Disclaimer: Don't own any characters from Harry Potter, only the ones that I make up in my own fantasy land :D

Note: Harry has a brother about a year older born called Richard Marvin in the same month hence the prophecy could be about both of them. Don't hate me if this is not your taste cause if it is not then stop reading after the note or when ever. This kinda follows what JK wrote.

Chapter three: Quidditch

The second week of school for all first years was the most exciting. This was the week they were allowed to learn how to fly a broom properly. But for all purebloods it was more of a 'I'M ALLOWED TO RIDE AT SCHOOL'.

The flying lessons were planned and a new timetable was given to each student. When Harry, Neville and Hermione received theirs they noticed there flying lesson was on a Wednesday afternoon, after Herbology with the Hufflepuff's.

As Harry, Neville and Hermione made their way down on Wednesday Harry noticed Hermione shaking. "Hermione what is the matter you, why are shaking so much." Harry gave her a questioning look.

"I can't stand the idea of flying on a broom, with all that free space just hanging there underneath me. I like to have the ground under my feet thanks, who the hell thought flying on a broom was a good idea anyway?"

"What about those things that Muggles fly on, you know flanes?" Neville asked Hermione.

"Planes, Neville, Planes, but there is a difference, my feet still have something solid beneath them so I'm not so bothered. Plus I don't fly the plane myself."

"Hermione relax, it will be fine, you'll still be staying close to the ground for the next few lessons. When I learnt Sirius kept me only about a metre off the ground so if I fell it wouldn't really hurt. How about you?" Harry directed this last bit towards Neville, who was starting to look as if he was about to die of fear.

"My Gran never taught me how, said what's wrong with your own two feet to carry you places. Plus I think she simply doesn't like them to begin with." Neville looked across to where Madam Hooch stood the brooms already neatly arrayed beside her. "You know, I think I agree with my Gran and Hermione."

"Well I love flying, always will. I love how you feel so free up there in the sky, its… fantastic." a look of utter bliss fluttered across Harry's face when he reached the end of his sentence. It was at that moment that both Hermione and Neville realized that their friend was trying to escape from something. By the time they finished talking they were nearing Madam Hooch, Harry all but sprinted the rest of the way at this point, wanting to be able to experience that wonderful feeling of freedom yet again, Neville and Hermione – after exchanging a hesitant look, chased after him.

Once everybody had arrived for the lesson, and the general chatter of excited voices had died down a bit, Madam Hooch started out by firmly laying down the for them all to learn how to fly. "Now I don't want any trouble so you will and I repeat WILL follow what I say, stick out your right arm over the broom and say up. Be sure to say it with confidence and command it. DO NOT JUST SAY IT you have to command it."

Having finished giving out her instructions she stepped back to watch as the first years put their hands out over their brooms and shout 'UP'. Every year this was the most entertaining thing to watch, as some of the first years, their voices quavering with fear, couldn't get their broom to do more then roll over on the grass, were as others so overexcited by the prospect of flying would have the broom violently jump up and hit them in the face. There was of course a limited few who would be able to do it perfectly the first time, but this was rare. As such Madam Hooch was quite surprised when she spotted a small, skinny boy with bright green eyes standing there smiling contently with the broom held firmly in his hand. She knew instantly that this boy was a natural.

Finally after all the students had managed to get their broom off the ground and into their hands by saying up (or in some cases, when they thought nobody was watching just grabbing it off the ground) Madam Hooch thought it was safe to teach the first years how to hover.

"Now I want you to step over your brooms so you have one leg on either side. On my whistle I want you to kick off from the ground HARD. Keep the brooms steady rise a few feet then land again by leaning forwards slightly. Now on my whistle three – two – o..." Madam hooch was about to say one when Neville, the poor boy, got a little too nervous and kicked off too early.

"Get back down here now LONGBOTTOM," Madam Hooch watched as Neville continued to rocket upwards on his broom.

"I don't know how," he wailed back down to her.

"Stay calm, you will be fine. I want you to lean forwards slightly and land on the ground Neville." Madam Hooch called up, she was now sounding extremely worried.

Neville, visibly glistening with sweat from his nerves, slipped forwards on his broom. Shooting passed all the students and Madam Hooch, Neville clung to the broom with all his might, to terrified to scream. Completely out of control he collided with the side of the castle with a sickening crunch. Falling a good 30 feet off his broom to the ground, they were surprised to see him sit up- albeit clutching his arm and crying- but otherwise unscathed.

