AN: This is chapter is un-beta'd. I have more written, but I want ot get a feel on how the readers like it so far, before I post the other chapters. Sirius is alive in this, and Harry killed Voldemort at the Ministry. Once I see the response this gets, I'll rework the other chapters to fit, and maybe get a beta to work on this story. This chapter and the next will have a very jumpy timeline, but will focus on certain events. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe. That honour belongs to J.K Rowling, and let's face it she's a way better writer than I am. I do however own a few OC's that are thrown into the story later.

Chapter 1

Q: What do you call a cow with a twitch?

Harry walked into Dumbledore's office and was shocked to see Draco Malfoy and an unknown man waiting for him. They had just finished an unofficial quidditch match -Gryffindor vs. Slytherin-when he received a summons to see Dumbledore. Harry had hesitantly approached the office, hoping he wasn't going to be in trouble, but seeing Malfoy waiting already, didn't help his thoughts. Skipping over Malfoy, who didn't seem too upset over their summons, he took a moment to observe the unknown man. He was tall and fit, short brown hair and dark blue eyes. He studied Harry back, and once Harry assessed he wasn't a threat in anyway, he took a seat in the only empty chair. Focussing his attention on Dumbledore he spoke.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Ah yes!" Dumbledore clapped his hands together in joy. "Introductions I believe. This is Brent Maxwell," he gestured to the unknown man. Harry sent him a quick nod, before returning to Dumbledore. "Of course this is Mister Harry Potter, and Mister Draco Malfoy. I will let Brent explain everything." Dumbledore seemed quite content about something as he left the three in his office.

"Hello boys!" Maxwell exclaimed. He has a deep friendly voice, and very open continence. He leaned forward in his seat as if eager to explain his presence. "First let us start with, do you know about The Elite Quidditch Academy?" he asked.

"Eh?' Harry answered. The only thing he could guess was that this school involved quidditch, but didn't know why they were discussing it.

"It is the most exclusive and sought after Quidditch School, Potter and you call yourself a quidditch player." Malfoy drawled.

"Right you are Draco," Maxwell didn't see either the death glare directed at him by Malfoy, or he chose to ignore it. "The school only recruits the most talented players, and is ridiculously hard to get into. We were given a tip to check out your game today and let me say that you two impressed several others and me. The Seeker Quidditch Master expressed a great interest in having one of you to at least join us at the academy." Maxwell developed a huge smile when he was talking about the Seeker Quidditch Master.

"So you're saying were being offered a position at this academy?" Harry asked.

"Honestly Potter, he said it was hard to get into. One little match would not convince them to let us join. They have some other test before they would give out an offer." Malfoy sneered.

"Draco is right again. EQA does not accept students right away. We have a trial basis, where we closely watch your progress, talent, determination, and dedication to the sport. If you accept the trial basis, than for the summer, we will set up a quidditch training ground for you. Come September you would return to Hogwarts, and someone will randomly pop in to watch your practices and matches. If we decide we want you, than sometime in January you will be approached and given an official invitation to join the school for your seventh year." He explained. Maxwell also explained that the school was two years, and students were guaranteed offers from professional teams.

Harry didn't waste time in accepting the terms of the trial basis, and could barely sit still, anxiously waiting for the time he could go tell Ron and Hermione. Malfoy asked a few questions about the training facility they would set up, such as; would he have to share with Potter, was it accessible at all hours, and if they were being monitored there. Apparently, they wouldn't have to share facilities, they could train anytime, and only the times the check in and out of the training ground would be recorded, but someone from the academy might pop in.

Malfoy agreed and they were given an owl address and floo number, in case they needed anything, or had more questions. Maxwell left, and as soon as the door closed, Harry jumped up and rushed off to see his friends. Arriving at the Gryffindor Common Room, he couldn't keep the huge grin off his face, when he saw his entire house celebrating the end of exams.

Once he was spotted, all the students started cheering his name for his spectacular win against Slytherin earlier. Harry managed to quieten them down enough to mention he had an announcement. The music was stopped and all attention focussed on him as he stood on a table to address his house. Seeing that most of the students were present and waiting for him to talk, he started.

"I just returned from a meeting in the Headmasters office and I have been selected as a candidate for The Elite Quidditch Academy!" He yelled. The house erupted in cheers and congratulations for their leader. Harry smiled and calmed them down once again.

