Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Harmonia Potter and whatever friends of hers I come up with.

My name is Harmonia Jadelynn Potter.

I'm a fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am in Gryffindor House, the rival of Slytherin House. I love playing Quidditch, but my goal is to become a singer and maybe a Quidditch player on the side. I play Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team along with Angelina Johnson, Fred and George Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Jenna Pratchett and of course, Oliver Wood. Angelina, Jenna and I are the Chasers. Fred and George are our Beaters, although they should be considered the human Bludgers because they like to barrel into others for fun. Charlie is our Seeker and a damn good one. Wood is our Keeper and so far, he has been a good one. They are all my friends, but Angelina is my best friend out of all of them, along with Wood and the Weasley twins.

I sing in the Hogwarts choir and I will say I fully enjoy it.

There are times where I, dare I say it, cannot stand Oliver Wood. All he talks about is Quidditch. Quidditch this, Quidditch that. The boy eats and breathes Quidditch. Don't get me wrong. I love Quidditch, but this guy is fanatical about it. He dreams of being on the Puddlemere United team.

Me? I'd prefer to be on the Appleby Arrows. They are a damn good team.

I was just starting my third year and I was happy to see all my friends again. Wood was even happy to see me, even though he was buried in a Quidditch book. Typical of Oliver Wood.

I can't wait until Quidditch practices started again, even though Angelina says I'm insane for even thinking that.

"You're becoming the female PMS version of Wood," she jokingly told me one time. Well I don't know about that, but Wood does yell a lot at practice….mostly at me for some reason…

Even the Weasley twins don't get yelled at as much as me. I'm wondering what I did to deserve this. Angelina keeps telling me that Wood does it because he's secretly in love with me and he only does it to hide how he actually feels. If that's the case, he's doing a damn good job.

I've accepted that there are three things wrong with my life.

One: My parents were killed when I was only 5 years old by Lord Voldemort. I have no parents, so I live with the Weasleys, who were pretty much my family now.

Two: I have a crescent moon scar on my left arm, a token of Voldemort's attempt to murder myself and my younger brother Harry. Voldemort imprinted some of his abilities onto Harry and I, leaving us with a cursed existence.

And three: I was unconditionally in love with my Keeper. Yes. Arrogant, self-centered, Quidditch-obsessed Oliver Wood. Wood, who believed that we should win, or die trying. I do a good job of hiding the fact that I love him, but even I have slip-ups. For instance, Wood and I had been at Quidditch practice when a Bludger had hit me in the back. Wood had been right in my face yelling at me about the importance of sticking to strategy when it hit, causing me to lurch forward right into Wood. He lost his balance on his broomstick and we fell to the ground, him on the bottom and me on top of him. Luckily for us, we had been hovering only a few feet off the ground, but it was enough for him to have the breath knocked out of him. I had looked down at him, a really heavy blush covering my cheeks. He merely scowled at me and pushed me off. I had fallen onto the ground hard on my arse and for a minute, I glared at him.

"Get back up there, Potter," he had growled as he mounted his broomstick and flew up into the air.

That was the last time I had ever had something like that happen at Quidditch practice. I have tried to bury my feelings for him, but I melt every time he looks at me with those big brown eyes and smiles. I, of course, turn my head and ignore him.

It's not my fault he's such a prig. It's not my fault he has such pretty eyes, or he has that sexy smirk on his face every time he blocks a goal.

What am I thinking? He yells at me a lot, puts me down for my playing and makes me clean up after practice. There's no way I would like a guy like that.

Is there?