Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix
Author's Note: I know that I have a movie title in this blasted chapter somewhere! The problem is that I can't seem to find it. Twenty points to
the house of your choice if you find it!
Chapter 4:
Captain Seeks Keeper
"And just when you think it's all over and done,
The nights get easier one by one."
Better Days, Faith Hill
Saturday, everyone's favorite day of the week. Unless you were watching in
horror as your sisters and their closest female friends run down to the lakeside with their school robes over their bathing suits, with a stack of
books, a pile of towels and a WWN connection.
"Never, in all my years at Hogwarts." Fred said. "This is insane. We should be voting on a new captain for the Quidditch team. We should be finding our new Keeper. We should be discussing who to invite to join The Order. Not standing here with our mouths hanging open as the girls lay out and get some-- oh Merlin."
"Really." Ron shook his head. "This is just-- I mean--"
"We know exactly what you mean, Ron. I think." Harry shook his head like his friend. "Have they gone nutters? People can see them!"
"Like those ruddy Ravenclaw seventh years! When I get my hands one them! Looking at our girls--" George looked ready to take on a rampaging manticore as he watched Faith and Ginny shake their robes off, flinging them onto a nearby rock with the others.
"Our girls?" Harry asked. "Ginny is your sister, Faith and Grace are far too complicated. Hermione is-- well Hermione is Hermione. The other three however..."
"Angelina is my girlfriend... sort of." Fred ran his hand through his hair.
"I say we go down there and drag them up here kicking and screaming--" Ron's face was almost redder than his hair.
"Something tells me that would not be a good idea Mr. Weasley." The four boys turned to find Professor McGonagall before them. "I have been looking for the three of you everywhere." She indicated Fred, George and Harry. "Have you given any thought to your new Captain?"
"Harry." The twins announced as the usual unit.
"What? Me? No. No. No. I can't be Captain!"
"Why not?" Ron asked. "You've been on the team since your first year and you'll be here the next two. You're the best man for the job."
"Shut it Ron!" Harry growled.
"I have to say, I do agree with Messers. Weasley." McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I believe you would be best for the job."
"But-- but-- Well, wh-what did the girls say?" Harry finally stuttered out.
"I have just spoken with them. They are in agreement. They believe you will do the best job."
"Wait, you saw them and didn't order them up here?" Ron choked out. "Isn't there a rule against--"
"Against going swimming? I believe not Mr. Weasley. It isn't recommended, but there is nothing I can do to stop them." Ron began to mumble about bloody women; luckily McGonagall didn't seem to hear him. "Now, if we're in agreement Mr. Potter, I believe you are the new Gryffindor Captain."
Harry moved his mouth silently. "He'll do it Professor, and if he doesn't, we'll beat him into acceptance!" Fred said cheerfully.
"Why do I not doubt that?" McGonagall stood up and cleared her throat. "I believe you will need to set up a field date, that way you can look for your new Keeper, Mr. Potter."
"Thu- thu- Thursday?" Harry asked, still shocked.
"I believe it is open on that day. You should make an announcement before the house." She said, and soon left.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
***
Since declared captain, Harry had reached a new level of insanity. He had made an informal announcement to the common room about try-outs not only
for Keeper, but also for a reserve team on Thursday afternoon. When he
mentioned this date to some of the girls they had rolled their eyes and Ginny had burst out laughing, reminding him that fifth years had astronomy Thursday night. Harry had used words he didn't recall having ever heard,
much less said.
He was running plays mentally, when he should have been listening to a lesson or doing his homework. Ron had cheerfully mentioned how it was a good thing that Dean had been made the fifth year Prefect along with Hermione and not Harry, for Harry would have surely lost his position already with the distraction he seemed to be suffering from. Hermione nagged him constantly about getting his mind off the pitch and into the classroom.
And if this wasn't enough, Divinitation had reached an all time low. It seemed his teacher was no longer merely satisfied with predicting his death, no, it was much worse now. She had managed to incorporate three girls and one other boy, judging by the description Ginny, Grace, Faith and an unknown boy or man, into the whole mess. Literally, his death was going to be a running river of blood if that old bat Terelwany had her way.