"I'm only a candidate! But next year they are going to watch random practices and games to determine if I'm suitable enough to go." The house erupted again, but this time with words of praise and encouragement. Harry got off the table and joined the celebration.

Harry stepped off the Hogwarts express. It was the end of his fifth year, and he had a full summer ahead. A few weeks ago, he had been tricked into going to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius. After a hard battle, Harry had managed to destroy Voldemort's soul when he was possessed. Harry was happy to discover that his godfather was perfectly fine. Sirius did not fall through the veil, as he had originally thought, Sirius had only fallen behind, and was perfectly safe.

Now exiting the train he looked around, until he spotted his godfather, waiting for him by the barrier with a huge grin. Grabbing his trunk Harry quickly made his way through the crowd and threw his arms around his godfather. "Sirius, I missed you!"

"Hey little prongs, you saw me not to long ago." Sirius laughed.

"Yes, but I have so much to tell you. I have been chosen as a possible student for The Elite Quidditch Academy." Harry whispered to his guardian. Harry was glad that after the whole Voldemort thing, Wormtail had been caught, and his godfather was set free. Now they had the chance to be a real family, and grow closer.

"Really? That is wonderful Harry! We need to celebrate. Say goodbye to your friends and we'll head home and celebrate." Harry nodded and quickly found to his friends to bid them farewell. Once he returned to Sirius, he had been apparated to a fair sized seaside cottage. Sirius told him that since neither one of them wanted to return to Grimmauld place, and Harry had never been to the sea, he had gone out and purchased this cottage in Wales. It seemed like a good solution to all their problems.

Two days after their arrival, an owl arrived informing Harry that his training facility was finished. Harry and Sirius instantly travelled to the location provided and were amazed at the sight they saw. They had landed in a building, with an indoor quidditch pitch. The ceiling was retractable, plus there were several muggle exercise machines located on the right of the pitch. Several doors on the left of the stands led to a change room, an equipment room, indoor spa, and one with some weird machines. After a tour of the building, Harry was excited to start training.

The first month flew by with Harry training four times a week at the facility. Sometimes he brought Ron, or other Weasley's to help him; by aiming bludgers, or offering advice. A few times, they had used the pitch for small matches, but kept in mind that Harry was to use the space to train. Harry discovered a stereo system the first week, and learned that he loved training while playing music. The sound would pound through the entire building while Harry ran training drills or just wanted to relax by flying aimlessly.

On his birthday Harry, had a small gathering and received numerous quidditch related gifts. He now had a new broom servicing kit, his own box of quidditch balls, new gloves and shin guards, and Sirius bought him a potion to correct his vision. Harry enjoyed the day, but was impatient to return to the pitch to keep practicing. Since the potion required the consumer to wait two days with his eyes covered to work, Harry lost some training days. He was determined to be good enough to receive an invitation to join the school, so when Sirius gave him the green flag, to remove the bandages, he spent nine days straight at the pitch.

September first rolled around, and Harry was sad to leave Sirius and Wales, but also happy to return to Hogwarts. The train ride was uneventful without Malfoy arriving for his annual visit. When Harry asked Hermione about the blond slytherin, she only said that he was quiet throughout the entire prefect meeting, and left immediately after it finished. Harry wanted to approach Malfoy, and ask about his training, but couldn't get a moment alone on the train. Ron had even followed him to the bathroom, questioning him about the nutritionist Sirius hired.

When they arrived at school, Harry was finally allowed to see Malfoy. The boy looked fit. Harry noticed that he seemed to have grown a few inches over the summer, and his muscles were more defined, but not bulky. His lithe body moved smoothly through the crowd, and his clothes showed off his trained seeker body. Malfoy wore a blank mask throughout the entire feast, and didn't seem to talk to anyone except Zabini. When the feast ended, Harry watched as the blond gracefully rose from his seat, and seemed to have glided out of the hall. Harry was fully aware that that grace carried from the ground to the sky, and was slightly nervous after seeing his rival looking so well trained. He hadn't told anyone else that Malfoy was also a candidate, and getting nervous that the blond would be chosen over him if they chose based on deportment.

