A/n: Also posted under the pen name HeavenofHell on HPFF.

Amelie Perry

My name is Amelie Perry and there is only one thing that you ought to know about me. I like quidditch. You know, with keepers and chasers and beaters and seekers? And quaffles and bludgers and snitches? Well, if not, then I'm going to assume that you've spent your entire life living in a box. Or that you're a muggle. In which case you ought not know anything. Anyways, I like quidditch. More than like actually – I love it. The woosh of air as you rise and dive, the adrenaline rush as your team scores on the opponent, and that wonderful feeling in your stomach when your seeker catches the snitch and the crowd goes wild!

That is – if you win.

And that is exactly what I plan to do this year. I've been on the Ravenclaw quidditch team since I was a scrawny little second year, and not once have I held the Quidditch Cup above my head as my entire house cheers me on. Now I'm in seventh and I graduate in ten short months. This is the year. It's now or never.

The only problem is, I have no team.

You see, last year the team consisted of four seventh years and three six's, me being one of the six's. The older one's graduated and the two from my year decided to get a job rather come back to Hogwarts. Which leaves me.

Yeah. It's a pretty wretched situation.

And to top it off, Potter released the team list for Gryffindor this morning.

'I, James Sirius Potter,' He announced, standing on the bench at his house table, speaking to a crowd of jostling Gryffindors. 'Your devastatingly handsome and horribly talented quidditch captain-' Humble too, '-am here to present to you this year's winning quidditch team!'

Cheers arose and he waited a moment for the noise level to die down a little.

'Our returning keeper, Brice Finnigan,' He gestured to a sandy haired boy, who joined him on the bench. 'Myself and the Scamander twins as chasers, Fred and Hugo Weasley as beaters, and Peter Tate as our seeker!'

There were seven of them at that point, standing on the bench, bowing and blowing kisses to their fans.

I was surprised that the bench can support so much ego.

I will (grudgingly) admit that it's a strong team. I may have spied on their tryouts. Just maybe.

'Do you think that it's a coincidence that they're all boys?' My dorm mate, Nell Dortan asked, stirring her porridge.

'James Potter was always a little sexist, I think.' Luthe Carter said, not looking up from his potions book.

'And the Slytherin team is all male too, isn't it?' Nell added.

'Yes.' I ground out. 'And knowing McLaggen, the Puffer team will be as well.'

'You know what Amelie, you ought to stick it to those boys.' Luthe said. 'The Ravenclaw team should be entirely female.'

I gave him a look. 'Is that a hint that you won't trying out, Carter?'

'Oh, don't be cold, Perry. Just because I'm your friend doesn't mean that I have to try out.' He stuck his tongue out at me. So mature Luthe. 'Besides, I don't have the time – I'm taking all of the advanced courses this year!'

'Right, Mr Unspeakable.' I stuck mine out in return.

'I'll come out, Amelie.' Nell cut in.

'Me too,' Added Ruth Taytum, my other roommate, as she squeezed in between Luthe and Nell.

'You play?' I asked.

'A little. You know my brothers, being in the international league and all. Couldn't bear to see their sister missing out on all of the fun!'

'Ravenclaw is well on its way to having a purely female quidditch team, girls!' I announced with a laugh. 'Tell all of the younger years!'

Of course, I was kidding, but Nell and Ruth took it seriously and spread the word. That is why right now I'm standing in the quidditch pitch, surrounded by girls, holding the tryout list that doesn't have a single blokes name on it. Don't people understand sarcasm anymore? Or have functioning brains? They should have realised that – and I don't mean to be harsh on my sex – a team of only girls (and Ravenclaw girls at that) wouldn't stand a chance against three teams of boys. Really Ravenclaws? I thought that we were supposed to be smart.

'Alright.' I say, looking at the scrawny second years at the front. 'Seeing as I play keeper, we'll begin with the chaser position. You'll be taking shots on Carter. You get five tries, and I'm also judging you on skills and tricks.'

