Chapter 1- Greatest of all time!

Harry Potter wasn't a Quidditch player, he was a Broom Sprinter. Quidditch wasn't the only sport popular in the Wizarding world, Broom racing was just as popular in all the different countries around the world.

Viktor Krum stood out when it came to competing on the Quidditch pitch and he dominated with the moves he could pull in the air and people called him a one off.

Harry Potter was already famous for what he had achieved when he was just a toddler. Being the first person to ever survive the killing curse was one thing, to do it when so young was something completely different. No one ever knew how he achieved the incredible achievement but somehow he did.

Through his schooling years, people saw him as a good Quidditch player and with natural speed and agility but lacked the muscles and strength that the vicious sport required.

No one saw a lot of him in the time where Voldemort ruled the Wizarding world. Then Harry Potter achieves the impossible again. He defeats the most feared Dark Lord of all time when just seventeen.

Then only months later, approximately three. Everyone thought that he would become a member of the Aurors but how he proved everyone wrong.

It shocked the world when everyone saw his name on the try-outs list for the Thunder Fox's, only one of the greatest teams in the British Broom Sprinting league.

Other teams included, The Vicious Vipers, The Storm Eagles and The silver Arrows to name a few.

Here it all begins, the start of the journey for the greatest of all time!


"Hermione, could you get me some tea?" Shouted Ron through the open kitchen door as he went into the sitting room where the family owl they had gotten just a month ago was waiting with the Daily Prophet hanging from its beak. He unloaded the owl of its burden and gave it a treat and a few seconds later, the owl flew up into the skies, most likely to the garden what his fiancé had just made owl friendly. As you do.

"Why should I Ronald?" Snapped Hermione with her hands on her hips as she came and looked at him as she waited in the doorway for an answer.

"Cause you love me" responded Ron with a cheeky smile.

"You do make me wonder why some days" muttered Hermione under her breath as she went back through to the kitchen to fulfil his simple request.

"Bloody hell!" Exclaimed an astonished Ron who came running through to the kitchen, the Prophet clutched in his hands as he rested them on the kitchen table.

"What?" Asked Hermione as she came away from the kettle.

"It's Harry" replied Ron as he pointed to nowhere imparticular in the newspaper.

"They're always writing stuff about him, why should this be any different?" Said Hermione with raises eyebrows.

"He's in the sports section" elaborated Ron who showed her a picture of Harry walking away wearing sunglasses from what appeared to be a stadium in the distance.

"Why's he in the sports section?" Wondered Hermione who went over to take a closer look at the paper.

"It says breaking news at the top. Bloody hell! Harry's in contract talks with the Thunder Fox's" exclaimed Ron with a shocked look as he continued to stare at the newspaper.

"Who are they?"

"They're only the best Broom Sprinting team in the UK" said Ron like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What's Broom Sprinting?" Asked Hermione who hated having to ask all these questions and knowing little.

"I don't know too much as I prefer Quidditch. But they have the same size pitch as Quidditch does but instead or rings on each end, they have one continued track. They have four different checkpoints throughout the track. They travel in an oval shape and the checkpoints are two poles on either side of the track. So therefore all the players have to travel around the same distance. Unlike Quidditch where they only play the match and that's it, this is loads of different events. One I do know about is the one on one Broom Sprint where one player from each team has to go up against each other in a flat out sprint for five laps. Its short but exciting. Each team consists of 5 players. All these events are played in one day and sometimes one afternoon. There is the 5 by 5 Shift Race where all the players go in a single file line and go against each other and go around thirty laps and they start on differing ends of the oval. Whoever reaches the point where they started after the end of the thirty laps is the winner. There are other events but I'm not so sure what goes on in them" informed Ron who seemed a little out of breath after his hefty explanation.

"And the Thunder Fox's are one of these teams?"

"Yeah, once everyone has played each other once in the league, they go against each other at the same time in the national stadium of sports in the country and then there is one final what they call scrap race, one player from each team goes against one and other for fifteen laps and whoever comes across the finishing marker first wins that final race. They only win the whole thing if they do the best throughout the whole season and that then determines starting positions with where they are in the league in that final race and so on. Listen to it on the radio once, you will get the gist when you follow it a bit more, trust me" added Ron. Hermione came to the conclusion that he wasn't very good at explaining things.

Just then, there fireplace in the sitting room flared up and Harry came strolling out of it. He had improved in Wizarding transport from using it loads over the years.

"I see you've been busy" said Hermione in a scathing tone.

