This is my first fan-fiction ever! Please review and enjoy. I do not own any of the characters or ideas; they all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Quidditch. A fast paced, brutal, and yet addicting sport; and I, Lily Evans, have become entrapped.

As a muggle-born I had never experienced the game until I came to Hogwarts. After my first lesson in flying, I knew I was head-over-heels in love.

There was only one issue. Girls were not allowed to play on their house teams.

Well, this was about to change because let me tell you when I want something I always get it.

I tend to spend my evenings practicing my skills on an old broom with my Slytherin best friend Severus Snape. He doesn't care much for flying but likes to humor me and try.

On one such night, as I was practicing my diving, Severus asked me, "Hey Lil, why don't you just ask Professor Mcgonagall if you can try out for the Gryffindor team, I mean the worst you can do is not make it?"

"You honestly don't think I've tried already Sev, I've pretty much badgered her every day after class. She always says she'd be happy to have me play if the Ministry allowed it. "I replied.

" Well then go to the ministry and demand they let you play."

"I've thought of that, and maybe I will." I said as I landed next to Severus on the ground.

"I'll come with you if you'd like, for like support, you know."

"Thanks Sev, I'd like that"

And two weeks later I was officially trying out for the Gryffindor team. (Told you I got what I wanted)

The morning of tryouts I was just outside the Quidditch pitch talking to my close friend and roommate Alice.

"Dear Merlin, I'm so nervous. I don't think I can do it."

"Come on Lily. Its like only your life dream to play Quidditch and now is your chance. And don't forget all those cute boys in their uniforms that you will get to spend so much time with." She said as she winked at me. "Ohhh that James Potter has just the best body and their Keeper has grown up a lot this summer, I wouldn't mind seeing him in the locker room, if you know what I mean."

"Oh stop, Alice I'm not here to meet boys, I'm here to show them that I'm just as tough!"

"Whatever you say, but be sure to get me some dates!" She called as she retreated to her spot in the stands to watch. I just rolled my eyes. This year there were many more spectators because the news got out that a girl was trying out. This made my hands shake even more.

I approached the middle of the pitch, where a mob of nervous teenage boys armed with brooms, stood around. When I reached their circle, one of the older boys called out "Ahhh so you're the bird who wants to try out." He sniggered, "Your what 5'2 max? Good Luck."

James Potter, a highly popular boy in my year known for his pranks and good looks, said "Its Evans, that girl may be feisty but I don't now if she can hold her own against a lot of highly skilled players as ourselves." I forgot to mention that Potter was also cocky, rude, and disgusting.

"Well Potter, " I spat " You'll see that I can hold more than my own."

"Whatever you say, Little Red." No matter how many times I told him not to call me Little Red he never stopped, it was either Evans or Little Red. Seeing as I had bright red hair, and was rather small, only 5'2, I guess it made sense. Even though I was short, I was also strong. I made sure off it, I worked out and lifted weights to gain as much muscle as possible.

The captain, a seventh year named Mason who played beater, called for everyone's attention. "Alright folks, today we have a number of new people trying out, and I would like everyone to be kind and respectful with good sportsmanship; we are all here to play the game" He said looking at the boys and then motioning to me. "Good, now everyone try your best, and give it everything you've got. Potential beaters and keepers can come with me. And chasers go with Tom," who was another seventh year chaser.

The crowed split, I followed Tom seeing as my position was a chaser.

"Alright" he said, "Currently we are only looking for two chasers and one beater. So sorry to break it to but many of you are going to get cut." This made me very nervous but I tried to seem unfazed and cool on the outside. "We will start with a simple passing exercise to determine who is able to fly, catch and throw accurately. Everyone mount your brooms."

Immediately, I noticed how awful some people were. Had they even been on a broom before? I knew I was alright but compared to these chums I was pretty damn good. This boosted my ego and I started playing with more confidence.

Tom seemed to notice the awful players and started cutting people out right away. After going through a series of drills, he had cut it down to four. Only me and three other guys left. He needed two chasers so two of us had to go. We started a new drill where we attempted scoring while the rings were being defended by our keeper. After an awful mistake, one of the boys was cut bringing it down to three.

The other members of the team came over to watch us battle it out. Tom instructed us to play keep away against each other. I was extremely good at this because I was small and fast, also the boys didn't want to "hit" me. I heard some of the comments of the boys on the sidelines "Wow, she's not half bad." This made me smile as I slammed into one of the boys and stole the quaffle.

Finally the time came, to decide which two of us would make it. We would each get a single shot at the hoops and the first one to miss was out. The two boys were up first.

The larger boy flew out to the center. He was nearly twice the size of me but not very fast. He aimed and flew towards the posts. The Keeper saw which direction he was going and was able to block his throw because the boy was going far to slow. Yes one down I thought!

The second boy took his position, he careened towards the hoops, faking to the right and going left, he swung the ball through to the middle hoop and just barley scored.

Now, it was my turn, I just needed to score and I would be in. I lined up and eyed the Keeper. All I could think of was Alice saying how attractive he was, and seeing him in the locker room…. Wait I needed to focus. I took a breath and began my dive. I swooped towards the middle hoop and got so close that I was right next to the Keeper. Skillfully, I turned my broom on an angle, swung around and scored in the hoop to my left. This was a very difficult move that I took hours to perfect and was proud that I had executed it so well. When I looked over at the audience they all started clapping, some of them in shock. Mason came over to me and shook my hand, "Welcome to the team."