"Everybody move, get out of the way, out of the way." Madam Hooch ran over to Neville and closely examined his arm. "Hmm, well Mister Longbottom it looks as though you've only broken your wrist", she said to Neville who looked at her through tear soaked eyes, "you'll be fine dear, we just need to take you up to the infirmary", with that Madam Hooch helped Neville up and started walking him towards the castle. Quickly turning back to the first years and said "Don't even think about flying while I'm not around let alone mounting your brooms. Because if you do I'll have you expelled before you can say Quidditch." Walking briskly away Madam Hooch left the first years alone.

After a minute or so some Slytherin second years passed where the fist years where having their flying lesson. Laughing at how they had been abandoned by their teacher, they slowed to mock them when one of them noticed something glinting in the grass. "Hey look, is this a remembrall? And it's a well made one too." At that comment Harry lifted his head, it was Neville's remembrall.

"Can I have that please, it's a friends and I would like to return it to him," Harry asked the second years politely.

"Ahh, yes I remember now. That clumsy idiot squibb boy got it a few days ago didn't he, Longbottom wasn't it? I doubt he would even notice it would be gone, what with his memory." Everyone seemed to know of Neville's horrible memory for things. While the Slytherin's continued their taunting Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's gathered around behind Harry.

"At least he's better than you guys- Now please can I have the remembrall back and return it to him." Smirking, one of the second years grabbed a broom from a Hufflepuff first year, and taking off with the remembrall.

"You'll have to come and fetch it if you want it back reject."

"No Harry you heard Madam Hooch, wait till she comes back," Hermione begged Harry to stay on the ground as she saw him mount the broom.

"No Hermione its Neville's his Grandmother gave it to him we can't just let them take it," and with that he took off after the Slytherin.

"Give it back please."

"No thanks, I think I'll make you get it yourself since you're such a good friend, though do try to get it before it breaks," and with that the boy threw the remembrall towards the castle in hope it would break.

Harry used all his might to chase after the remembrall in hope he could catch it before smashing into the side of the castle. As he got within arm's length of the remembrall he stretched out his hand to grab it. Succeeding in closing his hand around the remembrall Harry pulled up and looped to face away from the wall just before colliding with it. Admiring that he had saved the ball he flew back over to the other first years, while the two Slytherin's scowled at Harry for having beginners luck. In the tower that Harry just missed to catch the remembrall stood Professor McGonagall. Un-known to them she had witness the whole scene and seeing that Harry had landed she ran from her room.

"Harry Potter," McGonagall said with a stern voice, "Come with me please."

The Slytherin's snickered in the background as they believed they got the boy in a lot of trouble. While the first years were trying to tell Professor McGonagall that it wasn't Harry's fault that he had to fly.

"QUIET. Now Harry you follow me and for the rest of you wait here and stay out of trouble." Striding away Harry followed with his head bowed. It seemed an eternity that she led him through corridors, up stairs, down stairs until they finally arrived at a class room.

"Wait here Potter," and Professor McGonagall knocked and opened the door to the class room. Harry listened threw the gap of the door as to what Professor McGonagall wanted. "Ah Professor Synister can I borrow Pines please." Harry wondered if Pines was the name of a cane or maybe the beating stick. Oh how wrong he was when McGonagall came out with an older boy.

"Henry, I think I've found you a seeker for your team. I know I may be helping a rivalling team but by god you need a good seeker. Harry, meet Henry Pines[1] a sixth year and Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team."

"Henry, meet Harry Potter a first year. Do try him out for the team." Harry had a look of absolute shock on his face while Henry was beyond ecstatic.

"Well then get back to your class Pines. Potter I'll take you back to your flying lesson you were having with Madam Hooch. No doubt she will have your head if you returned alone."

Taking Harry back, Madam Hooch was informed as to what had happened and they continued with their flying lesson. After Madam Hooch's lesson, both Harry and Hermione went to go visit Neville in the hospital wing. As they walked up to it Hermione interrogated Harry as to what Professor McGonagall had wanted.

"Harry did you get into trouble because of what you did? I mean it would be completely unfair if you did, but she seemed very cross when she came down to the field."

"No no, thankfully." Harry was still quite shocked by the way things had turned out for him, "She wanted me to meet the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain to play seeker on the team. She must think I'm almost as good as my brother for her to have bothered."

"Or better you mean. Harry it's hard for anyone to play the seeker and even harder to pull of some tricks they do, but you did a perfect manoeuvre on an old Cleensweeper school broom." Hermione looked at him with admiration.

"I'm sure many people can do that."

