I've alread seen a couple of fics like this, I want to say that I've no intnetion of copy anybody, I just really like these kind of female force fics. I hope you all see that this fic is not copy at all of another one. This said, I do not own harry Potter or the Next gen, but I do own most of the characters here.


Emily
My complete name is Emily Leanne Wood. Of all the names I could have been given, that's the one I got. Emily Leanne Wood. It has all the personality of a toast.

Speaking of wich, I'm getting really hungry waitig here, but I refuse to say so. You don't just interrupt Amber Goldstein morning-ritual of beauty. Not unless you want to be murderer in a slow way

"I'm ready!" she anounces fifteen minutes later "Come on Em, I'm staarving"

"humfh" I manage to pronunce. After sitting back on my bed, I almost fell sleep again.

"You know " Amber says eyeing me up as we climb down the stairs "You couldn't try less if you wanted to. Have you honestly brushed your hair today?"

I try to pull out of my face some strands of frizzy hair that had already freeing themselfs from my ponytail attempt, but it's pretty impossible to retain them against their will, so when something else catches Amber's eye, I just let them free again.

"Hey, that has to be the Quidditch Teams Lists" some Slytherin girl I don't know says to her friends, pointing at the notice board of the Grat Hall. Sure enough, there's a bunch of people trying to see, and once in a while we can hear a happy cry (I've made it!I've made it!).

I start to bit my nails. Amber hits me on my hand.

"Stop it for Merlin's shake. You know you've made it." she says trying to make space into the crowd to get to see the list "You were the only keeper who stopped the Quaffle every single time. Everyone was sure you had got the place when you finnished"

Truth is, I already know that. When your father is a living keeper legend of the Puddlemore United ( now the coach of the English Quidditch Selection) and your mum played for the Appleby Arrows for years, you just have to be good at Quidditch, but that doesn't mean I don't get nervous. I can't help it.
That's why I read the list once, twice, and the three times before realizing that my name is not there and I'm actually no hallucinating.

I'm not.

"Oh, Em, I'm so sorry honey" Amber tells to me trying to hugh me. "You did your best".

I did. I was stunning at the tryouts. Much better that this McGowen boy. It happened last year too. James bloody Potter didn't choose my even if I'm the best keeper Gryffindor has. All the names on the list, on the four lists actually, are boy names. Just like last year. And the year before that.

Suddenly, all I can see is red.

Before Amber can stop me, I rip paper to the astonishment of everyone and enter almost running in the Great Hall. I think Amber is following me, but I can be sure because all I care about right now is about the freaking Quidditch team.

"POTTER!" I scream so loud that I made a couple of people jump in their sits as I got closer to him "YOU ASSHOLE!"

He looks a little worried when I stop right next to him, and I know that I must look crazy but I can't seem to care anymore.

"I'M WAY BETTER THAN MCGOWALL" I yell getting closer to him "AND YOU PRATT WON'T LET ME PLAY BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID TESTOSTERONE THING"

Half of the Great Hall is up now, trying to get a better look at me. I should stop now.

"Come on, Emily" he says calm and collected, making me want to hit him into oblivion "I know you're good but I need big man players, specially defending the goals."

Something is burning inside me.

"You're telling me" I hiss trying to keep it cool "That I'm not in the team because I'm a girl?".

"Well, have you seen the other house's list? All boys, they could kill you girls easily. I need men up there"

Amber has to grab me in order to stop me from jump into him. But she's not quick enough to cover my mouth.

"YOU BASTARD! ASSHOLE! SON OF A BITCH! FILTHY SEXIST JERK! "

I'm pleased to say he looks slightly scared until someone much stronger than Amber grabs me and covers my mouth with his hand while turning to stand between Potter and me, looking into my face.

I'm sure my eyes go out of their sockets when I see that is McGowall who holds me. I try to bite his hand without success.

"Easy there Wood" he says too close to my face, "McGonagall has just arrived"

Well, that made me stop.

I must look less like a mad person now, because McGowen lets me go and Potter, now surrounded by he rest of the team, looks pretty relaxed again.

"Hey, Anderson!" he calls.

Roger Anderson, a lanky seventh year who is Hufflepuff's Capitan, appears between the crowd and stands close to Potter, keeping a nervous eye on me.

"Your team is all male, right?"

"Yeah. Listen, Wood, Potter is right. The other players are too big and strong to let a girl play with them. You'll be down in a minute"

I take a step towards them and they all backward simultaneously. McGowall grabs my arm again, and I'm pretty sure I hear him snort.

