Well after not writing any HP centric fics for quite a while my imagination has been sparked with Pottermore and I've decided to delve into what always interested me most about the series. That being Quidditch. Most of everything I write is backed up by info on Pottermore and Harry Potter Wiki, although I will admit, everything in my story takes place in the 1997/8 season when in fact it should all actually take place the year after. So forgive me for this.

Let me know what you think, any thoughts, ideas, constructive criticism is all appreciated and I would be honoured if you would leave a comment.

There have been three points in my life where I thought my world would end. Surprisingly, although it was an obvious thought of fear in my mind, You-Know-Who has nothing to do with those three points. As a young female; my views were typically self-centred, as you can very well imagine.

The first point happened in my first year of Hogwarts, but for you to understand this, first I have to explain a little about my family.

My father and mother are both Wizards. We are from and for the past 32 generations of our family every girl has always been in Gryffindor, my mother had proudly instilled this fact into me for the first 11 years of my life. So of course when I entered the great hall for the sorting, I wasn't particularly worried. I sit on stool, put on hat, get sorted into Gryffindor, the end.

I was not really prepared for what it actually did.

Ah another Polaris, well I can't say I'm not surprised, I suppose it would do well to put you in the same house as the others...

At this point everything was fine and I was just wishing the stupid hat would hurry up.

However, I think personally you remind me much more of your father and would do much better off in RAVENCLAW!

I sat momentarily stunned on the stupid stool and with the hat still on my head; that patchy work of horror could tell I hated it. My sisters on the other hand were not as stunned as a loud eruption of two yells filled the great hall. "WHAT!"

Needless to say McGonagall was not pleased as she removed the hat from my head and ushered me to go sit with my now fellow Ravenclaws as she berated my sisters. "POLARIS AND POLARIS SIT DOWN AT ONCE, how dare you interrupt the sorting! You will speak to me after the feast!"

Begrudgingly the pair of them sat down; but all the while I could see they were wishing death upon the hat.

Katherine and Kaitlyn were bound to inform my mother, and she was bound to send an irritable letter to the headmaster who would chuckle and probably ignore it. My mother, unfortunately was, despite her comfortable upbringing in the South Devon hills, a bit of a 'Soccer Mom' and yes it was highly embarrassing.

Before she had given birth to Kaitlyn the second eldest of me and my three sisters, she; like many other women in the family; had played Quidditch professionally. This drive and ambition had been instilled into the three eldest of us, but unfortunately Kendra looked like she was going to be following in my father's footsteps; sharing his passion for music. But that was her issue not mine.

The point was that both Katherine and Kaitlyn were in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and both enjoyed it and both were good at it. I was supposed to do the same thing, only now I'd have to join the Ravenclaw team, which wouldn't bode well for my sister's vision of excellence.

I made the team, obviously; in my second year and playing my favourite Quidditch position of beater. Personally I feel like women play this role better than men, physical strength is one thing but I find girls are a lot better at forcefully hitting dangerous things in a man's direction. It was because of this reason my mother got with my dad. She accidentally hit him with one... but I digress.

The second point happened at the end of my fifth year of Hogwarts and was probably the turning point for why I was so moody at the current time (we'll get to that later).

When the Holyhead Harpies tell you they want you to join their reserve side you don't say no, I mean I did have my NEWTS to study for, which were important, but my career was kind of more important to me, which was strange for a Ravenclaw, (Another reason why the hat was so stupidly wrong) my only passion had been potions and Quidditch and whilst everything else we studied was manageable it bored me because it was so easy, I really had no issue with leaving.

I don't think any of the teachers were happy about it, but it wasn't as if they had my parent's backing, given that I'm pretty sure my mother was still resentful that I had been sorted into Ravenclaw, and because she played professionally as well I guess she just wanted me to follow my dream... which happened to be the same as hers but whatever.

But before I left, I had unfinished business, which was winning the Quidditch cup for Ravenclaw... again.

We'd won the year before, which was good, because since Charlie Weasley left, Slytherin have been winning it every year. I mean they still won the house cup and all but at least we stole some bragging rights from them; and Hufflepuff and especially Gryffindor were pleased we grabbed it from their clutches since anyone winning is better than Slytherin.

But this year Slytherin had lost to both us and Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff had also lost to both of us, so it was really down to the final match of the season to decide who'd be taking home the trophy, which happened to be Ravenclaw verses Gryffindor. Believe you me was I sure as hell glad Kaitlyn and Katherine had left school already. I might have to face them professionally in the league one day, but I could not stand the pressure of dealing with them at school, especially if Ravenclaw won, because they would lynch me.

