Author's Note:

In the first HP book, McGonagall allows Harry to become the new Gryffindor Seeker despite the fact that he was breaking the rules, that first years aren't allowed to have broomsticks or be on the house teams, and that he did not even try out for the team (which really…I mean what if some poor kid wanted to try out that year for Seeker?). Originally I assumed that this was because he had a natural talent and she had a love for Quidditch (having played on the team herself). This brief bit is a bit of background to what else may have factored into her decision to so rapidly allow Harry onto the team. (Also note that in this story, James has spent years going to Quidditch conditioning camps – much like aspiring soccer players do.)

Story:

(James Potter)

"For the hundredth time, no" Professor McGonagall said, sounding both firm and frustrated.

James had been so sure that he'd be able to wear her down to letting him play on the house team a year early – or at least letting him try out for the team – if he'd kept pestering her. He was used to getting his way if he asked for something enough times.

"But, please, Professor!" James said, hurrying after her down the corridor. "If you could just watch me fly – "

"I have already told you, Potter. First years are not allowed to play for the house teams. No exceptions."

"Yes, I know that, Professor. But if you would just watch me fly I'm sure you'd agree that – "

"Mr. Potter, I am intricately aware of the training you have had already, since you posted a list of your experience on my office door two weeks ago." Yeah. Really thought that one would have worked. I must have loads more flying experience than these other people. "Despite your credentials, those are the school rules."

"But you're headmistress! That's a powerful position, Prof- Headmistress." He gave her one of his most winning smiles…the one his parents could never say 'no' to.

"Gryffindor house will be lucky to have you on the team next year, Potter …permitting that you excel in the try-outs."

Time for a change of approach.

"Did you know that no one younger than twelve has made it onto a Quidditch team in nearly a century? Don't you think it's time that we change that antiquated statistic? You and me, Professor! McGonagall and Potter, changing the lives of eleven-year-old Quidditch players around the world!" She shot him a mildly amused look. "…Or at least at Hogwarts" he pressed.

"Believe it or not, Mr. Potter, there are more important responsibilities that I have to this school and its students than allowing first years to try out for their house teams."

"But you're my head of house" James moaned. "Aren't you supposed to be looking out for your students' career interests? Wouldn't that be one of those more important responsibilities? I want to be a professional Quidditch player. Just think of how you'd be helping my future career prospects if you –"

"Mr. Potter" she interrupted firmly and stopped walking. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but this is enough. Surely you have better things to be doing with your time than asking me the same question you've been requesting all year. The answer is no. I'm sorry Potter, that is my final word."

James gaped at her as she walked briskly away. She said no. She actually still said no. Those were some of the best arguments. Doesn't she care if Gryffindor gets the cup at all?