Flashback: Quidditch World Cup 1970
Part 1

A/N: This is my first fic, and it is back when Moony Wormtail,
Padfoot, and Prongs were still buddies. I'm only guessing the year.
Oh yeah, big spoiler for Book 3! Only a small one for book 4,
though. Please be a responsible reader and review this for me.
No flames please, only constructive criticism!

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James and his best friends, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had just
graduated from Hogwarts. They are better known as Moony,
Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. They were discussing what they
would do now that they are graduated wizards and are allowed to
use their magic on their own.

"I think I'm going to be the Minister of Magic," Remus said
proudly.

"Ha! I don't think that's possible! Because that's what I'm
going to be!" Sirius contradicted him.

They started a game out of "Yes" and "No" while James talked
to Peter. "So, Wormtail. What're you gonna do?"

"I dunno. Maybe be a teacher at Hogwarts. What about you?"

By this time Sirius had won the battle and both were listening
to the conversation. "I'm going to play on England's quidditch
team!" There was a series of "Awws" and then James continued.
"I already sent in the application. They said that they were
looking for a seeker." At this point a barn owl that looked like one
of the Hogwarts' owls, swooped in to their secret meeting place,
the infamous whomping willow. It dropped the letter and flew
briskly away.

"What does it say James, huh?" James' three best
buddies asked in unison. Prongs opened up the letter. This
is how it read:

Dear Mr. Potter:
We are very pleased to inform you that
you have been accepted onto England's
quidditch team! Practice starts next
Monday. Be there.
Sincerely,
Coach Cranderberg

"WOW!" Sirius exclaimed. "I can't believe it! I just
can't!" The other two were speechless.

James said to them, "Let's pack, we're going to the
field!"

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The buddies, with luggage in hand, all boarded the
underground. "Boy, is this weird? I mean what muggles have,"
Moony asked in awe.

"Sure is," Prongs replied. He wasn't really paying attention.
He was just thinking about the quidditch practice. Hmmmmmm..
Wonder who the other guys are. Hope they're nice, James
thought.

The underground pulled away. They were going faster and
faster. Finally they got their footing back in place. The group was
tired so they sat down and fell asleep.

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They got off and looked for a place to ask directions. Even
though they had been here before, as they had needed to get
into the Leaky Cauldron, they didn't know where their portkey
was located. Finally, after going through most of the muggle
shops, they decided to ask in the Leaky Cauldron.

"How may I help you fine fellows?" an Irish worker asked.

James replied, "We were wondering if you knew where the
portkey to the English Quidditch Field is?"

"In fact I do. Here." The plump gentleman handed James his
watch. "This is it. By the way, who is asking?"

"I'm James Potter." He added, "England's new seeker," as an
afterthought. He grabbed the watch and let his friends touch it
too. They quickly vanished from sight.

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They landed flat on their faces, with James' nose on top of
a big brown object. He quickly got up, brushed himself off, and
saw himself staring into the eyes of a big man. He had short,
brown hair and jet black eyes. They reminded James of bludgers.
He was also very muscular. Prongs apologized right away. "I'm
sorry, sir. I just landed from a portkey."

"I don't care where you came from, son, just watch where
you're going. By the way, I'm Coach Cranderberg. What's your
name? And who're your friends here?" The coach pointed toward
Peter, Sirius, and Remus.

"Coach, I'm James Potter, the new seeker. These are my
friends, Peter, Remus, and Sirius."

"Very well, let's go meet the team!" The five wizards
marched off toward the stadium.

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A/N: Yeah, I know this was short but I've got a writer's bock.
Please forgive me!

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns quidditch, portkeys, Moony,
Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, The Leaky Cauldron, bludgers, seeker,
the whomping willow, the Minister of Magic, and Hogwarts. I own
Coach Cranderberg. I also own myself.