Luckily I didn't have this to deal with. What I did have to deal with however was one of the reasons that accounted towards the whole world is ending thing.

"Is that this week's Potions assignment?" My companion asked.

"Yep."

"Help?"

I heaved a disgruntled and defeated sigh, "If I must, though don't tell Hutchins I've been helping the enemy.

My companion happened to be the new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Well I say new, since the start of the year anyway, but we got on ok, he happened to have a hidden talent in Care of Magical creatures, which I kind of hated, it was a boy thing I guess, and since we shared lessons he gave me a hand with that, I helped him with Potions... and everything else actually, it was kind of an unfair cop really, thinking about it.

Oliver Wood, is tall and burly, I mean we're talking the epitome of Alpha male here, with a kind of unruly mop of brown hair and was one of the first in our year to hit puberty clearly, because he was the only one with stubble. Although this might be because he just spent too much time concentrating on Quidditch and not enough time keeping up his personal appearance.

"I've been through every single tactic I could in preparation for the last match of the season." He began randomly as he pulled over my paper to copy and reword my answers. I paused to roll my eyes as he did so and took a swig of my rosehip soda I'd bought a stash of in Hogsmede. "Unfortunately I have everyone planned out apart from you... since you're unpredictable and all."

"Oh right." I answered, "I hope you're still going to be friends with me after we crush you."

"Oh very funny." He snapped. See, told you he got techy over Quidditch.

"To be honest." I added. "If it was about goals, there'd be no contest, honestly. Because you're the better keeper, Heidi was lucky in the match against Slytherin that Hutchins (If I forgot to mention, Grimsley Hutchins is our captain) and I were pounding bludgers at their chasers the entire time because she hasn't got the best reflexes. It'll come down to whoever catches the snitch, because goal wise we don't have much of a chance... and unfortunately your new Seeker is amazing."

Smug git cheered up considerably after that, men. It was the truth though, Heidi is a friend, but Wood is the best keeper I reckon Hogwarts has had for years. Even my sister's agreed... hence why Kaitlyn put him on the team in the first place. As for Potter, yeah; we were scared, he was a prodigy; and it was kind of annoying, we'd have to end the match as fast as possible before he found it. The chances of us winning in all honesty? They were pretty slim.

We won.

Potter was injured and Gryffindor were forced to play with six players, they could have conceded the match but it just wasn't Wood's style... I mean they gave it their all but in the end, they got destroyed, and really it wasn't the way I wanted t win the school Quidditch season.

But on to the World Ending part. He took it pretty badly, at least I think he did. Because when I went to find him after I had cleaned up after the match he was still drowning himself in the showers. I waited patiently for him to come out but when he did he sure as hell didn't look pleased to see me. This kind of confused me considering three nights ago I was helping him with his potions homework. "Hey!" I said brightly.

"Hey." He answered sounding nonchalant. "If you've come to rub it in I'm not in the mood."

"I haven't come to run it in." I assured him a little offended.

He scoffed, and I took it as a case of being a sore loser, which incidentally was actually not very like him, I mean it wasn't as if we were Slytherin.

"I guess I'll go and come back later." I answered walking to wards the door.

"Leaving is what you're good at." He called over his shoulder as he walked into the Captains office closing the door behind him.

I remember standing dumbfounded for a minute, before realising that I was actually kind of hurt. Putting it down to a case of him being a really really sore loser, I left the changing rooms expecting to get an apology before the end of term at least. But I never did, and I haven't spoken to him since. I haven't let it bug me, friends come and go it's how it is, but I just didn't expect it, either way it's not a big deal and I'm over it but it does bring me to point number three.

Fast forward, a few years later.

I play professionally for the Holyhead Harpies now, I've been their second beater for three solid years, we've won the league once since then; last year in fact, and now at the start of the next season we have a huge problem, and Gwenog, true to form; is seething.

Gwenog Jones is our captain, and incidentally; my best friend. She's also pretty forceful and terrifying, well at least if you're a man, and at the moment she was pacing up and down our locker room like an enraged lion.

You're probably wondering why on earth she is so enraged right now. The reason is pretty unfortunate and we were all feeling it; one of the team's Chasers, but more importantly our friend; that being Wilda Griffiths had left us for Puddlemere United. Because they'd offered her 1000 Galleons to do so; betrayal was sore and Gwenog was taking it worse than everyone else.

"She never made any inclination she was unhappy!" She cried, waving her beaters bat around wildly in the air.

