Millie could turn and Millie could dive and Millie could move the broom under her like it was part of her. The one thing Millie couldn’t do was see. But when it came to it, she had seen well enough, and nothing was going to stop her getting her hands on that Snitch. But between the elbows and the brooms and the Bludgers and bloody Hufflepuff’s girl getting in the way, she lost it.

And then there it was!

As far as Millie could remember, she didn’t actually fly to get the Snitch, she threw herself bodily at it, and the Broomstick just kind of came along for the ride. She had her hand out, she could remember that much, and then everything when yellow and them red and then she couldn’t remember. Only getting the wind knocked out of her, so she couldn’t breathe. And it was quiet. Or maybe it was noisy but she couldn’t hear, except for the kind of whistling in her ears. Or hissing. Or something. Crickets. It sounded like millions of crickets and she didn’t know where they’d come from. But she had something she wanted in her hand; she remembered that she’d got it.

“Ow,” Said Millie, in case anyone was interested.

“Gryffindor wins!”

They did? Someone must have caught the Snitch then!

And all at once the whistling and the noises and the shouting all came together and her face felt like someone had kicked her. And Hooch was asking how she was and Captain Peter was asking how she was and she couldn’t say anything because she could feel the little wings of the Snitch still trembling between her fingers and if she said anything she would just burst into tears.

Besides, her lip was split.

And then she might as well talk, because she was crying anyway. Q.E.D.

“I go- I go- I got it” She gulped. “I got it.” But for some stupid reason she couldn’t stop crying.