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Chapter 2

The quidditch pitch had been transformed overnight thanks to a bit of magic, and some artful grounds work from Hagrid. Oliver stood perched on top of the highest goal post on the far end of the pitch; his broom was draped across his shoulders while he watched the hopefuls file in from the dressing rooms. He couldn't stop thinking of how well he had slept that night. It was the first night he hadn't had nightmares, since the final battle. Everything had changed for him that night; he hadn't expected to survive, especially not after the cutting curse Bellatrix hit him with. His hand subconsciously rubbed at the scars that littered his face. The healers had done all they could to fade them, but like many that fought in the war he would carry the reminder for the rest of his life.

He didn't know who had saved him after that, but he knew that someone had physically tackled Bellatrix off of him. She had been standing on his chest, her heels pressing into his stomach, slowly piercing his skin. He knew even though it was the middle of the war she would make his death as painful as possible. He was shocked when he saw a blur fly at Bellatrix, grabbing her around the middle and tumbling to the ground with her, they let out a few grunts and screams before he lost consciousness. He had asked everyone he could think of if they knew who had saved him, but no one had been able to give him any answers.

He was lost in his thoughts of that night when he was suddenly plunging towards the ground in a swan dive. Quickly snatching his broom from his shoulders, he pulled himself out of the dive before reaching the lowest goal post. He twisted his broom around to find the grinning faces of George Weasley and Angelina Johnson floating menacingly behind the goal post he had recently been occupying. "Wow Wood, here I was thinking you had eyes in the back of your head." Angelina's laugh reverberated through the pitch as Wood beckoned them to follow him towards the recruits.

Landing soundly before the students with Angelina and George behind him Oliver stepped forward to look at the group he had for tryouts. Harry and Ron were there of course, along with Draco and Pansy, both of whom had ended up turning against their families and protecting Hogwarts. Oliver glanced over the crowd noticing a few younger years looking around with awe at the war heroes that surrounded them. After scanning again he realized that Ginny was missing, he hadn't actually meant for her to skip tryouts. Maybe he could postpone things for a while until he could track her down, or give her an alternative try-out.

He was torn out of his musing when a flash of red sped around the stands, weaving in and out of the posts at a reckless speed, before landing at the head of the group. She wore a long red fitted tank top over a pair of tight black leggings that ended in a pair of deep red Quidditch boots. Her hair was tamed into a sleek pony tail that bobbed with the slightest movement of her head. "You're late Ms. Weasley."

Ginny didn't even flinch as she took two steps forward and cast a quick wordless wandless tempus into the area between them showing the time just changing to 7am. "I thought it would be smart to warm up prior to try-outs." With a flick of her wrist the tempus disappeared, though Ginny stood her ground staring Oliver down. "What will you have us do first, Sir?" The words were spoken quickly and she nearly spat out the word 'Sir' as though it was poison.

She had awoken at 5 and sat up straight in bed with Jazz clutched to her chest. Her nightmare of Lucius Malfoy had taken a surprising twist as Wood had burst in just in time to save the day. She found it slightly humorous that both he and Lucius had been wearing nothing but muggle Speedos while dueling, but she wasn't complaining. It was certainly much better than how it had actually ended. Now she just had to ask herself if he really was that delicious unclothed, she had this nagging suspicion that he was even better than her imagination. Jazz gently pawed her face from his position to get her attention as he tried to wiggle free from her grasp. He bumped his head against her arm gently before jumping off the bed and bounding down the stairs towards the common room. She could do nothing more than shake her head at the silly feline's antics and start getting ready for her morning.

Her shower was quick and cold to jolt her muscles awake. Normally she indulged in long hot showers, but today was different. She had to stay focused today, not let Oliver think of her as Fred and George's little sister. She knew that Oliver didn't remember much from the final battle, but she remembered all of it. She had saved countless lives that day, and ended countless more; yet every adult she passed tried to send her to safety. She lost count of how many had pressed their emergency portkey's into her hand in an attempt to get her away from the battle. The refusal to go was normally met with worried glances, but most were then shocked to see her leap over corpses to get to more people who may need her help.