Ron was not happy that his little sister was suddenly involved in the mess that was Harry's bizarre life, even if it was only of the crazy woman's fantasy and was continually muttering something under his breath. Harry couldn't say he was too happy about the recent development either, especially since she wasn't specifically saying who any of the girls were, merely a vague description. They were studying palmistry and she managed to concoct a wild tail from the lines in his hand.
"Mr. Potter, four figures linger about you. One resembles a close male figure to you, her hair is as black as a lightless night and her eyes are a passionate gray, a fire blazing below the color. She is your stronghold, a mothering figure, something to lean upon.
"Another brings to mind toffee, or brown. Hair like old gold, bronzed skin, golden eyes. She is your sensitive side, the one who will always try to understand, and the one who will do nothing without your approval.
"The third is yet another girl, this one your passion. Her hair is red as the fire that burns within her for you, warm eyes like chocolate. She cannot be contained or controlled, but when let loose, she will come back with twice the love she left with.
"The man is a mystery, dark in every possible way, a struggle lies between the two of you and the winner has been set far in the past, but is unknown to us."
This had not been encouraging.
"Ruddy witch." Ron's eyes were narrowed into slits and Harry was still trying not to blush. "Insinuating... and I know who she was talking about! As if you and Ginny-- please I mean-- not possible." Ron looked at him almost pleadingly. "You're not, I mean, you won't, will you?"
Harry's mouth dropped open. "No, no, I don't think so Ron. For one thing, the furthest thing from my mind right now is a relationship. Secondly, Ginny and I don't really know one another. I mean--" Harry shook his head. "No."
Ron nodded and patted Harry's back. "That's what I thought. We've all got too much on our minds to even think about dating. Although..."
"It would be kind of nice to worry about what to get your girlfriend for your two week anniversary, to wonder if you were even supposed to give her anything for your two week anniversary."
"Life was a lot simpler before Hogwarts."
***
Thursday was hell, in every sense of the word. It was blazing outside; it had to have been over one hundred degrees. Then of course, there was the insanity that was trying out a new team, even if they were only reserves. First and foremost on his mind had been finding his Keeper. He had almost
died of satisfaction when he saw Faith come out onto the pitch. He had seen her flying with a few girls he had not recognized a few days ago and
she was spectacular. Then he realized that she didn't have her broom.
"Faith, you can't try out without a broom." She gave him a smile and laughed.
"I'm not trying out Harry. I'm here to help you organize things. You still have one more class today, so I guessed that I could at least help you make a list of all the people who come and what position they're trying out for and such." He didn't know whether to be disappointed or not. Faith was spectacular on a broom, she had a natural grace in the air that she didn't always have on the ground, but she didn't want to try out. But he didn't have time to be disappointed. A moment later a dozen kids came onto the pitch from one direction and from the other came five seventh years. Harry gulped.
"Uh... help!" Faith grinned.
"You can do this. You have natural leadership skills. Why do you think I have resorted to bossing Fred and George around instead of you? You wouldn't listen to me." Harry rubbed the back of his neck as the people moved to the bleachers. He saw Ron and Hermione among the crowd, but only Ron had a broom, and it wasn't Ron's broom.
"Ron, where did you get that?" Harry stared at the broom Ron had lain across his knee.
"Your darling God sister, Faith. She said I could use it for try-outs and for the season if I made the team. Isn't it beautiful?" Ron glowed.
"What is it?" Harry asked finally.
"An Amazon 800. There were only two hundred of them made! It's an American broom, has near the speed of a Firebolt and twice the stability. It isn't on the Quidditch favorites list, but American brooms are in a league of their own..." Hermione seemed to be bored with the line of conversation. She had one leg crossed over the other at the knee and was bouncing it up and down, her chin in her hand.
"Showing a little Gryffindor pride Hermione?" Harry smiled at her.
"Yes. That and I'm making sure Ginny actually tries out. Grace talked her into it, but she keeps trying to back out." Faith had come up to them with a clipboard and paper.
"All right. Name? Ron Weasley. Year? Fifth. Position? Keeper." She glanced up at Hermione and smiled. "Name? Hermione Granger. Year? Fifth. Position? Resident cheerleader." Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"I don't wear short skirts." Faith rolled her eyes and moved on, Harry following. Next was Grace.
"Name?" Faith laughed. "Pain in the ass." She grinned and shook her head at her little sister, moving to the red-head next to Grace, Ginny. "Name? Ginny Weasley. Year? Fourth. Position? What are you trying out for Ginny?" Faith looked up from her list.