That night Harry, started on a practice schedule for quidditch. He started with proposed times to book the pitch for team practices and individual. He was determined to have try-outs as soon as possible, and get his team trained. He also gave his returning teammates a copy of the diet guide he had been following all summer. Harry wrote a letter to Sirius asking for as many books on quidditch, and training he could find. Harry realised that he spent the summer mostly having fun, while Malfoy had been actually training, and if the recruiters had been watching than they wouldn't think him dedicated enough.

The next morning he set off to talk to McGonagall, and make sure all the pitch times he wanted were free. He had to reschedule one practice when it appeared the Slytherin team already took that slot, but he was fine with that. He organized that try-outs and posted a notice in the common room, all before breakfast that way any hopefuls would have plenty of time to prepare.

The third day of term, a team of three owls arrived and delivered a box full of books to Harry. Sirius had written him a note that he searched the Black library, and raided many magical bookstores, to find anything to help him. Harry read the titles, and organized them into a reading order. During his free periods and evenings, he would finish his homework as quick as possible, and then dive into the books. He developed new training tactics, and possible strategies. Harry was so caught up in his reading and training that talking to Malfoy completely fled his mind.

That first weekend, Harry held try-outs and filled his team. He handed out the practice schedule, and sent one off the EQA for their recruiters. It had been a requirement that they send the school their practice and game schedule. They were warned that they would never know when a recruiter would stop by, and they would never see them. It was a tactic to ensure that no matter what, they put the same amount of effort in every single practice and game. The week passed quickly and everyone in Gryffindor noticed their leaders devotion to quidditch and training. They fully supported the saviour and hoped all his hard work would pay off.

It was the third week of school, when Harry finally talked to Malfoy. Harry had been walking off the pitch after a long practice with his team, when the blond slytherin appeared in front of him. "Potter, I see you are training hard. Do you honestly think you will beat Slytherin in the first match?" He drawled.

"Malfoy how is it that you still think you will beat me, when time and time again, I always catch the snitch first?" Harry replied.

"Well judging from the flying you just demonstrated I would say you barely used that facility they gave you. Did you just fly around in circles and assume that would get you a spot at EQA?" Malfoy raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I probably trained just as hard as you Malfoy!" Harry spat. He was clenching his fists and trying to keep his anger at bay. He didn't believe that, but he wouldn't dare tell Malfoy the truth.

"I highly doubt that Potter. You still look like the scrawny idiotic Gryffindor from last year to me, even if you get rid of your hideous glasses." Before Harry responded, they both heard someone snort. They turned only to see a flash of white behind one the stands. Harry spared a glance at Malfoy, before turning and running after the person.

When he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see no one there. Walking further, he searched but there was no person, or anything white in sight. Dismissing the thought, he returned to the pitch to see the Slytherin team in the air. Harry quickly searched out Malfoy, and saw the blond flying the highest. Harry leaned against a pole as he watched the blond fly. He was better than he had been last June. Before he was very technical and graceful, but now he flew without fear and a more wild nature, but still maintained his grace. Harry was amazed at the sight of the blond. When Malfoy finally stopped flying to bark out orders to his team, Harry snapped out of his thoughts and left. The entire walk back to Gryffindor was spent with Harry contemplating how he could improve even more.

The weeks passed quickly, but Harry never talked to Malfoy again. The students began observing both boys behaviours and were confused. They knew Harry was training to join EQA, but he only grew more obsessed over the weeks as the first match approached. They didn't know why he felt the need to train harder for the game, when he always beat Malfoy to the snitch, but the let it go in favour of other tidbits of gossip.

Malfoy on the other hand was quieter than last year. He didn't insult muggleborns, or halfbloods. He stopped bullying the younger years, and seemed to have given up his title as Prince of Slytherin. He trained just as hard as Harry did at quidditch, and many thought it was just because he was determined to beat Harry, but others thought that it was more. He still did his prefect duties flawlessly, and performed to his usual standard in class, but he seemed to avoid anything that would land him in detention.

As the first game approached, the students got more and more excited. It was unnerving to them to have the famous rivals ignore each other. It wasn't even out right ignoring the other, they were just so absorbed in what they were doing that they failed to notice the others presence. They would pass in the halls and not spare a second glance at the other. At least with quidditch they knew the two could not stop themselves from taunting each other. With quidditch, everything would seem right again when the two started fighting.

