The stands were filled with supporters and watchers raised high into the air, many of them carrying binoculars and watching anxiously at the field below. More than half of the crowd was dressed in scarlet. The other half was dressed in a deep green.

The crowds either roared or booed as seven people in scarlet came walking onto the field. From the other side 7 more in green came out greeted by the same response. One of the people in scarlet was Harry Potter.

The day was a dark and gloomy day, which Ron predicted it would rain. The wind howled away blowing the screams and cheers from the crowd away. There was sense of tension in the mood of this event.

The first Quidditch game of the year and Gryffindor is vs. Slytherin. Harry wiped his bangs from his face and walked towards the center of the team. Amazed and astonished that a girl in green was meeting him in the middle, he stared on. She had long black hair that flapped in the strong wind, but she had emerald green eyes, which seemed to shine out.

Harry realized what his weakness was at that moment. The girl gave an unusually sweet smile, that Harry could feel something flip in his stomach. Waiting for the referee, he tried to ignore her and he stared out into the stands looking for a sign of his friends.

He found them sitting side by side next to Hagrid and Neville. He also saw that they were cheering, but he caught the concerned look on their faces as well. He realized that the Madam Hooch was trying to get his attention. Shaking his thoughts away and focusing he wiped a sweaty palm on his robe before shaking the other Seeker's and Captains hand. The whistle blew and up they went.

Streaks of color zoomed around the field. Two Bludgers streaked past Harry's arm, and George and Fred dashed after them. He squinted around the field looking for a small Snitch. The rain had started to pour in great globs and most of the crowd huddled together under umbrellas.

Trying to concentrate on finding a gold ball in the middle of a wet and rainy day wasn't exactly the best thing to do. There, about a couple of feet from the base of the goal post on the opposing team's end. He started to speed up on his broom, but the other Seeker hit him. The two had collided at each other without on purpose though.

When Harry looked back at the goal post, the Snitch was long gone. Annoyed and angry he tried to jerk the broom the other way around, but he found out that it wouldn't budge. Instead it carried him higher and higher into the already forming lighting. The broom suddenly jerked around before stopping trying to throw him off.

He held on tight remembering what had happened in his first year. The brand new Firebolt started to spin around at a frightening speed like a bullet. Then it suddenly stopped and it climbed higher and higher.

He looked around and saw that the other Seeker was having trouble with her broom as well. The crowds were already up on their feet pointing and chattering about the lighting and thunder and what had happened only a few years earlier.

The brooms took them high into the storm clouds. Harry could hear a hollering from his left, but the wind and the thunder was carrying the voice away. The field couldn't be seen from their point of view. Then a sudden jerk sent Harry tumbling off his broom, but he managed to grab a hold of it.

It zigzagged around bring Harry along with him. A flash of lighting let him see that the other was behind the cloud and wasn't doing much better than he was. Now he could see her and heard her say, "Now what!"

"I don't know!" Harry yelled back.

"How much of a chance do we have if we fall?" she screamed back.

"Not much of one!"

It was getting harder to keep a hold by the second. The rain and the thunder booming around didn't help much either. All of a sudden a large bolt of lighting struck the two of them. Harry could feel an immense pain in his head and felt himself falling and falling. Down and down they went like lifeless forms of a body falling through the air. The crowd stood up gasping in horror as the two Seekers fell ever so closer to the ground.

Not even with Dumbledore's frantic efforts to slow them down, not even the hopes and wishes of the crowds, not even the sobbing tears of Hermione could have helped. The two bodies hit the ground and the impact thrown them slightly in the air before hitting the muddy ground again.

The crowd was on their feet again in total silence as they watched the teachers get up and walk towards where they had fallen. A pool of blood was already forming and the blood of the two mingled together in the grass. They watched in silence as Dumbledore bent down to check their pulses.

They held their breaths as the fingers touched the icy cold bodies. They waited as he straightened himself up again with a solemn expression on his face as he turned to the others. Tears fell as they saw him nod his head sadly.

Professor McGongall bent her head down towards the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably. Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on her shoulder after whisking them on to stretchers. The onlookers watched as an arm hanging from one of the stretchers swayed lifelessly in the wind.

Hermione sobbed onto Ron's shoulder, which was already wet from the rain. Neville started shivering in a state of shock. Hagrid seemed to be mourning in a quiet manner. Each and every one of them was mourning for someone. The team members were already mourning. Some sobbing onto another's shoulder, others looking very stirred and shaken up, but each and everyone was mourning. Even Draco Malfoy was shaken up by the deaths of two classmates, though Harry wasn't his buddy, who would he have left to tease? Let the dreary rain act as tears.