"Chaser, but I'll take just about anything." Faith nodded, writing down the position and moving on to the next person, Harry stayed there.
"Hi." He smiled down at them. "I didn't even know you played Quidditch, Ginny." Ginny gave him a half-smile.
"There are lots of things you don't know about me Harry Potter." She flipped her ponytail off her shoulder and made a motion for him to move on. "Get going. You have try-outs to run."
Harry wondered why he had never noticed Ginny Weasley.
***
An hour later they had finished testing the Keepers and were moving onto Chasers. Katie, Angelina and Alicia had given all the could-be-Keepers a
run for their money and he saw a few good prospects. He was watching Ginny, a sixth year named Austin Green, and Dennis Creevey as they worked in formation. Unfortunately, he hadn't matched them up very well. Ginny was spectacular, but she worked differently than Austin and Dennis, causing many slip ups. You could tell that the problem was the teaming though, and
not the lack of experience.
"Green! Creevey! Down here! I want Hart and Sanchez up there with Ginny!" The play stopped and Dennis tossed the Quaffle to Ginny. Hart's first name was Bethany, a second year, and Sanchez was Miguel, a fellow fourth year of Ginny's from Spain. This match was much better and the three flew smoothly together, hardly even having to glance at one another. Harry had coerced Faith into playing Keeper while he tried out the Chasers, and was glad she wasn't trying out for that position. She wasn't very good at it. She would have made a better Chaser, not that she was going to listen to him though.
They went through the paces with the future Beaters, which Fred and George took very seriously. That is after Faith told them that they were the worst Beaters she had ever seen and they stepped it up to game-like playing, which made it much easier to tell who would get it and who wouldn't.
It was much harder for Harry to test out Seekers. It seems finding your own replacement is much harder than finding someone else's. It was dinnertime before they were through, and Harry dismissed them rather reluctantly. He had a good idea of whom he was going to be using, but this was still going to be a long night, and he had even forgot to count Astronomy.
***
Harry had just posted the new positions. The team had talked about who to
put where and who would be the new Keeper until Hermione and Ron had to actually drag him out of his chair so they wouldn't miss Astronomy. He'd
picked Ron for his new Keeper, informing them that he was the best out there without a spectacular amount of training, at this his Chaser's had rolled their eyes. Ginny, Bethany and Miguel were his reserve Chasers, a third year, Claire Barton, was his reserve Keeper and he'd made David and
Daniel McKinnon, third year twins, his reserve Beaters. Choosing his Seeker had been the hardest, but he'd managed to convince Dennis that he
was better built for it, and he couldn't say the boy wasn't thrilled.
He was heading to breakfast, when he bumped into a girl much shorter than his now five foot nine and a half frame, sending them both sprawling. "I'm sorry." Harry reached for her hand and helped her up.
"It's all right. I was looking for you." Harry stared at the girl, Cho, whom had been the object of his affection for two years.
"Ch-- Cho. Hello. How are you?" She smiled at him.
"Taking everything one day at a time." She motioned at the bottom of the staircase and Harry sat down with her. "I've wanted to talk to you for a while now." Harry opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand to stop him.
"Please don't interrupt me. I have to get this all out. First of all, I know that what happened to Cedric was not your fault. I would never dream of blaming you for it. You are not like that. Secondly, I understand why you have been avoiding me. Dumbledore called me into his office after you told him what had happened. He knew how close Cedric and I were and thought I should know. He also knew that you would be very uncomfortable telling me, he thought it would be a while before you told that story again. Third, congratulations on becoming Gryffindor Captain."
Harry sat silent for a moment. "Well, what am I supposed to say?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Thank you for understanding, it-- it means a lot to me. Thank you for the congratulations. I didn't hear who got Ravenclaw Captain."
Cho smiled at him again that smile that would have made his knees go weak a year ago. "I did. It will be a pleasure playing against you. You've always been a worthy opponent. Cedric thought so as well." She paused. "Did anyone tell you who made Hufflepuff Seeker?" Harry shook his head. "Justin Finch-Fletchery. They say he's really good, but I haven't seen him fly before." She stood up and looked down at Harry. "Don't let the guilt of something that you can't change weight you down."