The Saturday before Halloween arrived and the school was buzzing with excitement. The Slytherin-Gryffindor game was that morning, and many students had placed bets days in advance. Many were betting that it would be a close game with Slytherin playing dirty but Gryffindor leading in points, with Potter catching the snitch. Only the Slytherin's were placing money on Malfoy to catch the snitch. The students quickly filled the stands and waited for the teams to leave their change rooms.

In the Gryffindor change room, Harry was going over some last minute advice with his teams. He reminded his beaters to time the bludgers to distract or throw off the keeper right before the chasers threw the quaffle. He told the chasers of the new plays they developed, and reminded Ron that if he let any quaffles through, he would be subjected to every one of Fred and George's products he could get his hands on. Seeing his team ready and motivated, he led them to the tunnel. He ordered them to mount and when he heard Seamus announce Gryffindor, they flew out for a fly by. Once they landed, Harry walked towards Malfoy for the captain handshake.

"Now I want nice clean game boys." Hooch told them. Harry lifted his hand to shake Malfoy's. Malfoy took his hand and pulled him forward so they were chest to chest and hissed in his ear.

"Remember Potter, the EQA scouts are here, and I plan to show them I deserve an invitation." Harry was thrown back and looked up to see the smirking face of Draco Malfoy. Harry was unsure if that was advice, a threat, or advice and threat rolled into one.

"Mount your brooms!" Hooch yelled. Once everyone was ready, she released the snitch and bludgers. Harry watched the snitch disappear to the east side of the pitch before Hooch spoke again. "Ready? GO!" Hooch yelled as she threw the quaffle in the air.

Fifteen brooms flew into the sky at her announcement. Harry quickly flew above the game and turned his broom so he could watch the game and Malfoy at the same time. As he was watching Malfoy briefly, he spotted Sirius sitting in the stands decked out in red and gold. An amused smile slipped onto his face he as watched his godfather cheer on his team. Harry snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the crowd getting louder and looked over to where Malfoy used to be. Seeing the blond gone, he scanned the pitch to see the Slytherin chasing after a familiar golden ball. Harry swiftly manoeuvred his broom and joined the chase.

Harry felt the familiar feeling of freedom that he got when he flew wash over him, but it was quickly suppressed by the dread that Malfoy would finally beat him to the snitch. He chased after the blond, and was slowly gaining. The snitch was diving and swerving constantly to avoid capture, which worked in Harry's favour, as it allowed him to pull level with the blond's shoulder. Before he could move any closer, a bludger slammed into his side sending him spinning and right into Malfoy. Both boys were thrown off course and the snitch managed to escape and disappear.

"Honestly Potter, learn to bloody fly. You could have killed us." Malfoy snapped. Harry looked up and noticed that other boy seemed to be rubbing his ribcage, but dismissed it, as he felt the pain blossoming in his shoulder. Before he could retort, Malfoy flew off to search for the snitch.

Harry turned his attention to the game and noticed that Slytherin was winning 40-10. Cursing his team, Harry flew off to watch from a better height and hopefully spot the snitch first this time. Watching the game, he realised why his team was playing so poorly. They had developed strategies to counter the Slytherin's usual cheating ways. They worked hard thinking that the snakes would use their old dirty tricks to win, and since they were playing a clean game, his entire team was confused and wary. Signalling to Hooch for a time-out, he flew off to talk with his teammates.

Once everyone landed, the team burst into complaints about the Slytherin's.

"They aren't cheating!"

"Is this a ploy?"

"What do we do?"

"We can't change our strategy now!"

"How could you space out and almost lose the snitch!" Harry looked up at the last comment and saw a fuming Ron. Being low on time, Harry dismissed everything they said and hashed out a new plan, that would hopefully work. As the Gryffindor team retook the sky, the stands exploded into sound. Blocking out the crowd, EQA, and the game, Harry concentrated on finding the snitch.

The game had been going 45 minutes of play, when Harry got the snitch in his sights. Opening his awareness to the game, he concentrated on Seamus voice when he announced the game was 120-90 Slytherin. Harry spotted Malfoy looking the opposite direction and pushed his broom forward. As soon as he started after the snitch, the golden ball flew off in a mad escape attempt. The crowds cheer alerted Malfoy and Harry was soon joined in his chase. The two of them were diving, twisting, swerving, and making dangerous moves to catch the snitch. Harry stretched out his arm at the same time as Malfoy and his focus narrowed until it was only the golden ball.

