Chapter 1: Quidditch Anniversary

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The 900th anniversary of the first Quidditch game played was humongous. It was a weeklong event and it seemed like all of the wizarding population visited the event. The scale was larger than the Quidditch World cup, with three massive stadiums and numerous smaller ones scattered around the area. There was a huge entertainment dome in the middle of the three stadiums, with things ranging from Chinese food to old wizarding antiques. It was a celebration that was a huge headache to plan, and as the Minister's secretary, Hermione had no choice but participate.

"C'mon Herms, loosen up! Let's go to the entertainment dome and find Harry!" Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and gently tried to pull Hermione off her chair.

"Stop it right there Ronald Weasley, I have a speech to plan!" Hermione was indignant, but at the end Ron managed to get Hermione off the chair, and off to the dome.

It had been only two years since Harry finished off Voldemort in the final battle between good and evil. Ron and Hermione had almost immediately gotten together after that battle, and Harry… well he sort of went on with life by himself. His relationship with Ginny hadn't worked out and they broke up soon after Hermione got together with Ron. Harry seemed contented with his single life, and as a bachelor and the savior of the wizarding world who got rid of Voldemort countless times, girls always seemed to surround him, hoping to get a night with him. He didn't go with any of the girls on even a date, as they were more interested in, the-boy-who-lived, instead of, just Harry. It seemed to Harry that only Hermione and Ron knew what he was actually like but they were also growing away from him. As their relationship grew, they spent less time with Harry, distancing their relationship.

"Harry!" Hermione smiled at him, the raven-haired boy with two emerald eyes.
"Hermione! Ron! Fancy meeting you here! But of course you are here 'Mione, you're the secretary of the Minister now!" Harry hugged them both and they hugged him back. No matter how far their relationship grew, they would always have a bond between them.

"Being the secretary is so tiring Harry! And this damned event," she said as both Harry and Ron gasped in horror. Quidditch was sacred to them, something they loved, but Hermione never did in her life. "As I was saying, this damned event," Hermione gritted her teeth as Ron and Harry gaped at her, but she continued anyways,"is such a bore and headache to plan. The request of some teams just drive me mad! Especially the foreign teams. Like the Bulgarians. The captain had the nerve to ask my secretary if she could ask me that if he could keep one veela in his room."

"The captain ask what?" Ron scrunched up his face, he had gotten lost at the secretary part.

"Honey, the Bulgarian captain wanted a veela in his room. And he asked me if I'd allow it. What do you think?" Ron smirked.

"I would have said yes. And ask him to take a couple photos for me." Hermione balled up her fists and started hitting Ron.

"Ronald, you disgust me!" Harry watched the couple's antics and smiled sadly. Seemed like the Golden Trio was growing apart, no matter how much they refused to believe it.

"Excuse me?" A person tapped Harry and he spun around. What he saw made his heart stop. It was a girl with wavy brown hair, fair skin, and her eyes, oh her eyes. One brown and one green, just like his own.

"Yes?" Harry managed out as his shocked mind was still registering the girl. He hadn't felt such feelings since….. 'Agh! Stop thinking her this instant Harry James Potter.'

"I just came from America and I'm lost from my group. Did you happen to see a tall man waving an American flag?" Harry thought her worried face was really cute.

"No, but what is your school name?" He asked her and she replied with a even more worried face as Harry did not see them.

"It's the Salem WItches Institute. But since you don't know, I'll go ask other people, sorry for wasting your time." As she turned around, Harry grabbed her shoulder instinctively and blurted out,

"Wait! I know a really powerful point me spell!" The girl then turned around.

"Thanks, could you do it? I'd be really thankful." Harry nodded, and congratulated himself mentally to keeping the girl's attention.

"Salem Witches Institute group, maximus pinpotus point me." His wand immediately rotated towards the south, where most of the temporary group cabins were. The trio's cabin was there too, they got one whole cabin to themselves as they were the trio that saved the world. Harry smiled at the girl.

"Would you want me to use this spell until we find your group?" The girl thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yes definitely, thank you so much! What is your name by the way?" She asked as they started to walk towards the exit. Harry was complete shocked that the girl didn't know his name. He was glad the girl had not been asking him since he was the savior of the British wizarding world.

"Harry. Harry Potter, and what is yours?"

"Rachel. Rachel Evans and pleased to meet you." Harry gave her one of his famous charming smiles and she blushed. Yes, Harry thought, looks like this event was going to be more interesting after all.

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