Oh dear, that third year isn't even strong enough to hold her quaffle.

We are so doomed.

Nell and Ruth are both trying out for chaser, and take the lead. The other girls trickle after them, most of the younger girls looking very unsure of themselves.

The fact that I should at least watch my friends shoot is all that is keeping me from smashing my face in with my clipboard.

Nell does very well, a four out of five and executing a signature move of her favourite Holyhead Harpie, which suprises me, as I have never actually seen her play quidditch before. If she managed to teach herself Morley's move by watching quidditch on the wizbox, I will be seriously impressed. Ruth also does well, with a clean five of five shots. There is only one other girl who catches my eye, a Miss Ida Winters, who makes four of her shots.

All of the little ones stagger off to the change rooms, tired after only a short amount of flying. One of them even bursts into tears as an older Hufflepuff boy leans over the stands and shouts something at her.

I won't deny that my wand twitched a little before his hair turned a violent shade of pink.

Next were the beaters, and the girls trying out are getting anxious, looking around the pitch, watching as the stands slowly fill with students from other teams.

'Pay them no mind, girls.' I say, but I'm such a hypocrite, as a moment later my eye catches that of the Gryffindor captain and my stomach drops. That prick came to spy on my try outs!

Again. I'm such a hypocrite.

The beaters take flight, smashing bludgers between each other. I take note on each girl's fitness and ability on a broom, watching one in particular: a skinny fifth year who seems to really pack a punch. Despite her size, she knocked an older girl right off her broom. The other girl was only minimally injured (though she cried like hell until Luthe carried her off to the Hospital Wing) and the fifth year earned a little star beside her name.

'Hello there, Perry.' Someone with familiar, laughing tones calls out to me. 'Finally given up on the Quidditch Cup, have you? I really can't see you making a winning team out of the scrawny chicks you Ravenclaws have.'

I turn to see James Potter striding towards me, flanked by his quidditch team.

'It's nice of you to come and give moral support, Potter.' I snarl, not in the best of moods. 'But I'm not in any need of your shit today, thanks.'

'Language, Perry.' He says with a laugh, and I turn back to the girls milling about.

'Anyone trying out as seeker, please step forwards!' I call.

No one does.

Potter is still laughing.

'I'll try out.' A pretty red head steps forwards.

Well, that shut Potter up fast.

'I don't have broom with me, or any gear, but I can ride on James's for now.' I recognize her now, Rose Weasley, a sixth year who seems to always put her school work and her family before herself. I don't think that I've ever spoken to her in my life, but I could kiss her for putting that horrible, constipated look on Potters face.

'No!' Potter shouts. 'Rosie, I forbid you to play quidditch for this – this-' Unable to find words to describe me in the foulest way he wants, Potter scowls and stamps his foot. How very mature. 'No.'

'James,' Rose replies in a soothing, and almost mocking, tone. 'You should have realised that when I asked you to teach me how to play quidditch over the summer I had ulterior motives.'

'But Rosie...' Potter whines. 'You can't play quidditch!'

'James Sirius Potter, you have no say in what I can and cannot do.' She scolds him sternly.

'Fine,' He huffs, then turns away. 'But I'm not letting you try out on my broom.'

'No need!' I interrupt. 'You were trained by Potter here? What a way to get back at him! Welcome to the team!'

'You can't do that!' Potter cries. 'She has to try out!'

'I don't see why not,' I reply. 'There isn't anyone challenging her. So, again, welcome to the team!'

Potter huffs and puffs for a moment, doing a nice impression of the big bad wolf, but he doesn't scare anyone so he turns to his team and they storm away.

I smile over at this wonderful witch named Rose Weasley and she smiles back.

She really is going to be a wonderful addition to the team.

A/n: The first installment of my multi-chapter story. You'll get to meet the other girls properly in the next chapter. As the story changes POV, the person speaking will be identified by their name at the beginning of their portion in italics (ie. Amelie Perry).