Harry's world started to crumble when he saw pale fingers hovering over the snitch. In a last ditch effort he threw his body forward and wrapped his hand tightly around the ball. Harry was jerked to a stop, and when he looked down, he saw a pale hand covering his own over the snitch.

Harry took a moment to register what happened. Malfoy was about to win, when he pushed his body and got there first. He beat Malfoy. Finally understanding Harry looked up into the blank face of his rival. He expected a scathing remark, or a punch, but instead Malfoy only gave a nod and flew back to the ground. Harry sat in the air staring at the space Malfoy used to be, until his team tackled him in a group hug. Smiling he congratulated his team quickly before searching the ground, and watching Malfoy walk away.

Harry watched avidly as before Malfoy reached the change room doors, Maxwell stepped out and gestured for them to move to another place to talk. Following Maxwell's hand gesture, Harry saw a flash of white disappear behind the stands again. Turning his attention back to Malfoy, he watched the blond being led towards the spot the white flash once was.

Landing, Harry rushed behind the stands to find Malfoy, but was greeted with empty space. No one was there. Frowning Harry turned and returned to his own changing room, wondering if this meant that EQA no longer considered Malfoy a candidate. Would that have been Harry's fate if he lost today? Would he have been taken off the potential student list. Hoping Malfoy wouldn't set out for revenge after this, Harry stripped and stepped into the showers.

Pushing Malfoy's loss of candidacy to the back of his mind, Harry continued to train as if the blond were still fighting for a place with him. When the end of November rolled around, Harry sat in the stands watching the Slytherin-Ravenclaw game.

Harry had to admit that Malfoy was an amazing flyer. Cho could not even scratch his level of talent. Malfoy kept his complete focus on the game, and didn't taunt the other team like he did the last few years. The Slytherin team played another clean game, and Malfoy led Cho on a few false chases before he swiftly caught the snitch. Cho wasn't even able to turn her broom in his direction before he swooped down and deftly caught the golden ball. The crowd was stunned at the quick capture, before they cheered. Even if he was a Slytherin, he was still a great seeker.

November ended and Harry continued to train. The colder weather didn't deter him, and he often found Malfoy leaving or entering the pitch, but ignored it. He may not be able to go to EQA but that didn't mean he couldn't play professional quidditch after Hogwarts.

Under Harry's intense regime, the Gryffindor team were the healthiest and fittest it had ever been. Even under Woods fanatical reign, the team had not been up to this level of physical fitness. Harry was proud of himself and his team. They trained hard, and they played even harder. Since they were doing so well, Harry didn't feel any anxiety over the fact that Christmas break meant they lost three weeks of training. He waved it off and told his teammates to enjoy themselves, but to make they didn't stray too much from the diet guide.

Harry also took the break to relax. His summer training camp was still in place so he spent at least 4 days a week there working out and training. He stuck to cardio, since as a seeker he shouldn't have too much muscle. As Christmas passed, he had an enjoyable day building snowmen with Sirius and Remus. Later they invited the Weasley's over and all the boys built forts for a giant snowball fight. Ginny opted to stay indoors with Hermione, since she failed to see the point of hitting each other with snow.

After New Years, Harry was more than anxious to return to school. It was January and that meant if he was to be invited to EQA, than this would be the month he was informed. Harry was a little upset that they didn't tell him by which date he would be informed. Resigning himself to waiting the entire month, Harry loaded his trunk on the train and searched for his friends.

Arriving back at school, everything slipped into the same routine as the previous semester. Harry trained hard, and worked his team to the bone. He booked the pitch every spare moment he could, but eventually had to give up some slots, since the other house teams needed practice. After the second week of January had passed with no word from EQA, Harry started losing hope. His friends tried to remind him that there was still time, but with each passing day, his faith died a little.

When January 27th rolled around, Harry was ready to cancel his pitch time for the day, when he was summoned to the Headmasters office. Trying not to get his hopes up, he cautiously approached the stone gargoyle and spoke the password 'Gummy Worms'.

Entering the office was almost the exact same scene he saw months ago, but Malfoy was replaced with Zabini, Maxwell was sitting beside Oliver Wood, and Dumbledore still had his twinkling eyes. Sitting down he nodded to the Headmaster, Zabini, and Maxwell, but shot a confused yet happy look at Wood.

