A/N-Not mine, the amazing JKR' I do own the plot. And I also wish I owned the cute Oliver Wood.

School has begun again. This year tougher than the last.

OWLS...

I am in fifth year and the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team. But the problem is, I don't have a seeker.
Michael Oswald, last year's captain and seeker, had completed his seventh year and has joined Puddlemere United as the reserve seeker. So now I was captain and am left without a seeker.

Now, I am standing in front of a large group of students, all here to try out. I had insisted that everyone, including the old players, try out. Among them were Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Fred and George Weasley.

I began by asking them to form groups of ten. The first group was horrible. The next was a couple of 2nd years. One of them was not bad, but he couldn't stay on the broom for more than a couple of minutes. Next tried a group of third years, the group consisting of the old chasers. Alicia was a reserve last year. I was surprised that Alicia was only a reserve. She was so good. I wonder why Max did not choose Fend, last year's Chaser was not that great. But it is a well known secret that Michael and Roger were friends.

Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell came back to the team with excellent tryouts.

The next were Fred and George turns out that no one else had come for the try outs of Beaters. And trust me, they would have had to go there was no one who could beat the twins. I mean, they are like human bludgers themselves.

But still, I did not get a seeker. All those who turned out did not have that spark I was looking for.

I was very upset when I walked into the Great Hall for lunch that day.

"Wood." I heard the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall call my name.

I turned and saw her walking towards me.

"How did the tryouts go?" she asked me.

"Great. Except that we still don't have a seeker."

Professor's face, which was lit up, suddenly fell.

"What? Weren't any of those kids who turned out any good?"

"No Professor. I don't think we will be able to play without an excellent seeker."

And I hope we find one real soon. If not, we are goners.

It was three-forty in the afternoon and I was sitting in the Charms was teaching about Levitation Charm, which according to him was sure to come for the exam. I was feeling asleep. That is highly irregular, considering Professor Flitwick's class is most interesting. But what with all the Quidditch pressures, homeworks and Professor Trelawney predicting that I will be the one to die this year, I almost wished I was at home, on my bed.

Professor McGonagall's voice distracted me.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?"

Professor Flitwick looked at me. I got up from the seat and walked to her. I was confused. Why would she want to see?

When I walked out, I saw Harry Potter was with her. I never really noticed how skinny he was, with round glasses.

"Follow me, you two." said Professor McGonagall, and we walked down the corridor.

Finally, we approached an empty class.

"In here."

Well, I thought it was empty, but I was wrong. Peeve was writing rude words on the blackboard.

"Out Peeves." she barked.

Peeves threw the chalk into a bin, which clanged loudly and swooped out cursing.

Professor slammed the door behind her as we entered the room. I still did not know why she wanted to see me and why Potter is with her.

Finally, she turned to face us.

She said to Potter.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood-I've found you a Seeker."

What. Seeker? Potter? Warmth was spreading inside me and I am sure it showed on my face, because Professor McGonagall smiled.

"Are you serious, Professor?"

"Absolutely" she said crisply." The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?"

He just nodded.

"He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive." she said. "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."

If McGonagall was telling like this, he must be really good.

"Ever seen a game of Quidditch Potter?" I asked him excitedly.

He shook his head, with a dazed look, as if he was hit by a bludger.

"Wood's captain of the Gryffindor team." Professor McGonagall explained.

I walked around him for a moment and then said.

"He's just the build for a Seeker too. Light-Speedy-we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor-a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleensweep Seven, I'd say"

"I hall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we can't bend the first-year rule. Heaven knows, we need a better tea than last year. Flattened in that match by Sytherin, I couldn't look Severus Snape in the face for weeks…"

The mention of that match brought back a memory of pain and shame. Shane Walter and Austin Richarson, the Slytherin Beaters hit the bludgers right at my head to show their anger when Gryffindor scored. I passed out and didn't know that we had lost the match until I woke up in the hospital wing, three days later.

McGonagall peered at the kid through her glasses and said.