Her mother had almost died at the hands of Alicia Spinnet, thinking her a friend instead of a foe. Most adults didn't think the Gryffindor children capable of the malicious tasks that were set among the Slytherins. Unfortunately for many, a small group of Gryffindor alums had been convinced by Voldemort that they should fight for his side. That was the first time Ginny had cast the killing curse that day, but it wasn't the last. Her mother had embraced her after that, telling her simply to be safe and trust no one. She fought hard that day, and had the scars to show for it, though walking through the school no one would know she had even been touched. A majority of it was hidden underneath her robes; the rest was fixed up with a long lasting glamour she put in place every morning. Few had actually seen what the war had done to her; even her brothers were oblivious to what she had gone through. Only her mother. Hermione, Madam Pomfrey and a portion of Mediwitches from St. Mungo's had ever seen her wounds and the scars both internal and external that she bore from them.

George watched with pride as his little sister stared down his best friend, challenging him to give her his worst. He knew she was an amazing flyer, and would make a great seeker. She had always played a chaser, but she had the speed and agility needed to find the little golden ball. Wood got a mischievous smirk as he eyed up Ginny, this was going to be fun. "20 Wind sprints, goal post to goal post, broom to the sky. Go!" Ginny smirked as she took off at a flat run towards the nearest post, slapped it with her hand then started back the other way, her broom held firmly over her head. Oliver watched as Ginny raced past him again. His eyes were glued to her chest as it bounced with each step, until his mind forced him back to the task at hand, causing him to realize the others hadn't moved. "Are you deaf? RUN!" His booming voice snapped all the other recruits out of their stupors as they too ran as fast as they could to the goal post.

Oliver jumped on his broom and floated up to where George and Angelina were waiting. "Why are they running?" Oliver broke into a grin as he turned toward Angelina to answer.

"So I can see how well they perform after they're truly exhausted. They'll take a bit of a physical beating so I can see how their endurance holds up. Plus, it will be easier to tell them that there are no longer house teams, when they're too tired to argue with me." Angelina and George were both nodding along with him. They all knew how hard it would be for some of them to come together and work as a team with those they once thought of as enemies, but house division needed to end. The war had taken a lot out of them, and they should be able to lean on everyone, not just their housemates.

The three started to yell to those that let their brooms fall to their shoulders, and encourage those that fell behind to run faster. It wasn't surprising to them when the 6th and 7th years finished first; their war toned bodies could handle more pressure than the younger students. Oliver was waiting for them however as he gave them 30 seconds to breathe before giving them their next leg. "Run up the stands, once up stairs mount and meet George at the farthest goal post! GO!" as he sent the last bunch off he rose up toward the sky to watch the technical portion of the try-outs. He watched as they spun and dove, flying high into the clouds before plummeting towards the ground. He was shocked at the abandon some of the older students flew with, almost as though they didn't care if their brooms and bones turned to splinters on the hard ground.

It was 4 hours later when they finally they called it. Each student had been forced to demonstrate each position to the best of their abilities before being released. Eventually the younger years were dismissed, leaving only the 7th years left gathered haphazardly on the soft grass of the pitch.

Ginny's tank top clung annoyingly to her torso as she caught her breath, the grass sticking to her sweaty back. She hadn't worked out this hard in almost a year. She stretched her arms over her head and toes towards the ground tightening every muscle in her body before releasing all the tension. She liked to feel her muscles turn to mush after a long flight; it helped to clear her mind of all the clutter.

"Ginny I think we need to talk." Harry's voice cut through her peaceful musing as his shadow covered her face.

"What's there to talk about Harry?"Ginny stood up and started stretching out her arms.

Ginny looked around the pitch, trying to ignore the pleading green eyes that were boring into her. "What you saw Ginny…"

"What Harry? Are you going to give a long explanation about how you were confused? How what, you tripped and landed on Percy's lips?" Her whisper was harsher than she had meant it. "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you're worried about." Ginny finally looked at Harry in the eyes, and saw sadness there.

"Ginny I…"

"Gather up guys!" Harry was once again cut off as Wood's booming voice.