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: I know that I have a movie title in this blasted chapter somewhere! The problem is that I can't seem to find it. Twenty points to
the house of your choice if you find it!
Chapter 4:
Captain Seeks Keeper
"And just when you think it's all over and done,
The nights get easier one by one."
Better Days, Faith Hill
Saturday, everyone's favorite day of the week. Unless you were watching in
horror as your sisters and their closest female friends run down to the lakeside with their school robes over their bathing suits, with a stack of
books, a pile of towels and a WWN connection.
"Never, in all my years at Hogwarts." Fred said. "This is insane. We should be voting on a new captain for the Quidditch team. We should be finding our new Keeper. We should be discussing who to invite to join The Order. Not standing here with our mouths hanging open as the girls lay out and get some-- oh Merlin."
"Really." Ron shook his head. "This is just-- I mean--"
"We know exactly what you mean, Ron. I think." Harry shook his head like his friend. "Have they gone nutters? People can see them!"
"Like those ruddy Ravenclaw seventh years! When I get my hands one them! Looking at our girls--" George looked ready to take on a rampaging manticore as he watched Faith and Ginny shake their robes off, flinging them onto a nearby rock with the others.
"Our girls?" Harry asked. "Ginny is your sister, Faith and Grace are far too complicated. Hermione is-- well Hermione is Hermione. The other three however..."
"Angelina is my girlfriend... sort of." Fred ran his hand through his hair.
"I say we go down there and drag them up here kicking and screaming--" Ron's face was almost redder than his hair.
"Something tells me that would not be a good idea Mr. Weasley." The four boys turned to find Professor McGonagall before them. "I have been looking for the three of you everywhere." She indicated Fred, George and Harry. "Have you given any thought to your new Captain?"
"Harry." The twins announced as the usual unit.
"What? Me? No. No. No. I can't be Captain!"
"Why not?" Ron asked. "You've been on the team since your first year and you'll be here the next two. You're the best man for the job."
"Shut it Ron!" Harry growled.
"I have to say, I do agree with Messers. Weasley." McGonagall nodded. "Yes, I believe you would be best for the job."
"But-- but-- Well, wh-what did the girls say?" Harry finally stuttered out.
"I have just spoken with them. They are in agreement. They believe you will do the best job."
"Wait, you saw them and didn't order them up here?" Ron choked out. "Isn't there a rule against--"
"Against going swimming? I believe not Mr. Weasley. It isn't recommended, but there is nothing I can do to stop them." Ron began to mumble about bloody women; luckily McGonagall didn't seem to hear him. "Now, if we're in agreement Mr. Potter, I believe you are the new Gryffindor Captain."
Harry moved his mouth silently. "He'll do it Professor, and if he doesn't, we'll beat him into acceptance!" Fred said cheerfully.
"Why do I not doubt that?" McGonagall stood up and cleared her throat. "I believe you will need to set up a field date, that way you can look for your new Keeper, Mr. Potter."
"Thu- thu- Thursday?" Harry asked, still shocked.
"I believe it is open on that day. You should make an announcement before the house." She said, and soon left.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
***
Since declared captain, Harry had reached a new level of insanity. He had made an informal announcement to the common room about try-outs not only
for Keeper, but also for a reserve team on Thursday afternoon. When he
mentioned this date to some of the girls they had rolled their eyes and Ginny had burst out laughing, reminding him that fifth years had astronomy Thursday night. Harry had used words he didn't recall having ever heard,
much less said.
He was running plays mentally, when he should have been listening to a lesson or doing his homework. Ron had cheerfully mentioned how it was a good thing that Dean had been made the fifth year Prefect along with Hermione and not Harry, for Harry would have surely lost his position already with the distraction he seemed to be suffering from. Hermione nagged him constantly about getting his mind off the pitch and into the classroom.
And if this wasn't enough, Divinitation had reached an all time low. It seemed his teacher was no longer merely satisfied with predicting his death, no, it was much worse now. She had managed to incorporate three girls and one other boy, judging by the description Ginny, Grace, Faith and an unknown boy or man, into the whole mess. Literally, his death was going to be a running river of blood if that old bat Terelwany had her way.