Once he notices his new keeper is holding me back, Potter talks again.

"See? And it's the same for Rivers and Malfoy" he explains pointing to two boys who are standing near by.

I don't bother to listen, too concerned on what have I just done now that I've stopped. I never shout like this, Jeez, I have never even argued in public before. Never, ever. I usually stay quiet and go unnoticed, which doesn't bother me at all.
More than a Gryffindor lion, I'm like a lamb.

"WELL, THAT SOUNDS LIKE DISCRIMINATION TO ME" a girls yells stepping out of the crowd.

"Stay away from this Finnigan" Potter says scowling at her.

"Try to make me".

Apparently, she's not going anywhere.

"Finnigan, you didn't even try for the team!" Scorpius Malfoy speaks for the first time, his aristocratic face showing an amused expression, which is pretty shocking, him being some sort of boy-made-of-ice-and-stone.

"Because I knew you won't choose me. There's not been a single girl on a Quidditch team since eight years ago."

"Really?" The last Quidditch Capitan, seventh-year Lucas Rivers, speaks up joining Malfoy, Potter and Anderson."Where did you got that information?"

"She told me" Finnigan points to a Revenclaw girl who turns bright red when the four boys look at her at once, but she nods anyway. I guess is Finnigan's little sister because even if her long hair is sandy and not almost red, like Finnigan's, they have the same face.

"This is ridiculous" Potter snaps, turning the attention from the second girl "We have already got the teams. Why are we ever arguing?"

"BECAUSE WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO PLAY!" The girl on my left blurts out, and some people in the crowd cheer and clap.

"You can't, as you don't have a team to be in" Anderson answers rudely.

"You know what, I'll play to" says a pretty Hufflepuff brunette placing herself between me and Finnigan.

Anderson looks taken aback, but he recovers fast and rolls his eyes.

"Don't make a fool of yourself just to contradict me, Anna"

"Don't flatter yourself thinking I'll do anything because of you, Asshole"

Some people laugh, Anderson rolls his eyes.

"Is there a problem here?"

As McGonagall suddenly appears making her way between the crowd and directly towards us, most people around start to leave as fast as they can, I'm about to do the same, but like sensing my next move, the Hufflepuff girl, Anna, grabs the arm Mcgowall doesn't already hold and makes me stay.

"Of course the isn't, headmistress" Potter answers smiling charmingly "Wood just got a bit upset because she's not in the Quidditch team".

McGonagall blinks. Then she looks at me and blinks again.

"She's not? I assumed Oliver and Katie's kid would be the best option for a keeper"

"She is" snaps Finnigan, furious red creeping up her cheeks "They don't let her play because she's a girl"

Mcgonagall raises a eyebrow.

"It's true, headmistress" Anna adds looking triumphantly at Anderson "None of the houses would let a girl play since eight years ago"

"They didn't try out for the team!" Anderson exclaims red with anger."Just Wood did"

McGonagall looks back at me, sightly amused. I keep my mouth shut and try to go unnoticed by cover my face with my hair.

"I tried the last three years!" Finnigan cries out "And yes, I was good enough" she adds when she sees Rivers opening his mouth."And Poppy Moore was amazing at the tryouts and you didn't choose her either"

"Jess Fields has been the seeker the lasts three years. I thought that he was more prepared" Rivers claims defending himself.

"ENOUGH" McGonagall suddenly roars making the whole Great Hall silent at once "Has any other girl been ditched of Quidditch in favor of a bigger boy?"

Nobody answers.

"We choose boys because they are as fast as girls, but stronger and more crude." Anderson speaks up "A girl in that circumstances will be down in a minute. Too fragile. We will hurt her"

Professor's lips tremble and her glasses slide to the tip of the nose. She's livid with rage.

"What position do you play at?" She asks Finnigan with a look of determination in her old eyes.

Finnigan does not doubt.

"Beater"

McGonagall points the other girl, Anna, with her chin.

"I can chase" she says lifting up her chin while Anderson scoffs quietly.

"YOU STILL NEED TO CHASERS,ANOTHER BEATER AND A SEEKER" McGonagall says speaking louder for everyone to hear.

The four captains and their teams look like they have just been slapped in the face. I start to bite my nails again.

"I'm a beater" asserts a caramel-skinned slim girl walking our way.

"No you're not!" Malfoy and another Slytherin boy scream at the same time in such a scared voice I'm afraid they're both going to faint.

The slim girl does not flinch.

"Yes I am, and I'm good enough"

"You'll get hurt" the boy who is not Malfoy insists.