"Look we'll talk later Harry ok?" With one last look at him Ginny turned towards Wood.

Wood stood alone, while Angelina and George put the last of the supplies away. He looked at the six 7th years that stood to face him. He was shocked that they were the only ones left. Though he knew Hogwarts took a rather big toll in the war. He looked at every one of them in the face. Harry looked nervous, and kept shooting worrying glances towards Ginny, who was steadily ignoring his existence. It seemed that Ron was much more interested in staring at Pansy, or more correctly staring at the cleavage that her sports bra provided. Pansy simply winked at him before silently hexing his freckles bright green. The color clashed horribly with his hair, and it took most of Oliver's strength not to laugh out loud. Draco hadn't seen the exchange though, so as he turned and scanned the faces of the other hopefuls he let out a slight grunt of laughter before quickly schooling his face back to his cold stone mask. "Now I know how much quidditch means to all of you, and I'm in charge of selecting the team captains." This sparked the attention of everyone, especially Heidi Macavoy the lone Hufflepuff standing in the back of the group.

"But there are no 7th year Ravenclaws who play quidditch. Who's going to be their captain?" Ginny looked around and confirmed Ron's observation.

"It doesn't matter, seeing as there are no house teams this year." Wood looked out at the awestruck faces, and continued before they could argue. "I know it's a shock, but Dumbledore and I decided that a change of pace would be good for everyone. Now, I'll be deciding who is on what team, and we'll be…"

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Ron's face was a new shade of red, one that even Ginny had never seen. This of course brought attention to the little modification that Pansy had made to his appearance. "I refuse to be on a team with…"

"With who Ronald? With the guy who saved your life? Or with the girl who ran into a burning room in order to save over a dozen first years?" Oliver was shocked as Ginny marched over to her brother. "We need to set an example for the younger years. If we don't then what have we learned from this war other than you can't truly trust anyone." She turned away from him, and Oliver could see a slight sadness in her eyes, before a bit of mirth appeared in them. "Oh, and you should fix your face, the green makes you look ill." Ron's facial expression changed from angry to confused as he reached a hand up to touch his face.

"Ron if you can't work as a team with all of your fellow students then you can leave right now." Woods voice was calm, but spoken with a sense of authority. Ginny had never seen Oliver look so demanding before, his chest out, shoulders straight, and staring at Ron. Her knees went a little wobbly at the thought of him looking at her like that, but within a whole different setting.

Ron's eyes hardened at the thought of not playing quidditch again. "Ginny's right, you all need to work together to bring this school back to its former glory. A lot has changed, and the younger students will look to you to know what to do. Like it or not you are all war heroes and that is how they see you. You are who they will be reading about in their history books. If that's all I just wanted to let you know that teams and captains will be posted outside the equipment stores by dinner tonight. Now if any of you have issues with the list I suggest coming to me first. I realize this is going to be new, and possibly quite difficult to get used to, but I believe that after all you've been through you're strong enough for this." With that Oliver mounted his broom and flew off towards the tower. He had a plan, but Dumbledore would have to give his approval.

Ginny entered the locker rooms with Pansy and Heidi, to shower and change out of their sweaty clothing. Making sure she was hidden behind her locker door she cast a glamour to hide the rest of her scars. She knew she couldn't hold the body glamour long, but she had yet to show everyone what she actually looked like. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her scars, but still today she didn't think anyone would understand. So as she peeled off her top she checked to make sure her glamour was accurate one last time before stepping out from behind her door and unlacing her boots.

"Hey Ginny, could I ask you something?" Ginny's head snapped up. She couldn't recall a time Pansy had ever called her by her first name.

"Sure… What do you need Pansy?" Ginny tried to keep the surprise out of her voice.

"During the battle, did you…?

"Pansy, if you're about to ask me if I killed or saved anyone then stop. I'm not going to tell you." Pansy's face dropped a bit but before she could respond Ginny threw her boots in the corner and pulled off her leggings. "I know you probably don't realize this, but even Gryffindors have secrets." With that she headed for the showers, a towel wrapped loosely around her body.

