Disclaimer: Ok, if I owned Harry Potter do you think I would be writing this?
A/N: This chapter isn't going to be that long.
Harry Potter sat in the seat facing his best friend Ron Weasley and yawned. "Who do you think will be Quidditch captain this year?" the red haired names Ron asked.
"Maybe it'll be you if you join the team, you'd be one hell of a Keeper," Harry replied smoothing his jet black hair.
"Nah, it'll be Fred or George most likely," Ron replied.
"It's neither," a bushy haired girl named Hermione Granger told them.
"Who is it then?" Ron questioned.
"Some fifth year Ravenclaw who changed houses and she is said to be an awesome Keeper," she continued.
"Oh, did she play third year?" Harry asked.
"No, she's American; she and her brother came last year," Hermione answered.
"Oh, how was your summer with Vicky?" Ron asked bitterly.
"I didn't go," Hermione blushed.
"Couldn't be away from your precious homework?" Ron snapped.
"Ron shut up! Your being a jerk," a girl said from the compartment door.
"Ginny go away!" Ron cried glaring at the red haired fourth year.
"Ron, Hermione, Ginny! All three of you! Shut your mouths!" another girl said from the door. This girl was also red haired, but not related to Ron.