"Or I'll hut you with a bludger" Shrugs the girl "Neither of the options sounds terrible"

"You're in" Finnigan decides, smirking.

A sudden idea pops into my mind.

"Does this mean a house will loose her team in order to let us play?"

Boys around us gasp, and I'm pretty sure a couple of them are about to cry.

McGonagall shakes her head.

"No. If you girls get a whole team, I'll allow you to play as a fifth team this year, entirely female" I'm surprised with the absolute silence, everyone is hanging on McGonagall's words "So you better find some good player to be able to beat those anti-girl brigades up"

I had almost forgot that McGonagall played Quidditch during her Hogwarts years, until she was injured bad during a match against Slytherin. I guess it has sense that she takes ofence when people say girls can't play Quidditch as good as boys.

"We should hold tryout" Anna speaks, her voice sightly shivering.

"I'll supervise them right now" Alicia Spinet, the fly teacher says looking quite murderous to the boys.

"NOW?"

And suddenly, the hell breaks loose, There's people screaming, cheering and running everywhere. I look at the four boys in front of me, noticing more than ever how different they are. Malfoy is giving what appears to be short and precise orders to his fellow team, paler than usual (I didn't think that was possible) but still calm and collected. Rivers is telling his team to leave the room, but he doesn't look angry, for what I get, I assume he's just going to the Quidditch pitch. Potter's ears are red, and he's running his hands across his black hair, making it even messier. Anderson is crying out loud to everyone near him, which I don't think s a really good tactic, and seems ready to murder me. I turn around and try to make a fast departure.

I crash with Amber on my way out.

"I think I have to get my broom" I tell her.

"I think you're gonna rock James' mind" she answers seriously.

As I expected, almost all the school is here by the time I come down to the Quidditch pitch with my broom and Amber.

Professor Spinet appears out of nowhere and hands me a paper with some names.

"What's this?" Amber asks peering over my shoulder.

"The name of the girls who are trying out"

"Why do I need it?" I ask looking at the petite second years on the front row. I swear I can see one whose broom is actually taller than she is. If that's the kind of girls who are trying, we are screwed, I mean, we are supposed to "beat up" four all-male teams, and not the kind of blokes who'll go easy, but the fast and really fit kind.

"You're the one choosing, aren't you?"

"WHAT?"

I try to refuse, but Amber (such a traitor) pushes me to the waiting girls eagerly. I stumble over my own feet and almost fell to the ground. Some guys in the bleachers laugh and I go back to biting my nails.

There are at least twenty names on the list, all staring at me very seriously, with respect.

My name has all the personality of a toast, which, apparently, I have not.


Abby

Emily Wood starts to try the chasers and begs me to take care of the beaters after seeing me hit a bludger and decide that I was not lying when I said I could play.

For the seeker, we free a snitch and let the four girls trying out look for it by themselves. Even before I've done organizing my possibly beaters, a skinny blonde who is on her fifth year at Revenclaw catches it.

Emily frees it again, just in case, but I've seen Poppy Moore fly a couple of times and I'm pretty sure nobody is as fast as her.

I make the girls hit the bludgers towards each other in pairs. After two minutes, I send down a bunch of them, because the majority cry with fear when they see the bludger coming.

That leaves me with five, none of them is really skilled, but at least they're not crying like they're about to have a brutal dead every time they see the balls coming their way.

Based on the laughs of the boys sitting on the blanches, Emily is not having more luck that I am with her chasers. She sends to the lockers every two out of three after their first shot. Any of the lucky ones who are allowed to do their five shots can pass through the goals more that one.

If there were not so many people looking, I'll smash my head with my own bat.

One of my girls manages to hit another and knock her off with a really clean shot. I tell her and a girl named Tracy Brice, who is the bigger and the stronger, to remain with me, all of the others look already tired of holding up their bats so I send them down.

Poppy Moore catches the snitch again, and Emily Wood- who I think is really thankful for the break- tells her to free it just one more, so she can actually see how she flies.

Potter seems to be having some kind of family problem in the bleachers, red,black and blond heads of the Weasley-Potters shinning together under the sun. I can tell his ears are getting red, as well as his freckled nose. I smile triumphantly and the think is a pity he can't see me.
James Potter's parents and mine are pretty good friends, you see, my mum played Quidditch with both Harry and Ginny Potter (then Weasley) one year when they were at Hogwarts and my dad was Harry Potter's roommate. I'm sure they though it will be adorable that James and I became best friends while we were at Hogwarts (we didn't really see each other much before we started school), which indeed would have been, if it wasn't for the fact that we have spent the last seven years detesting one another.