When she had woken up in St. Mungo's to find everyone questioning her it all seemed so surreal. She had told them she didn't remember much, which allowed her to fade once again into the background. The golden trio was used to the publicity, so she let them deal with it. The world didn't need another teenage war hero.

Ginny stood under the hot spray of the shower trying to wash away her memories, but Pansy just wouldn't relent. "Look, I get that you want your privacy, but I need to have some answers!"

"Pansy you wouldn't want to hear it." Ginny's voice was quiet but harsh as she spoke. "I get that you feel you need answers, but I can't give you them. If you can't respect that, then at least be more Slytherin in finding your answers." With that Ginny turned towards the tile wall of the shower attempting to clear her mind. How could she tell someone, anyone that she had killed their parent, their lover, their sibling, their friend? She had killed out of necessity, not desire. She refused to gloat about ending someone's life, no matter how vicious they were.

She lathered her sweaty hair with a big dollop of shampoo, massaging out all the sweat and grime. Ginny closed her eyes as the hot water beat down on her head, running soapy bubbles down her back. When she finally opened her eyes again she found herself alone in the showers. It was odd; normally she took quick post practice showers, and was the first out of the lockers. Shrugging her shoulders she headed for her locker, twisting her towel up in her hair since no one was around. She was half way between the showers and the locker room when the door flew open. "Ginny I know you told me to… AHHH!"

Ginny was frozen in shock her arm slapped over her chest, and her hand over her crotch. "HARRY! What do you think you're DOING? Ginny shrieked as she flipped her head over, and ripped the towel from her hair throwing it around her body. Harry was standing stock still staring at her.

"Merlin! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just wanted… then you were… so I… and Oh Merlin I'm making a mess of this." Ginny couldn't help but give Harry a small smile.

"Well it is a bit of an awkward situation, I mean for Morgan's sake Harry, you're snogging PERCY! At least pick a brother I like." Ginny sighed a bit at the end, but her slight joke helped ease the tension a bit.

"We aren't… I mean it hasn't been… How can I say this correctly?" Harry took a deep breath as he slid down onto one of the benches. "He was here, and he just kissed me. I couldn't help it Ginny. I'm sorry if you were still waiting for me, but I just couldn't suppress this side of me anymore. I just don't like girls, and trust me, if I did I'm pretty sure that I'd have you on your back right now." Both of them chuckled a bit at that one.

Ginny wrapped her towel a bit more tightly around herself before sitting beside Harry on the opposite bench. She reached out and took his hand in hers as she leaned forward a bit, careful to keep the towel in its place. "Harry I love you, and I always will. I understand what it's like to have to hide something, it isn't easy."

"Ginny you aren't telling me what I think you're telling me are you?" Ginny looked up with a smirk on her face.

"Oh yeah Harry, I've been secretly in love with Hermione since 3rd year. I just can't get enough of her hot bookworm body, and oh how her skirt rides up just right when she crosses her legs… MMM gets me all wiggly and wet." Harry's face twisted into shock before he met Ginny's eyes. They both burst out laughing, clinging to each other's shoulders for support.

"That was amazing Gin." Their laughter subsided as Ginny stood to go to her locker. "So you really are okay with me being… you know?"

"Straight as a rainbow, gay as a pink glitter quill, yeah, I get it. Though I don't know how the world will take their War Hero, the-boy-who-lived-again as the-man-who-sucks-cock."

"Ginny! Where did this language come from?" Harry couldn't hold the small bursts of laughter that broke through as he spoke. Ginny simply shot him a grin before changing behind her locker door. She came out wearing a pair of black shorts and a red low neck t-shirt.

"Muggle movies, dad outfitted my room with a t.v. over the summer. You would be shocked at the things you can find on late night cable." Ginny waggled her eye brows at him then grabbed Harry by the sleeve and pulled him towards the door. "You do know that you can't barge in the girl's locker room whenever you want right, I mean it is a bit awkward. I'm just sayin'." Harry nodded as the left, heading back up towards the Great Hall for a late lunch.

