Okay, so this is not an original idea. I took it from "CaseyLove," writer of "The Unexpected Heir" "You must be a Weasley" and "The Unexpected Heir Part 2." I am not doing exactly what she is writing, but using the format. These stories will take place in no particular order and will be throughout any of the characters' lives. Feel free to suggest ideas!

Quidditch Try-Outs

September 20th, 2019

Hermione- 40 Ron- 39 Rose- 13

Dear Rose,

Do not worry about your Quidditch Try-out! As long as you do your best, your father and I will be proud of you. Your father didn't make his team until 6th year. And we have seen you play before; you are an amazing chaser! Good Luck Sweetheart!

Love,

Mum and Dad

Rose read this letter over one more time before grabbing her broom and rushing to the Quidditch Field to warm up. She hadn't tried out in her third year because she felt too scared of the older kids, but this year she felt bold and confident! When she got to the field, she saw many people in the sky warming up. She took her place on the broom and flew into the sky.

The captain of whom Rose didn't remember the name of called all the players down to the ground, and put them in groups of 7 for testing; enough for a team. There were 4 groups. She was in the 4th group. The first group looked small and scared, all second years. They took flight into the air and 2 chasers and a beater lost control of their brooms and fell to the ground. The captain sent them to the Hospital Wing, all of them having a broken bone. The other chaser was doing okay, but Rose knew that she could do a lot better. The seeker looked very lost, the other beater looked scared each time the Bludger came over, and ducked out of the way, and the keeper didn't look ready to take his hands off the broom.

After a few more minutes of playing, the captain called them to the ground and told them that they would be told later in the week if they had made the team or not.

The second team flew into the air. They all looked like they were in their fourth or fifth year. 2 out of the 3 chasers were pretty good, but they bobbled the ball when they caught it for long enough for it to be taken away. And the other chaser was hopeless; he was too small , and when he caught the ball, he dropped it out of surprise.

She had given up looking at the other positions; she didn't really care, she just needed to know what she was against to make chaser.

In the third group, they were all good. They were able to catch the ball and throw it pretty well, but all three of them had trouble getting out of the way of a Bludger. Rose smiled to herself, knowing that she was very good at dodging Bludgers. They all touched back to the ground and walked into the stands.

"Group 4, mount your brooms!" The captain called.

Rose's stomach flipped 'You'll be fine' she told herself over and over again.

She took off into the air and quickly caught the Quaffle and threw it to another player, knowing she was too far away from the goal to score. She hoped the captain understood it also. She raced to the opposite end of the pitch and waved one hand in the air, symbolizing that she was open. The other girl clumsily threw the Quaffle to her, and it went way over her head. But Rose flew her broom upward, caught the Quaffle, and aimed it toward the goal-post. It soared in; the 6th year keeper looking shocked.

The keeper threw it back out to the other Chaser. Rose again threw a hand up to show that she was open for the ball, and it was thrown to her. She caught it just in time, and then saw a Bludger speeding toward her. She ducked out of the way and chucked the Quaffle at the goal-post. It soared beautifully through the middle.

Again, the keeper threw it back out to Rose. She, not wanting the captain to think of her as a ball-hog, threw the ball very accurately to another chaser, dodged a Bludger, and fly to the other end of the pitch. She raised her hand to show she was open, and kept her eye on the Quaffle. The chaser who held the ball threw it to the other chaser who dropped it. Rose lunged forward and swiftly caught the falling Quaffle, and yet again threw it into the goal-post, where it went through perfectly.

The captain blew his whistle, signaling it was the end of the try-out. Rose dismounted her broom and took a deep breath. The captain called them over and said that the results would be posted by the end of the week in the Gryffindor Common Room. Then, he told them that they all did great, and sent them back to their dormitories to go to sleep.

The rest of the week seemed to drag by for Rose. Rose, who normally loved each class, watched the clock anxiously for each class to end, so that she could race to the Common Room to see if they results were posted. The Fat Lady seemed to be sick of her by the end of the second day.

On Friday, Rose sat in Transfiguration class, her favorite class, doodling a picture of her on a broom. She snapped herself out of it and was shocked at herself. She never doodled in class; she could miss something incredibly important! She looked at the clock and saw that she had 30 minutes left. Professor McGonagall told them all to try and transform the cup in front of them into a brick. Rose tried to focus, and turn it into a brick, but was surprised the first time when she turned it into a Broomstick instead.

"Mind on something else, Ms. Weasley?" McGonagall said with a smile as she changed it back into a cup for her. "I understand, everyone is like this if they tried out for the Quidditch team."

Rose smiled and got back to work. Within a few minutes, Rose was able to change the cup into a brick completely. So, McGonagall allowed her to either continue practicing or work on her homework. She took out the Transfiguration book and began to read the chapter they had to read that night.

Professor McGonagall soon signaled the end of class, and Rose leapt out of her chair and raced to the Common Room. She saw a piece of paper pinned above the fireplace. She quickly walked over and looked at it. It was the results list. She scanned past the Seeker, Keeper and Beaters, and saw the Chasers. And there, written perfectly, was:

Rose Weasley-First Chaser

Rose was ecstatic. She had not only made the team, but the head chaser! She saw the other names and the only one she recognized was "James Potter-Seeker"

Rose took out her quill and parchment, eager to tell her mother and father about her achievement.