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'Nervous?' asked Ron, noticing Harry playing around with his fork.



Harry jumped slightly. 'What? Me? No…no, o-of course not…' He looked down at his plate. I exchanged grins with Ron.



'Yeah you are,' Ron teased.



'Shush, you,' I told Ron. I turned to Harry. 'Look, you're going to be great, ok? Don't worry about it. The whole team already know and respect you well enough, so what are you worrying about?'



Harry sighed. 'That I'm not going to be as good as Wood,' he answered. 'I mean, he was a great captain AND a great keeper…I'm just a seeker…'



I looked at him sadly. He'd lost all of his confidence. I turned to Ron for some help. He nodded and slapped Harry on the back. 'Right; come on you, I wanna show you something.' He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and pulled him up, then, followed closely by me, dragged him out of the Great Hall.



Ron went up some stairs and along some corridors, until he finally came to a stop. He pushed Harry into a room, and went in himself. I followed. Harry looked around him. He was in the trophy room. 'What did you bring me here for?' he asked exasperatedly.



Ron marched him over to the Quidditch section and pointed at something. Harry looked closely. It read "JAMES POTTER – CHASER AND GRIFFINDOR CAPTAIN. HELPED WIN THE CUP FOUR YEARS IN A ROW". Harry stared at it and blinked. He'd forgotten about this trophy. I gave Ron the thumbs up and turned Harry round to look at me.



'See?' I said grinning. 'You'll be fine. Just like your dad.'



Harry looked at the two of us and smiled. 'You're right. I'll be fine.' Then, he took in a deep breath, and glanced at his watch. 'Crap! It's already 6:45pm! I was supposed to be there at 6:30! I'd better go, they'll be waiting for me,' and with that, he ran off.



I laughed. 'So, at first, he didn't wanna go, and now, he's worried because he's late!' Ron grinned.



* * *



Harry appeared in the common room that night with a triumphant look on his face.



'First practice as captain went well, I gather?' I smiled.



Harry nodded. 'Perfectly. They were all really good as well, even better than they were last year, I think,' he added guiltily, thinking of Wood.



'Come on then, I'll let you beat me at wizard chess as a well done present,' said Ron, getting his kit out.



Harry grinned. I could tell he was feeling cocky after his first good practice of the year. 'You don't fool me, Mr. Bad Guy! And anyway, I could beat you with my hands tied behind my back!'



Ron frowned evilly. 'Oh really? I'll take that bet my good man.' He glanced over at me. 'We fight over ze maiden, yes?'



I laughed. 'I'd prefer not to be called a maiden, but whatever!' I grinned.



Harry held his hand out and Ron shook it. 'I fight for the lady,' Harry agreed, and they both sat down to play.



I sighed. Those were the good days. I smiled, remembering all we had been through together. We had come face to face with You-Kno…Voldemort…many times. And had won. My smile faded. But now he was back. Properly. I glanced at Harry and Ron. I guessed that they were probably trying to forget about all that for now. But I knew, deep in my mind, that with Voldemort back, this was going to be our most fearful year yet…



Pleez r&r. this is my first real action/adventure story (still has romance in, obviously! But this time there's actually going to be some fighting! Lol.) PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!

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