Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago, but never thought of uploading this. Maybe if people like this I'll continue it this summer vacation, as I do like it.

It was May 2nd, 1999. Exactly one year after the famed Battle of Hogwarts, the conflict that ended the second Wizarding War, when Harry Potter emerged victorious against Lord Voldemort.

The occasion caused many to think back and reflect on all that had transpired in the past year. How the remaining Death Eaters and other followers of Voldemort had been quickly rounded up by a group of budding Aurors- led by Harry Potter himself.

One by one, those who remained loyal or had been loyal to the dark side had been effortlessly rounded up and sentenced to Azkaban, which was full once again. Speaking of Azkaban, the new Minister of Magic- Kingsley Shacklebolt, had banned the use of Dementors to guard Azkaban, to much controversy and uproar. Yet nobody had been able to escape from Azkaban since then, quieting down the grumbles of the public.

Much of the pureblood prejudice still remained, but Shacklebolt (assisted by Hermione Granger) helped to eradicate all pro-pureblood laws remaining. Soon, the Ministry of Magic was cleared of most of its corruption and prejudice. Of course there was still some that remained, but that was to be expected, especially from a group of ambitious politicians.

In only a year, much had changed, and people were beginning to move on from the war and had began to settle down and create families. It seemed as if there had been a sharp increase in births recently, due to the fact that Voldemort was now gone and there were some excited young adults around.

It seemed as if all was changing for the better, and people would begin to move on from the war. But there were those who felt lost in the shuffle, unsure of what new paths their life would take. And one of those people was Harry Potter.

Harry Potter shuffled his feet, nervous. The next few minutes could determine much of the rest of his life. He looked around, thankful to be surrounded by his friends. Ron Weasley seemed to be as nervous as him, if not more. Hermione Granger had an arm on his shoulder, and was looking at Harry with an encouraging smile on her face. Ginny Weasley was also there, just as nervous as Harry, as her life was also dependent on the next few minutes.

Harry Potter was anxious for the Great Britain Quidditch League Draft. Yes, Harry Potter had declared for the Quidditch draft, to the surprise of many.

It was no secret that Harry had sought to become an Auror through his years at Hogwarts. Being known as the "Boy-Who-Lived," "Chosen One," and "Slayer of the Dark Lord" only padded to his resume. Added to the fact that he was exceptionally talented at Defense Against the Dark Arts, people naturally assumed that Harry would become an Auror, and rise up the ranks quickly.

Harry had began that path after the Battle of Hogwarts, working with the Aurors. But it was then he realized that he needed a break from all of the fighting. He just wanted to relax a little. So he turned to something he loved and was a natural at- Quidditch.

Quidditch fans all over the world were simply drooling at the prospects at having Harry Potter become the Seeker of their team. Oliver Wood, Keeper for Puddlemere United, had told Harry that they expected to select Harry at the end of the first round.

The draft was simple, with there being three rounds. Every team got a single draft pick per round, where they could select any player who had declared for the draft. As there were 20 teams in the league, Harry had to simply be one of the top 60 players available to make it to a professional Quidditch team.

"You'll want to be drafted by a team at the end of the first round," Ron said, snapping Harry out of his thoughts, "The worst teams always get to draft first, you wouldn't want to be selected by one of them."

"Is that so?" Harry asked, still not very familiar with professional Quidditch.

"Yes," Ginny said speaking to Harry for the first time, "The Kenmare Kestrels have the first overall pick in the draft, they've been garbage for YEARS."

"Hmm," Harry coolly looked at her. Ginny and Harry had recently broken up… due to unfortunate events that had taken place.

"She's right though," Ron butted in, "The Kestrels have had the the first overall pick for the last 8 years, and every single player has gone through rough times. It's cursed I tell you." Hermione punched Ron in the shoulder upon him saying this.

"Hush," Hermione hissed before turning to Harry, "Relax Harry, I'm sure you'll be fine no matter what team drafts you." Harry nodded, before taking in the scene around him. The paparazzi was around him, of course, as were many of his other friends.

"It's starting!" Ron exclaimed, pointing up to the podium, when Robert Thompson, commissioner of the Great Britain League (GBL) came up to the front of the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Thompson began, pompously patting his tie, "It's an honor to be here, as the commissioner of the GBL. I know you've all been waiting, but it's now time to begin. Millions around the world will be tuned in to see the future of Quidditch start their careers! Please welcome Quentin Greengrass, owner of the Kenmare Kestrels, who will announce who the Kestrels will select with the first overall pick in the 1999 GBL draft!"

The audience politely clapped, as did Harry, despite his palms becoming increasingly sweaty.

"Greengrass?" Ginny began, "Isn't that name familiar?"

"It is," Neville Longbottom suddenly joined them, "There was a girl in Slytherin in our year- Daphne Greengrass. The pretty blonde one."

"Her family owns the Kestrels?" Harry asked, surprised. "How did we not know?"

"I knew," Ron said, before smirking, "But I can understand why she never brought it up, the Kestrels are damn awful! I feel sorry for whoever gets drafted by them." Suddenly Harry looked back up at the state, Quentin Greengrass was beginning to speak.

"With the first overall pick in the 1999 GBL Draft," Greengrass paused for dramatic effect, "The Kenmare Kestrels select the seeker out of Hogwarts- Harry Potter!" Among the roaring crowd, swarming reporters, and snapping paparazzi, one audible word was heard from Ron Weasley.

"Shit."

Harry yawned, before rubbing his eyes and getting up from bed. He looked over at the numerous house-elves who were getting ready for him. He shook his head, knowing that Hermione would disapprove, but that's what happened when you inherited the Potter and Black inheritances.

He opened up the Daily Prophet, and looked at the front page headline- "Boy-Who-Lived becomes Boy-Who's-Cursed." Harry shook his head and began to read the rest of his newspaper. The only other thing that caught his eye was another headline- "Did Grindelwald and You-Know-Who Conspire?"

"Ridiculous," Harry said, "What would those two have worked on together?" Harry threw the Prophet away and began to read his favorite newspaper, the Quibbler.

Many of Harry's days had been like this recently, once the last of the Death Eaters were rounded up. With Ginny no longer being his girlfriend and him no longer having to worry about saving the world, Harry had actually began to feel lonely, especially with his friends finding lovers.

Hermione had noticed, and had set up Harry on numerous dates. Unfortunately, none of them had worked out, as every girl seemed hooked on the part that Harry was famous.

Harry had to admit, he was hoping that he would soon find someone that he could imagine spending his life with. He was still very young, but had matured quickly over the years.

"It would be nice if I just met someone I could love," Harry mumbled, before placing the Quibbler on his desk, "Too bad that only happens in Muggle Movies."

There was abruptly a loud knock on his door, and Harry went to open it, cautious as he was not expecting a visitor. Harry swung the door opened, and saw a stunning green-eyed, blonde lady standing in front of him, backed by a couple of security guards.

"Excuse me," Harry questioned, confused on what was happening, "Who are you?"

The girl raised her eyebrow. "Are you really as clueless as Malfoy says? Come on, we need to get you to the stadium for initial interviews."

"Who are you?" Harry repeated his question once more, stubborn to find out. He did recognize the girl, he just couldn't place a name on it.

The girl sighed and turned around, to face Harry.

"Well Potter," She began, "I'm Daphne Greengrass."

Author's Note: Yes, it's a bit of a cliché opening, but eh. I wrote this a long time ago, never thought of posting it until now, when I logged back into my account. If you guys seem to enjoy, I'll continue writing it for sure, as I do enjoy this. :) R&R, I enjoy seeing what the readers have to say.