Ron was not happy that his little sister was suddenly involved in the mess that was Harry's bizarre life, even if it was only of the crazy woman's fantasy and was continually muttering something under his breath. Harry couldn't say he was too happy about the recent development either, especially since she wasn't specifically saying who any of the girls were, merely a vague description. They were studying palmistry and she managed to concoct a wild tail from the lines in his hand.
"Mr. Potter, four figures linger about you. One resembles a close male figure to you, her hair is as black as a lightless night and her eyes are a passionate gray, a fire blazing below the color. She is your stronghold, a mothering figure, something to lean upon.
"Another brings to mind toffee, or brown. Hair like old gold, bronzed skin, golden eyes. She is your sensitive side, the one who will always try to understand, and the one who will do nothing without your approval.
"The third is yet another girl, this one your passion. Her hair is red as the fire that burns within her for you, warm eyes like chocolate. She cannot be contained or controlled, but when let loose, she will come back with twice the love she left with.
"The man is a mystery, dark in every possible way, a struggle lies between the two of you and the winner has been set far in the past, but is unknown to us."
This had not been encouraging.
"Ruddy witch." Ron's eyes were narrowed into slits and Harry was still trying not to blush. "Insinuating... and I know who she was talking about! As if you and Ginny-- please I mean-- not possible." Ron looked at him almost pleadingly. "You're not, I mean, you won't, will you?"
Harry's mouth dropped open. "No, no, I don't think so Ron. For one thing, the furthest thing from my mind right now is a relationship. Secondly, Ginny and I don't really know one another. I mean--" Harry shook his head. "No."
Ron nodded and patted Harry's back. "That's what I thought. We've all got too much on our minds to even think about dating. Although..."
"It would be kind of nice to worry about what to get your girlfriend for your two week anniversary, to wonder if you were even supposed to give her anything for your two week anniversary."
"Life was a lot simpler before Hogwarts."
***
Thursday was hell, in every sense of the word. It was blazing outside; it had to have been over one hundred degrees. Then of course, there was the insanity that was trying out a new team, even if they were only reserves. First and foremost on his mind had been finding his Keeper. He had almost
died of satisfaction when he saw Faith come out onto the pitch. He had seen her flying with a few girls he had not recognized a few days ago and
she was spectacular. Then he realized that she didn't have her broom.
"Faith, you can't try out without a broom." She gave him a smile and laughed.
"I'm not trying out Harry. I'm here to help you organize things. You still have one more class today, so I guessed that I could at least help you make a list of all the people who come and what position they're trying out for and such." He didn't know whether to be disappointed or not. Faith was spectacular on a broom, she had a natural grace in the air that she didn't always have on the ground, but she didn't want to try out. But he didn't have time to be disappointed. A moment later a dozen kids came onto the pitch from one direction and from the other came five seventh years. Harry gulped.
"Uh... help!" Faith grinned.
"You can do this. You have natural leadership skills. Why do you think I have resorted to bossing Fred and George around instead of you? You wouldn't listen to me." Harry rubbed the back of his neck as the people moved to the bleachers. He saw Ron and Hermione among the crowd, but only Ron had a broom, and it wasn't Ron's broom.
"Ron, where did you get that?" Harry stared at the broom Ron had lain across his knee.
"Your darling God sister, Faith. She said I could use it for try-outs and for the season if I made the team. Isn't it beautiful?" Ron glowed.
"What is it?" Harry asked finally.
"An Amazon 800. There were only two hundred of them made! It's an American broom, has near the speed of a Firebolt and twice the stability. It isn't on the Quidditch favorites list, but American brooms are in a league of their own..." Hermione seemed to be bored with the line of conversation. She had one leg crossed over the other at the knee and was bouncing it up and down, her chin in her hand.
"Showing a little Gryffindor pride Hermione?" Harry smiled at her.
"Yes. That and I'm making sure Ginny actually tries out. Grace talked her into it, but she keeps trying to back out." Faith had come up to them with a clipboard and paper.
"All right. Name? Ron Weasley. Year? Fifth. Position? Keeper." She glanced up at Hermione and smiled. "Name? Hermione Granger. Year? Fifth. Position? Resident cheerleader." Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"I don't wear short skirts." Faith rolled her eyes and moved on, Harry following. Next was Grace.
"Name?" Faith laughed. "Pain in the ass." She grinned and shook her head at her little sister, moving to the red-head next to Grace, Ginny. "Name? Ginny Weasley. Year? Fourth. Position? What are you trying out for Ginny?" Faith looked up from her list.