"Yes Harry many people can, professionals and people who have been riding a broom for their entire life. You are very, VERY good on a broom." Harry was about to say that he really wasn't that good and that there were bound to be people better than him, but Hermione opened the infirmary's doors and with a small squeak ran to Neville's side before the words could get out of his throat.

"Oh Neville how are you? Are you ok? How's the arm? Was it really the whole arm or just the wrist?" Hermione started fretting over the boy with his arm in a sling.

"Hermione you might want to give him some room to breathe or Neville won't be able to tell you what really was wrong with him."

"It is ok Harry she's just likes to worry, we all know that. But it was just the wrist, managed to splinter it or so that's what Madam Pomfrey said, she was able to mend it in about a second." Neville looked at his friends with a scrunched up face, "Though the medicine tasted something awful." Hermione looked relieved and Harry laughed at this last statement.

Unbeknownst to them, standing at the front doors to the infirmary stood none other than Draco Malfoy. When he heard that Ravenclaw had fallen and broken their arm and Harry had protected them he wanted to know which Ravenclaw it was. His fellow Slytherin's were not much help with describing who was hurt all they had said was that it was a fat boy. Looking in he saw it was the clumsy one, who had broken his arm by the look of it. His small round face was still tear streaked and his brown hair had a few small twigs and a fair amount of grass tangled in it still, he was slightly short for his age group, though not as short as Harry, but far more chubby. The Muggleborn who was still mothering the fat one had wild curly ginger hair, plain brown eyes and quite large front teeth. Her appearance perfectly fitted that of a bookworms', especially when she was still holding on to her overstuffed book-bag. Draco's eyes then flicked onto the Potter boy. No one had figured out yet as to what his true relation to Richard was. They looked very similar to each other with wild, brown hair that seemed to stick at odd ends no matter what you did to it. It was really just the eyes that differed. Were Richard had deep, if somewhat dull brown eyes, Harry's eyes were a beautiful shade of emerald green. Feeling that he had probably stayed staring for too long Draco left before anybody noticed him.

While Harry and Hermione were talking to Neville, Richard and his friends paid the boy a visit too. They heard a few of the second year Slytherin's talking about how they probably got the Potter boy expelled while laughing at how the clumsy Longbottom boy had crashed into the castle. Asking what actually happened, Richard looked down at his brother, Harry let out a sigh, so far he had only told Hermione what had happened. Looking around him at the interested and concerned faces he started. "Ok, but you have to promise to keep this secret", after which he proceeded to tell them all what had transpired with Professor McGonagall.

~O_O~

A week had passed before Quidditch tryouts started. This was a big event in the Hogwarts calendar, people from all houses would attend each Quidditch team's tryout to see the players which players they would later be fielding (also there were always bound to be a few laughs as not everybody trying out was actually good at flying). Henry however thought it would be more profitable if he tried out Harry as seeker in secret. So on the eve of the start of tryouts Henry asked Harry to come down to the Quidditch pitch for his tryout. When Harry arrived on the pitch just as night started falling he found Henry already waiting for him there, a chest sitting on the ground by his feet.

"Now Harry I'm hoping you know what each ball does in Quidditch." Henry looked towards Harry and saw him give a small nod. "Right then you should know," Henry opened a small hole in the lid of the chest and reviled a small golden ball, "this, Harry, is your goal, nothing else matters to you except this one ball. Now in a second I'm going to release it and I want you to try to catch it if you can, ok?" Harry gave another short nod to show that he understood, so Henry passed him a broom and then realised the snitch.

Henry stepped back to watch as Harry's eyes followed the quick movements of the snitch with ease, first darting one way then the next. Henry smiled to himself, his suspicions had been confirmed by this, if Harry could follow the lightening movements of the snitch as easily as it appeared he would be an excellent seeker with a bit of practice. "Well go on then Harry, go after it." Henry watched as harry mounted his broomstick and within minutes had caught the snitch. He released the snitch again, and after a short pause from Harry to give the snitch a bit of a head-start, watched again as he quickly chased it down. Even on an ancient school broom, Harry was amazing.

~O_O~

Quidditch tryout week was a hectic one; everyone who wished to tryout was competing with their friends and house mates. Hogwarts was in complete chaos as everybody rushed around, trying to cram in their lessons into being able to watch or in some cases participate in the tryouts. Suddenly it seemed as though everybody had become Quidditch fanatics. There were still a few who couldn't understand what all the fuss was about, of course though it was Hermione who suffered from calling it 'just a game'. It was a conversation that took place at breakfast on Tuesday morning.