"Ah Harry, my boy, it's wonderful that you could join us. Mr Maxwell would like to speak with you and Mr. Zabini, while I take a walk." Dumbledore didn't wait for a response as he stood up and left the room.

"Harry great to see you again!" Maxwell exclaimed.

"You too, sir." Harry hesitantly responded.

"Now I think we should get straight to business. I am here to offer you and Mr. Zabini, a place at The Elite Quidditch Academy." He stated. Harry was stunned. Once the information seeped into his brain, he couldn't stop the huge smile that spread across his face.

"I got in?" He asked.

"Yes Harry, you certainly deserved it." Harry looked over at Oliver when he spoke. He hadn't seen his old quidditch captain in years, and he was sitting beside him, when he was getting the best offer he ever heard.

"Oliver what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Well Harry it's simple. Every student enrolled at EQA requires a sponsor. I asked if I could be your sponsor when you join and Brent here is taking on the role of Mr. Zabini's sponsor. That is if you both accept." Oliver stated.

"Zabini? Not to be rude, but I didn't know you were up for EQA." Harry turned his attention to the dark Italian Slytherin sitting nearby.

"I was approached over the summer when I was training with Draco. Apparently one of the scouts saw me play and decided to put me on the candidate list." Harry felt a pang of guilt when he heard Malfoy's name. Malfoy worked so hard, and yet it was Harry and his best friend sitting here getting offers, and not him.

"Is Malfoy okay? I mean will he be upset that you got an offer and not him?" Harry asked. He was confused when he saw the amusement fill the other boys eyes. Looking quickly at Oliver and Maxwell for answers, he saw the slightly guilty look on both their faces. It was Maxwell that decided to answer him.

"Malfoy has already received his offer. He has been enrolled at EQA, for next year, since your game in October."

"What?" Harry just didn't understand. Malfoy was out of the running, wasn't he? Harry was sure that after the loss, he saw Maxwell approach him to tell him the bad news, but apparently that wasn't right. Malfoy had received an invitation to the school, and hadn't bragged about it.

"Well during your game, the Seeker Quidditch Master was in the stands and was adamant that he get his invitation that same day. I pulled him aside after the game to talk about his joining the school. He accepted right away, and has since been preparing to join the academy." Maxwell spoke in a soft slow voice, like he was trying to soothe a rabid animal.

"But he didn't brag about it or anything, I'm just so confused . . ." Harry dropped his head into his hands to cover his face. This wasn't how Malfoy acted. Malfoy was an arrogant git that liked to shove his accomplishments into Harry's face, to prove his superiority. He was cruel and a bully and he would not keep something like this to himself. It just wasn't the Malfoy he knew. In addition, offers were not suppose to be made until this month, but Malfoy somehow managed to get one early. Why was he so special? How did he get an early offer?

"Potter, just like you changed after the events of last year, so has Draco. Yes, he is an arrogant bastard, but he has long given up his petty rivalry with you. He is serious about the academy, and cares more about his position there, than taunting you. Now, Mr. Maxwell I accept your offer, and look forward to speaking to you at a later date, and I am honoured that you chose to sponsor me." Harry looked up to see Zabini shaking Maxwell's hand and striding out of the door.

"Oliver I think I'm going crazy." Harry softly spoke.

"No worries Harry, it will only get worse at EQA." Oliver reassured him. Harry spent an hour sitting in the Headmasters officer talking with Oliver about EQA, and what it meant to have Oliver as his sponsor. He asked about the Seeker Quidditch Master, but Oliver refused to say anything about them. At one point Oliver checked the time and declared it was time for Harry to go to bed, but he promise to return at a later date to answer more questions.

When Harry returned to the dorm, his house was waiting for him. They had all assumed that the summons was the EQA scouts talking to him about the school. When he entered, they went silent and waited for him to tell them the news. Seeing Ron and Hermione nearby, Harry addressed the entire room.

"I got in." Those three simple words sent the entire common room into a loud cheer. They couldn't have been happier for their Leader. They had watched him train and exhaust himself for months, trying to get in, and he succeeded. They were a tad upset he wouldn't return the next year, but were glad he was doing something he loved. Cancelling practice and deciding that sleep could wait, the entire house started a celebratory party. Butterbeer appeared with food, and music started playing, before Harry even registered all the congratulations coming his way.

Done! Now let's here what you think, any suggestions or opinions, will not be shot down.

A: Beef Jerky