"Chaser, but I'll take just about anything." Faith nodded, writing down the position and moving on to the next person, Harry stayed there.
"Hi." He smiled down at them. "I didn't even know you played Quidditch, Ginny." Ginny gave him a half-smile.
"There are lots of things you don't know about me Harry Potter." She flipped her ponytail off her shoulder and made a motion for him to move on. "Get going. You have try-outs to run."
Harry wondered why he had never noticed Ginny Weasley.
***
An hour later they had finished testing the Keepers and were moving onto Chasers. Katie, Angelina and Alicia had given all the could-be-Keepers a
run for their money and he saw a few good prospects. He was watching Ginny, a sixth year named Austin Green, and Dennis Creevey as they worked in formation. Unfortunately, he hadn't matched them up very well. Ginny was spectacular, but she worked differently than Austin and Dennis, causing many slip ups. You could tell that the problem was the teaming though, and
not the lack of experience.
"Green! Creevey! Down here! I want Hart and Sanchez up there with Ginny!" The play stopped and Dennis tossed the Quaffle to Ginny. Hart's first name was Bethany, a second year, and Sanchez was Miguel, a fellow fourth year of Ginny's from Spain. This match was much better and the three flew smoothly together, hardly even having to glance at one another. Harry had coerced Faith into playing Keeper while he tried out the Chasers, and was glad she wasn't trying out for that position. She wasn't very good at it. She would have made a better Chaser, not that she was going to listen to him though.
They went through the paces with the future Beaters, which Fred and George took very seriously. That is after Faith told them that they were the worst Beaters she had ever seen and they stepped it up to game-like playing, which made it much easier to tell who would get it and who wouldn't.
It was much harder for Harry to test out Seekers. It seems finding your own replacement is much harder than finding someone else's. It was dinnertime before they were through, and Harry dismissed them rather reluctantly. He had a good idea of whom he was going to be using, but this was still going to be a long night, and he had even forgot to count Astronomy.
***
Harry had just posted the new positions. The team had talked about who to
put where and who would be the new Keeper until Hermione and Ron had to actually drag him out of his chair so they wouldn't miss Astronomy. He'd
picked Ron for his new Keeper, informing them that he was the best out there without a spectacular amount of training, at this his Chaser's had rolled their eyes. Ginny, Bethany and Miguel were his reserve Chasers, a third year, Claire Barton, was his reserve Keeper and he'd made David and
Daniel McKinnon, third year twins, his reserve Beaters. Choosing his Seeker had been the hardest, but he'd managed to convince Dennis that he
was better built for it, and he couldn't say the boy wasn't thrilled.
He was heading to breakfast, when he bumped into a girl much shorter than his now five foot nine and a half frame, sending them both sprawling. "I'm sorry." Harry reached for her hand and helped her up.
"It's all right. I was looking for you." Harry stared at the girl, Cho, whom had been the object of his affection for two years.
"Ch-- Cho. Hello. How are you?" She smiled at him.
"Taking everything one day at a time." She motioned at the bottom of the staircase and Harry sat down with her. "I've wanted to talk to you for a while now." Harry opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand to stop him.
"Please don't interrupt me. I have to get this all out. First of all, I know that what happened to Cedric was not your fault. I would never dream of blaming you for it. You are not like that. Secondly, I understand why you have been avoiding me. Dumbledore called me into his office after you told him what had happened. He knew how close Cedric and I were and thought I should know. He also knew that you would be very uncomfortable telling me, he thought it would be a while before you told that story again. Third, congratulations on becoming Gryffindor Captain."
Harry sat silent for a moment. "Well, what am I supposed to say?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Thank you for understanding, it-- it means a lot to me. Thank you for the congratulations. I didn't hear who got Ravenclaw Captain."
Cho smiled at him again that smile that would have made his knees go weak a year ago. "I did. It will be a pleasure playing against you. You've always been a worthy opponent. Cedric thought so as well." She paused. "Did anyone tell you who made Hufflepuff Seeker?" Harry shook his head. "Justin Finch-Fletchery. They say he's really good, but I haven't seen him fly before." She stood up and looked down at Harry. "Don't let the guilt of something that you can't change weight you down."
To Be Continued...