"I see you've read the paper" observed Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep, what is it about you in talks of sighning a contract with the Thunder Fox's?" Asked Ron with a wide grin on his face.

"For once, the Prophet actually wrote the truth, I am in talks to sign a contract with them. In fact, if everything goes to plan then I should be a Thunder Fox by tomorrow" replied Harry with an equally as large grin.

"And you didn't consult us because?" Said Hermione with her hands on hips pose again meaning whoever she was talking to was in trouble.

"Hermione, you and Ron are my best friends, not my parents" stated Harry with a slight frown.

"I know, its just weird us making decisions for ourselves and not telling the others everything" explained Hermione with a slightly unhappy expression on her face.

"Hermione, we are growing up. You are working at the Ministry and Ron in George's shop. I am just hopefully launching a career in broom Sprinting. I don't even know if I'm to good at it. The coach at the try-outs thought I was outstanding though so that's got to be a good sign" said Harry with a nervous laugh.

"Who was the coach?" Asked Ron.

"Peter Florenza I believe" responded Harry.

"You've got to be kidding me. Harry. If he says your good, your good. He's the best coach in the world" gushed Ron with a wistful look.

"Here we go again" whispered Hermione who went back to doing that tea.

"Well, I only came around to see if you knew from the papers yet. You will find out tomorrow if I got the position" informed Harry as he got up to leave.

"What events will you be doing?" Wondered Ron as he got up as well as they made there way through to the sitting room.

"The one on one and the 5 by 5 from what I know so far" responded Harry who then disappeared in the fireplace.

THE NEXT DAY

"Good to see you here Potter. The managers just through there with the owner. Hope to see ya on the team in a few hours kid" greeted the coach Peter Florenza who then walked through to the changing rooms to where the rest of the team was changing.

Harry then walked over to a heavily polished wooden door and knocked on the heavy door.

"Enter" stated a voice from the other side. Harry then pushed the door open to see who was inside.

He saw the manager standing just in front of the owner who sat behind a desk. He had greying hair and wore some sort of business suit. Similar to what the manager was wearing but the manager was bold.

"Harry, good to see you. Now, the contract is all ready for you to sign. The pay and the sponsors for your gloves and other equipment" informed the greying man from behind the desk who handed Harry a piece of parchment and a quill. Harry signed his name after reading it over despite what the man had said.

"Great, now. Your shirt number and the name on the back of it need to be sorted, don't you agree?" Smiled the man and then got up to get a players shirt from what looked to be a wardrobe and a piece of parchment from a draw on his desk.

"So what will it be?" Asked the manager with a stern look still on his face (the bold one).

"I would just like Potter on the back as the name" informed Harry who was then instructed to write that down on the parchment. Once he did he looked at the players shirt which had the name written Potter on the back In bold black letters.

"I would then like the number 31" added Harry who then wrote that number which then appeared under his name on the shirt.

"Great, now there is a press conference we must attend and that is standard for all our knew players. I might warn you that there may be a few more people there than usual because of who you are" warned the owner who then guided him and the manager into a room across the hallway and opened the door to a sea of lights what went off in their faces. There was a table in front of all the people with three microphones in front of three chairs. The owner then held out half of the shirt for him to hold and the man kept hold of the other half. They posed for pictures for around two minutes and then the both took a seat. The manager was on Harry's right and then the owner was on his left.

All together the press conference took around half an hour and at the end of it the manager instructed him to go and get his gear on and meet the people on the pitch for training.

Harry then went to the changing rooms and started getting into his gear. The kit he had to wear was form fitting ad felt like it was made of silk. It was all white but for a classy red patter going sideways from the shoulder blade to his lower hip. The trousers were all white and form fitting but didn't have any red pattern on.

He saw a helmet the shape of a pointed tear drop which had a visor hanging over most of the face. He put it on and it was like a blade running down to just past his shoulder blades from the helmet. It was extremely streamline. He then took it off and headed outside. He saw one door what was labelled 'Stadium" and another what was labelled 'practice pitch'. He decided he wanted to have a slight look at the home stadium. What he saw made him shudder.

It was a 5 tier stadium. It was slightly bigger than the one at the world cup in his fourth year. The stands were a lot bigger. More like a football stadium like Wembley only higher and with 5 tiers to it.

He then looked to the skies and took a deep breath. He knew instantly that this was where he was supposed to be.

A/N- Hope you enjoyed the opening chapter and the idea. If there are questions about the sport, please review them. A lot of the characters in this story will be my own characters but people such as Harry/Hermione/on and a lot of others belong to J.K Rowling.

Signing off,

Chaser10