"I don't understand how people can be so competitive for Quidditch, not only is it dangerous it takes up time for studying and exam preparations." Hermione of course was one of the very few people who would think studying was far more important than anything else.

"It is something a lot of people like and a lot of people wish to become Quidditch professionals. It is a very popular sport regardless of the risks and consequences. Plus when you are a professional the probability that you would die is very low." Penelope stated.

"But it is just a game, there isn't anything that special about it." With that comment the whole Great Hall hushed. Up at the head table, the teachers hid a smile to themselves, every year they would hear one poor soul who was silly enough to say it Quidditch was 'just a game' and the student bodies reaction was always the same.

"Ah, your Hermione right? Well Quidditch isn't 'just a game' it is far more than that, it's a fantastic struggle between two opposing teams, a challenge by which the winner is decide not only by brute strength, but also by their skill and cunning." Ron, one of Richards close friends, had decided to take Hermione outside the great hall and explain why Quidditch should never be called 'just a game'.

~O_O~

By the end of the week in each house common room the handpicked Quidditch team members were posted. They were also placed on certain place around the whole school for people to seem who was on each houses team. Strangely though, this year Ravenclaw didn't post their choice for seeker claiming that they couldn't find someone to fill the place yet. This had been discussed by Henry with Professor Flitwick, Ravenclaw head of house and Professor Dumbledore. He wanted to have their secret weapon Harry to be kept a secret until their first Quidditch game.

Richard, Harry's brother, made Gryffindor seeker though, he was one of the few who were allowed to also know Harry was the Ravenclaw seeker. Richard sent a letter to Sirius, Remus and Tonks about the development as per-request from Sirius. Richard though left the letter to tell his parents to Dumbledore as he was the one who sent the letters of congratulation in stating that their children made their house Quidditch team.

~O_O~

In the fourth week of school each team's first Quidditch practise was to be held. Richard received a letter from his parents and a gift. Harry and his friends from Ravenclaw came over to see what it was. Richard read out the letter just amongst their large group of friends all who know Richard and Harry were brothers and seekers.

"Dear Richard

It is wonderful to know you have made the Quidditch team, you were very excited that you could tryout from them this year. How are you doing by the way? I know it has been a while since we have written to you to give you luck at school. Your father and I are excited and happy that you have made the team and can't wait to be there for your first game. Dumbledore of course have sent us the date of the first Quidditch game where you will be up against Hufflepuff. We also decided to get your a gift for making the team we do hope you like it, don't forget to write to us.

Love Lilly and James Potter."

Richard looked up at his gift and un-wrapped it. Everyone was so excited as it was a new broom stick, a Nimbus 2000. But Richard cared not for the broom he looked towards Harry, his parents didn't even mention him or even ask if he was ok. Didn't congratulate him for getting seeker, didn't even say anything about being in Ravenclaw. Richard knew at first glance at his brother that his parents rejection hurt him, deeply.

Dumbledore himself came down to congratulate Richard, but did not count on the boy reactions. "You didn't tell my parents Harry made the team. You promised you would tell them. Why didn't you tell them anything?"

"My dear boy it was supposed to be kept quite you of all people knows that. What would it do if they sent a howler to send congratulations then it would no longer be a secret."

"If you told them that it was suppose to be a secret they wouldn't send a howler, or something that bad, they would respect that, shouldn't you know that." Richard was mad at Dumbledore, he was mad that Dumbledore too seemed to ignore Harry.

"What's done is done boy, you can't change what has happened. I will just invite them for the other game which your brother will be in." With that he walked away, Richard was about to yell at him when Hermione said something to Neville.

"Hey Neville where is Harry, her was here just a minute ago." At this Richard looked around, and true to Hermione's words there was not Harry, no Harry at all. Richard ran out the great hall in search of his brother. He knew what his brother was like and knew he needed to find Harry fast. While running around Richard ran into Professor Snape, giving his apology and saying that he needed to find Harry Richard ran away again.

Unseen by many other's including his own house Draco saw Harry Potter leave the great hall, he saw how hurt he appeared, something in Draco moved, above all he was curious, but there was something else. He needed to know, quietly leaving the Slytherin table he went to follow harry out of the Hall.

[1] Random name I've given for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain because they don't tell you one until Roger Davis .

I must say Gusty you are are going to hate me after reading this one for editing hehe I've written quite a lot :D

You've given me a headache – this one's gonna take DAYS to wear off to .

p.s. Gusty survived as this story has been posted :D it is nice to know that he still lives in certain ways .