"I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I may change my mind about punishing you."

Then, she suddenly smiled.

"Your father would have been proud. He was an excellent Quidditch player himself."

Of Course, why didn't I think of it before? I say, if he had not died, James Potter had the talent to be in the England Quidditch Team. He was that good. He played seeker and no wonder that little Harry is one too.

"Fred, George."I called, jogging after the twins.

They turned, both identical. Most of the time, I am confused which is which.

When they saw me approach, Fred groaned,

"Not again Oliver. We know it is important that honestly, we are done with your pep talk."

"It is not for my pep talk." I said, a little offended. I prepared a lot for my pep talk and I always made sure it is perfect.

"I found a new seeker."

"You WHAT?"

"Guys, don't shout." I said nervously. I didn't want anyone to know about Harry, yet.

"Who is it Oliver?"

"Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?" the twins stared at each other, "Is he good?"

"By the looks of it, he is great."

"Sweet. Meet you in practice."

With this, they walked away.

I stared after , they are really confusing me.

I was sitting in the common room, when Alicia Spinnet came to me and said.

"Oliver, Professor McGonagall wants to see you."

I got up and rolled up my Potions homework. Snape had set us a pretty nasty essay on the Draught of Living Death.

I reached her office and knocked.

"Come in." her voice answered.

I opened the door and went inside. She was sitting behind the desk, writing something.

"Ah Oliver." she said as I entered.

"I was just finishing this letter to Quality Quidditch supplies. We need to order a new broom for Harry Potter. Which one do you suggest?"

"Professor, as I said, Potter is light and speedy. He is just the built for a seeker. So as I said earlier, a Cleesweep Seven or a Nimbus Two ,Nimbus are pretty expensive, so…

"Wood," said Professor McGonagall, interrupting me. "I have written for a Nimbus Two Thousand. Will that do?"

A Nimbus Two Thousand? Will that do? That would do perfect.

"Perfect Professor."

It was great excitement that I was sat for the breakfast. Professor McGonagall had called me last night and told me that Potter's broom will be delivered this morning and I am to meet him tonight at seven.

I was lost in my thoughts, when the owls soared into the Great Hall. I forgot about the posts.

Two owls, a brown, rather ruffled looking one and another barn owl.

I recognized the brown one as Achilles, our family owl. It had a letter tied to its leg. I quickly took the letter and he took off.

It was a letter from mom.

Dear Oliver, the letter said.

How are you doing son? I know the pressure is very much, especially this year, what with the OWLS and being captain of Quidditch team. We are very proud of you son.

Oliver, is it true that Harry Potter is there in Hogwarts this year? Did you see him? Is he in Gryffindor? I knew his parents from school and they were in Gryffindor. So I have a hunch that their son may be in Gryffindor too.

You have done a great job so far son. Do well this year too, and make your old dad and mom proud. Good Luck!

Love,

Mom.

I smiled as I folded mom's letter. Just then, the other owl impatiently nipped my fingers. I turned to it and saw that it still carried the other letter.

I took it from its legs and unfolded ; it was from my sister, Rachael, who is settled in America with her husband and new born kid.

Oliver,

How are you? Missing you like hell. Wish I could have come home during the summer. But you know how difficult it was for me to move around with the baby, forget traveling to another country. I am getting bored here. But little Emma is keeping me a lot busy at times. Like a few minutes ago, when she fell from her cot. I am enjoying myself though. I love being a mom.

Anyway, forget all my blabbering. Mom told me you have been made Quidditch ! That is such an honor Oliver. You are captain of the Gryffindor Qudditch team, plus you are in your fifth year. How cool can it get? I am so proud of you bro.

Little Emma says hi to her favorite uncle.

Yours truly,

Rachael

I laughed as I saw the picture of cute kid waving at me from a photo which she send along with the letter.

A little commotion at the other end of the Gryffindor table distracted me.A long package had arrived for someone.

I smiled as I pocketed the letter.

Looks like the seeker's on job.

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