They were half way to the main entrance when Jazz ran out from behind the bushes and jumped up into Ginny's arms assuming he would be caught. "Hey Jazz!" Ginny caught him just as he hit her, and cuddled him into her chest.

"Hm… who's you're lucky friend?" Harry raised an eyebrow at her as he scratched Jazz behind the ears.

"I don't really know, he tripped me yesterday, and decided to stay with me." She rubbed a hand over his up turned belly, and watched as he purred in contentment. "Come on lets go get some lunch. I'm starving after try-outs." Harry nodded in agreement as they continued on their way. Harry held the door for Jazz and Ginny as they entered the hall, sweeping into a cheesy low bow as she passed. "Harry." She groaned lightly smacking him playfully on the arm.

Oliver had fled back to his private rooms after try-outs, ready for a shower and some quiet contemplation after his conversation with Dumbledore about the final teams. He had known as soon as he spoke with the 7th years who would captain, and how the teams would be set up. He was trying to give Slytherin and Gryffindor and even number on each team so neither would attempt to over throw the other. Luckily he knew that the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs tended to stay back a bit from confrontation, so they could acclimate to just about any team dynamic.

He heaved a deep breath as he stepped out of his steamy shower, wrapping a towel around his hips. Every time he stepped out of the shower he surveyed the damage done to his body. His face was filled with scars, a type of spider webbing from the cutting curse, but they went far beyond just that. His chest and back were littered with small white scares, and his right hip had a dark blue crackling scar that would never heal. The scar was concentrated on his side, before dispersing out like lightning across his abs, thigh, back, ass and cock. They couldn't figure out what the curse was, but it didn't hurt anymore, it just gave him an odd blue scar that was etched about 3mm into his skin.

Oliver ran his hand once more over the etched lines of his blue scar before pulling on a pair of old comfy denims. He was relieved when Dumbledore hadn't instituted the strict guideline for professors upon him. Wearing teaching robes and formal dress at all times would've been uncomfortable as hell. He much preferred his soft and worn denims, and a button up to a heavily starched shirt and dress pants.

Buttoning up his deep blue shirt over his dark red t-shirt he looked himself over in the mirror. He didn't often look in the mirror after he dressed, but for some reason he cared about what he looked like more so then before. It was probably just because he knew students would be looking up to him. With a shrug of his shoulders he left for the Great Hall for some lunch before putting the final touches on the Quidditch roster.

Ginny could feel a pair of eyes on her as she bit into her sandwich. She looked around as she swallowed, spotting Oliver with his mouth a gape staring straight at her from the teachers entrance. He wasn't just staring at her though, his gaze kept drifting to Jazz, then back to her, then back to Jazz. Ginny looked down at Jazz and picked him up from his bowl of milk Winky had brought for him, cocking her head in Oliver's direction as she stroked him.

As Oliver seemed to realize that she had noticed him he made his way up to his seat at the teachers table attempting to avoid her now intrusive gaze. She kept her eyes on him for a while, until Jazz seemed to feel left out and began pawing at her face. She put an impatient Jazz back down to his milk, and finished her sandwich sparing Oliver only a few glances, though his eyes seemed glued to his plate in thought.

"Do you think he's trying to decide the teams? I mean he only gave himself until dinner tonight to figure them out." Harry whispered from beside her. "Though, I suppose there are less of us to choose from than there normally would be." Harry's voice was solemn next to her as he stared intently at the crust of his bread.

"Oh, he probably knew who was going to be on what teams before he even had tryouts. I'm sure if he's that focused it must be something really important to him." Harry nodded his agreement and stood.

"Well either way I think I'm going to get a head start on our Potions essay due next week, you up for it?" Ginny simply stood with him and nodded, grabbing her bag and smiling as Jazz trotted along next to them.

Oliver stared after Ginny and Harry knowing that Ginny was going to be the first one in his office when the teams list went up before dinner. Which was good after seeing her with that damn cat, she had some explaining to do. Though he knew he would have a long explanation ahead of him too, considering she wasn't on any of the teams.

A.N. Ok… so small changes nothing to big… and on to Chapter 3