Fortunately, Anna O'Shea did not lie either on the Great Hall and she can chase pretty good . I call her and she pales a little when I ask her to fly around while the two beaters try to take her down, but she accepts.

They do rather well, but Anna is not only a really good flyer, she seems to have an special talent to avoid the bludgers too.

Finally, I decide that Tracy Brice is strong, but the slim caramel-skinned girl has much better aim, is faster and strong enough to knock a bigger person off.
Tracy Brice doesn't look very pleased as I explain this, and she even tries to argue, but Anna agrees with me and finally she takes off. The slim girl is a Slytehrin fifth year named Cassandra Zabini and although she has a face too cute to look threatening, she seems quite rough on her own way.

"Aren't you really good friends with malfoy?" I ask her suspiciously.

"Yep" she answers easily "Won't let me play, the prat, says is too dangerous and his parents and mine make him vow that he would take care of me or something" she does a face "Just because he's like my older brother he thinks he has a say on what I can do, which honestly, was sweet until I became fourteen last year. Now it just makes me sick"

"Over protector parents, then?" Anna asks, sounding like she gets it.

"Only child, I guess"

I think about my three little sisters and honestly kind of pity the only childs in the world

Olive is two years younger then me, and a revenclaw know-it-all, which can be very useful sometimes, she's really cute too,the lucky one I guess. Holly is in Gryffindor, fourth year, and she's sort like a big tornado with sandy hair and sparkling dark eyes, I would not call her cute tough, since she has that do-not-mess-with-me-or-I'll-mess-back look, pretty much like mine I think. Summer is a Hufflepuff second year, which makes sense since she's the most caring person I know, bet dad will have to tear boys off her in a couple of years too .

Emily Wood calls everybody down after the last girl tries for a chaser and fails the goal posts miserably. Poppy Moore has cached the snitch for the fourth time.

"This is Cassandra Zabini" I tell her "The other beater"

Emily quickly analyzes Cassandra's Petite body and does not seem very convinced, but she nods anyway.

"Actually" Zabini says looking at both of us "It's Cassie"

Emily frees the bludger suddenly and Cassie manages to hit it hard, right into the box, and then capture it between gasps. Emily smiles a little.

"Yeah, that would work, if we had a team, which we have not because we don't have chasers"

"Nobody else is trying?" Anna asks desperately.

"We are" says a really beautiful girl with a strawberry blonde braid who reaches the small of her back. She carries with her a pretty redhead with a cute freckled nose.

Dominique and Rose Weasley.

"No you're not!" Potter cries out standing next to us "You two can't play Quidditch and much less with...with...her!" he says pointing to me like he's expecting a second head to grow anytime soon over my shoulders. I just roll my eyes.

"We can do what we want!" Dominique shouts really angry, and I'll admit that even I get a little scared.

"Dom, you can't go on a broom" speaks a handsome blonde boy who I recognize as Louis, Dominique's little brother "What if you get hurt?"

"You are being prats" fifth-year Roxanne Weasley cuts in, sending dirty looks to her male cousins. "You can't tell them what to do"

"Exactly. Rosie and I love Quidditch" Dominique says straightening up, all her Veela charm shinning even more. I must say she looks kinda like...powerful.

"You never tried out for the Gryiffindor team!" Potter scowls, not affected at all by her cousin's beauty.

"Because you would not let us in!" Rose Weasley exclaims, speaking for the first time. I'm sightly amused, she always seemed too concentrate on her studies to care about any sport, and much less to actually take her time to practice it. No so much of a wornbook, I guess.

"Came on, Rosie" Albus Potter says sweetly "You've seen the other teams, we would knock you down in a second"

"Or the beaters here will knock you and James down" Rose shrugs "I'm willing to take my risks in order to see that"

Oh well, I already like the girl.

"Rose! You can't do it!" Hugo Weasley, Rose's brother, exclaims "James! Stop her! Them! Both of them!"

Rose Weasley does not flinch, is a lovely redhead girl, Lily Potter, who hits him on the back of his head.

"This is stupid." she decides "Dom and Rose have to try before joining the team"

"Right" I say, because Emily looks kinda scared of them all "You can try now"

Anna O'Shea nudges Emily and she and the Weasley girls take off.

They both do four out of five really nice shots. And I can hear their female cousins,Roxanne,Lucy and Lily, cheering while Potter groans something a lot like "I bloody trained them both"ยท

Oh, the joy of send him to the edge.

I grin like a mad person when they land and I see Potter's murderous expression.

"Welcome to the team" Emily says.