Claudia Genista, our keeper, looked up from where she was polishing her Firebolt in the corner of the room (gifts from our sponsors) and tried as usual to be the voice of rationale. "Maybe there was a genuine reason for why she left."

"Money." Came several automated responses including my own. Claudia sighed in defeat, there was to be no reason in this argument.

"I think we have to accept that because she played so well last season; they poached her." Greta Ball stated looking solemn as she sat next to Octavia Gandilly, both are Chasers and their quick reflexes with the Quaffle was a definite reason as to why we won last season. Octavia was exceptional at long passes and her riding on a broom; especially since she's muggle born and before attending school had never used a broom for anything than helping her mother sweep.

"We will also have to accept that this season; is most probably going to be rubbish." I added stating the brutally obvious. Gwenog glared at me and in response I gave her a dead-panned look. "We'll get our revenge on Puddlemere later in the season, but right now; finding a new Chaser should be our biggest worry, we can't rely on Felicia to catch the snitch in the first thirty seconds of every match."

Gwenog still looked furious, but I could tell her anger was fizzing out at the prospect of holding Chaser try-outs, which would need to be done much sooner than later. "Gibbons inform the reserve team I want them here at ten tomorrow morning; anyone who can't make it waits until next time."

Felicia nodded and left the room presumably to start sending out an owl. There were about thirty girls on the reserve team; of those thirty I was sure about twenty of them were chasers. Fingers crossed we would actually have someone there who could match Wilda's skills.

Once Felicia returned and Gwenog had calmed down we set out for training. Which with a Chaser down, was a waste of time; finally admitting defeat, Gwenog ordered us to pack down and I flew about to wrestle the two Bludgers back into their crate.

By the time I had finished, the rest of them had already left for home and Gwenog was waiting for me by the entrance to the changing rooms, leaning casually against the door frame, unsurprising given that we hadn't exactly had time to talk earlier. "Do you think we'll be ok?" She wasted no time in addressing me as I dropped the heavy black Bludger chest onto the ground.

"Of course." I answered truthfully. "We'll find another Chaser, a better one. Younger, fresh talent." I added after a pause, "Give me a hand with this will you? It's heavy."

She grabbed the other handle and we returned it to the supplies cupboard. Nothing more was said about the creek we were up without a paddle and I made my way home alone turning down Gwenog's offer of a Butterbeer in the Leaky Cauldron after training.

I lived in a small apartment in Diagon Alley; the one in question was a small one above what used to be Florean Fortescue's Ice cream parlour. My bedroom and adjoining bathroom was through the small living kitchenette area. With what I was being paid I suppose I could afford more; but since I was hardly ever there what was the point?

I flicked my wand as I walked in and a stream of pink hued glows flittered about the room, cascading rose coloured light against all of my belongings. The nice thing; about being a Witch, was definitely apparition, being able to live wherever I wanted while still playing Quidditch in North Wales was handy. My parents lived in the county and while I missed this; I was too young to be living at home, and truthfully I liked being immersed in the Wizarding community... in the middle of Muggle fields it was somewhat difficult.

I slumped onto the sofa tiredly and picked up the Daily Prophet which had arrived in the morning, usually I only have time to pay the owl and glance at the front page, saving the news till I get home. Automatically I flip to the sport pages at the back. At which point I start choking uncontrollably in shock at what I see.

The two new faces of Puddlemere United grant the Daily Prophet this week; an exclusive interview before the start of the new Quidditch season.

Underneath was a picture of a Witch and Wizard garbed in the new navy blue Robes of Puddlemere United. One of them happened to be Wilda, it wasn't this that had shocked me, it was the Wizard standing next to her with his arms folded across his chest and an arrogant smirk on his face. It was Oliver Wood.

Before I could do anything there was a loud pop, even more shocked I gave a scream and toppled sideways over the couch as my Captain appeared in front of me, waving her own version of the daily prophet in her hand angrily. "Have you seen!?" She almost cried, I could tell she was trying to hold in her anger; she was doing pretty well so far to be fair.

I pulled myself back up off of the floor and glared at her, "Couldn't you knock!?"

"Katja look!" She cried thrusting it under my nose.

"I can see!" I retorted, waving the paper out of my face and grabbing at my own copy. "I can't believe he made the team!"

Gwenog paused and looked at me confused, "What the hell are you talking about? I'm talking about Wilda."

I paused frozen and I could feel my mouth hang open ever so slightly, "Huh... of course." Should have known we weren't exactly on the same wavelength.

Gwenog's tirade lasted half an hour before she finally buggered off. It was going to be a long season.

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