The only thing I claim to own is my empty bank account, so please no suing. J.K. Rowling the amazing fictional artist that she is owns all the characters, and a bit of plot :). Which is why she is rich, and I am not.

This is my first story ever written and posted, so please constructive criticism only, no flaming. I know the likely hood of a 14 year old being scouted for a Premier League like the Arsenals is probably 0, but I thought it would be fun to write. With that being said I am American, and my knowledge of European football is not the best. So, if you have any tips please message me. I also do not have Beta, and apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

It was summer holiday and the castle was mostly empty apart from a few teachers and the occupants of the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was currently sitting behind his desk watching a very agitated Boy-Who-Lived pace back and forth most likely wearing a hole in his fine rug. "Harry what was this urgent matter you wished to speak to me about?"

Harry stopped suddenly took a deep breath and spoke hastily, "I've been invited to play for the Arsenals Premiere League. Which at my age should have been next to impossible, but I did it and I need to withdraw from Hogwarts."

The usual damnable twinkle in his eyes dimmed after hearing the latest bombshell that Harry Potter just dropped on him. He couldn't help the sound of shock and confusion that slipped out when he said, "I am afraid I just don't understand my dear boy...you want to quit Hogwarts, what about your friends, your studies, what about Voldemort?"

"What about Voldemort Professor?" Harry hissed.

"Harry, my boy, you are the Boy-Who-Lived. I know it's a lot of pressure but there will come a day when people will look at you as their beacon of hope. They will see you as their savior."

Harry glared at the headmaster he couldn't believe what was coming out of this old man's mouth. Suddenly overcome by anger he paced to the front of Dumbledore's desk and slammed his hands down, earning a loud squawk from Fawkes. Harry however was too angry to care about the bird right now. "I never asked for that! I never asked for any of this! I never even wanted to come here in the first place, but YOU made me. All I ever wanted to do was play football! I spent so many years being beaten, starved, and then left alone to fend for myself. Then when I found a home for myself and I can finally do what I love you drag me away from it all."

"Harry I ..."

"Well not this time sir we had a deal, I stuck to my end of the bargain by leaving my home and coming here. Now it's time you stick to yours. You agreed that if I ever got a chance to play for a professional League I could go...well I got the chance."

Dumbledore's sighed and looked at Harry with pity in his eyes. Harry sneered at him he hated pity. "Look my boy I understand you love football, we are all allowed our hobbies, but your education must come first."

"Hobbies?!" Harry shrieked. "It is my life, I know anything that doesn't have to do with that mad man isn't deemed as important to you, but it's important to me!"

"I'm so sorry you feel that way, but I do care for other things beside Voldemort, like you for instance. I care if you get an education, and can adequately protect yourself."

"So when the time comes and Voldemort starts another war I can fight," snarled Harry.

"My boy why don..."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" He suddenly screamed. Dumbledore gaped at him. Harry had never before raised his voice at the Headmaster. Even if Harry felt it was justified he still felt a little embarrassed about his outburst. He looked down at his feet and sheepishly said, "It was one of things they called me before, it's why I didn't know my name. I thought it was boy or fre...well I just do not like being called boy."

"Of course I apologize for all the times I might have made you uncomfortable Harry."

Not trusting himself to speak he just nodded at the Headmaster.

"Why don't you sit Harry? How about a cup of tea maybe some lemon drops?"

Harry took a seat but quickly refused the tea and the candy. Harry stared at his shoes for a good five minutes before he opened his mouth to speak and when he did it was barley loud enough for Dumbledore to hear.

"Look Professor we both know my childhood wasn't anything great, or even good for that matter. We also know that my time here at this school hasn't been all that wonderful either. Football is the only thing I have ever wanted to do, it's the only thing that has kept me going even when I should have gave up. I know it's just a sport to most, but to me it is my dream. I am asking, no I am begging you sir just this once let me do something that makes me happy. Please just finally let me do something for me, not the good of the wizarding world, or you. Me just me."

Dumbledore sat in his chair staring at the boy trying think of a way to make it work, he was desperate to keep Harry at school, but he also couldn't just ignore this plea from his student. He turned towards his shelves and that's when he zoned in on a gold necklace with a hourglass.

"What if you could do both, stay here and play football?"

"Sir?" Harry asked thinking that Dumbledore finally had lost all his marbles. "Surely you know that's impossible, I mean practices and games most of them will be when I'm in class."

"Ah but that's the beauty of magic my dear b...you see you could be in two places at once"

Harry gasped a time turner. Of course he could use it to go to class and practices/games at the same time.

"But sir, how would I get there?"

"Oh that's easy enough we will find someone who can apparate you there and back. It would also give you a bit of protection to have a wizard with you. We will of course have to come up with a cover story for whoever accompanies you, but I don't think we will have any trouble in that department. I must warn you though Harry it will be exhausting living each day twice."

Harry leaned back in his chair and thought about it. "I think it could work professor, we could tell everyone that the person with me is my agent. It is reasonable excuse for their constant presence. I understand it will be tiring sir, but I know it's important to you that I still get a magical education, so I will try to do both."

Dumbledore clapped loudly and just like that the twinkle was back. Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion. It must be a spell, he thought, there is no way that is natural.