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Chapter 2-Black Magic Woman

I get back to the Gryffindor Common Room and Hermione practically jumps me.

"Harry! Your back?" And you smell."

I blush and back away from her, tossing the parchments in her direction, not bothering to notice if she actually catches them.

"I was beginning to worry. I expected you back sooner. Harry are you ok? You don't look well. He didn't torture you or anything?"

I turn pale and clench my fist, remembering the flash I just received.

"The interview was cut short. He was summoned."

Hermione flings her arms around me, "Oh Harry, did you feel it in your scar? Did you see anything? I wonder if he-who-must –not- be- named was angry about the interview. Oh Harry, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry."

I back away from her again. She really gets on my nerves sometimes. Of course this is all her fault.

I finally answer her, "Of course I felt it. It was not that bad this time. He was laughing. Snape and ten others were knelt down in front of him. He was touching Snape's head and laughing maniacally."

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry."

Just then Ron saunters in popping Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into his mouth.

"What's up mate?" he says as he plops down next to me on the couch, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I look at him non-chalantly- "Interviewed Snape, got scar pain, Snape ran off. That's about it."

"What? Why would anyone want to interview that asshole?"

Just then Hermione bops Ron upside his head, "Ronald Weasley! Language! Professor Snape is a world- renowned highly successful potion's master. Anyone in their right mind would want to interview him."

"Well I'm glad I'm not in my right mind", he says as he turns to smell me. I can't believe my best mate is smelling me.

"Er Harry, you smell amazing, and you look like you've just been fucked."

I blanch and stand up. "What? That's ridiculous I'm just tired from the scar pain", I say pointing to my scar.

Hermione looks straight into my soul, "Harry you didn't?"

"Honestly, you two need to leave me alone. If you so interested in fucking, Why don't you two just go fuck each other", I yell before I storm off to take shower.

I come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. Ron is sitting on my four poster, legs dangling over the edge.

"Wow, Harry you look much better." he says as he slaps me on the arse.

"Ron are you ever going to grow up? Aren't you going to get ready for practice?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry Captain."

He gets up and walks to his own trunk leering a little too long for comfort as he walks by. I get dressed and I'm, in full quidditch mode out on the pitch shortly after.

"Harry!"

Ginny materializes out of the girl's locker room. She throws her buxom bosoms practically in my face as she hugs me hard, taking me by surprise.

"Harry, hi, it's so good to see you."

Ginny is Ron's sister. I think she has always had a crush on me.

"Hello, Ginny, How are you? You going for chaser this year?"

"Yeah, since the seeker position is occupied by the best seeker Hogwarts has had in years."

"Ginny, really, you are amazing too."

Instantly I regret how that sounded. She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.

"You are amazing too Harry Potter! You are looking well Harry, very well."

She let's go of me and stares at me like a tiger after its prey. Then she drapes a possessive arm through mine. I shuffle from foot to foot embarrassed. I love Ginny. She is family to me. But sometimes she is so clingy. It makes me uncomfortable.

"So how come you didn't come home to the burrow this summer?"

I like how she puts the emphasis on home. The burrow has always felt like home to me. And the Weaslys are the family I wish I had.

"Anyways, want to drink some butterbeer in the common room after practice."

She is always trying to get me alone. She makes up any excuse to be near me. I can only turn her down so many times. But she never gives up.

Even if I were on her team, it would not be a good idea. I would never date my best friend's sister. It would be practically incest.

"Maybe some other time Ginny. Hermione will have my hide if I don't revise tonight. Newts are next week."

"Harry, when are you going to stop saying no to me?" she smiles as I blow my whistle and get tryouts started.

I stride to the middle of the pitch in full concentration.

"Everyone will be trying out this year. Just because you were on the team last year, does not guarantee you a spot this year. We need to win the house cup this year. If we can find some new talent, I'm all for it."

I look out and see Angelina Johnson and Dean Thomas roll their eyes and snicker to each other.

"I demand respect out on this pitch. Treat me well and I will treat you well."

I look out again and Ginny and Ron are shocked at my forcefulness. But I continue on.

"Right so, Keepers follow Ron and let's see you run thru some blocking maneuvers."

Ron and the others race off to strut their stuff in front of the hoops.

"Angelina, take the chasers and follow the keepers. Practice scoring and take several quaffles with you and start a pickup game."

I fly up to monitor the new players. I really don't want to replace the older players. But I got to keep them on their toes. I never want them to feel complacent.

I look down and see the beaters laughing and goofing off. They think I forgot about them and they can just laze about all practice.

"Beaters, stop twiddling your dicks and practice beating bludgers at each other."

They look at each other shocked and start to get on their brooms.

"On the ground. You are grounded for now. You have to earn the opportunity to fly on my pitch."

I soar up high and watch the rest of the players. Quaffles are flying everywhere. Everyonce in awhile one actually gets in a hoop. The keepers are horrible. God bless Ron, at least he's trying his best. He just seems so intimidated by the others. Ron would make a great keeper if he just had the bravado to do it.

"Demelza, stop blagging. Let go of Alicia's broom. We will not fight dirty. We will win fair and square."

I look around at the keepers and see Cormac McLaggen throwing his body through the hoop, kicking the quaffle that Ginny threw out of the hoop.

"Cormac get out of that hole. We are not playing Hoola Hoop. We're playing quidditch people and flacking is illegal."

It's like they're trying out for the Slytherin team. Honestly, I am so frustrated with this lot.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the snitch. Why is there a snitch out? We already have a seeker. Obviously, I'm not going to replace myself. I follow the snitch and I'm centimeters from grasping it in my finger tips when Ginny swoops in and easily catches it with two hands. Two hands? She's flying without even holding the broom.

I immediately blow my whistle, red faced, I shout, "Ginny Weasley, I can't believe you just snitchnipped me! I'm the damned captain. I'm the seeker. You are nothing. You're out. Get off of my pitch."

Everyone immediately stops what they're doing and looks at me. I can't believe I just blew up like that. I count to ten and calm myself down. Ginny looks like she's crying and flies to the ground.

"Just continue practice, please", I say running my hand through my sweaty unruly mop. I fly down to run after her, when suddenly Snape glides out of the locker room onto the quidditch pitch- my quidditch pitch.