A/N: So, I'm impressed that I updated on time with 50 minutes to spare, how about you?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. :(

Chapter 4: Seeker

Quidditch tryouts were especially awkward this year. Especially awkward since Alicia and Fred were no longer on speaking terms and Oliver Wood was captain.

Sure he's nice, but you've never seen him practice.

It's like bloody boot camp.

That's why I was thankful that I wasn't trying out this year, though after seeing all the Seeker's that Wood tried out, I was beginning to think that I could have made the team.

In fact, you could hear Wood yelling from the pitch all the way up in the stands.

It must be Quidditch captain syndrome, because Charlie used to yell like that too. But Charlie was better with controlling his temper than Wood was, apparently.

That's what was really missing this year: Charlie Weasley.

Not that, I, er, let's not go there.

Ahem.

I was sitting with Cedric, which I'm sure Lee and George would patronize me for later, but he certainly was enjoying watching the competition.

"No offense, but I think that Hufflepuff's team is better this year," Cedric said, putting his shoes up on the bench in front of us. "I don't think I've ever seen a worse group of fliers."

I shrugged. "Your probably right. But from what Fred and George have told me, Wood has pretty high standards."

"Guess you won't be having any players then," Cedric smiled. "Because that second year over there is riding the broom the wrong way. Poor bloke's probably never played before."

I looked over the pitch to see that, indeed, there was a second year I didn't recognize trying to mount the broom the wrong way.

"That's not going to end well," I put in, just as sparks began to fly from the broom end.

"EVERYONE OFF THE PITCH. JUST- NOW!" Wood screeched. From the stands I thought I could see a haze of red anger emitting from him.

"I guess this means we should just hand Slytherin the cup then, doesn't it?" I asked Cedric.

He grinned. "Over my dead body."

"So, how were tryouts?" I asked George as we sat once again, sans Fred, in front of the common room fireplace that night.

George shrugged. "I think my ears are damaged forever, we have no Seeker, and Alicia nearly killed Fred, but other than that, smashing."

I laughed. "You don't think that Wood's too mean, do you? We could hear him all the way up in the stands."

George raised an eyebrow. "We?"

I felt myself blush and picked up my discarded Care of Magical Creatures essay (on unicorns, no less.). "Yeah, you know, me and Cedric."

I had a feeling that George was about to say something particularly witty when Angelina joined us on the couch.

"I just had to listen to Wood go on about the new Seeker he's found," she began, helping herself to a jellybean from my bag, "and you'll never believe who it is."

I snorted into my essay. "It's not that poor chap who was riding the broom wrong, is it?"

Angelina rolled her eyes. "No. It's Harry Potter!"

"But he's a first year!" George exclaimed. "McGonagall says that there are never first years allowed on the team!"

Angelina nodded. "Apparently he's a right amazing flier. Wood says he should be, I guess his dad was some kind of Gryffindor Quidditch legend."

George was still flabbergasted by this information. "I can't believe it!"

"Really, I had no idea?" I said, trying to focus. "Either of you know what the purpose of unicorn blood is?"

Angelina shrugged. "Perfume?"

"It'll keep you alive. I just read the essay some first year wrote for me. Now scoot over," Lee said, settling himself in-between George and Angelina. "Did you hear Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You seen him fly yet?"

Lee shook his head and removed his scarf. "I don't think anyone has."

"So how do we know he's any good?" I asked.

"Because he's Harry bloody Potter," George said shortly. "That's why."

I guess Fred and Alicia had reconciled by dinner the next evening, because they walked next to each other and I think I even saw a couple smiles.

I effectively, however, had already finished eating when they returned to the table, so I left without a word to either of them.

I wasn't positive why I was tiptoeing around those two, but I think it probably has something to do with what George said a couple of days ago.

About Fred 'not liking me'.

Of course, being a teenage girl, I would assume that he meant the fancy kind of 'like' and not the friendly kind, but at this point I couldn't tell. Fred and I hadn't had a decent conversation in days.

Maybe Alicia was behind it.

That is to say that she told Fred that I said he was just being an idiot again, offended him greatly and now he's not speaking to me.

But when Fred isn't speaking to me, George isn't speaking to me.

I was just with George.

Is this a prank?

I decided not to dwell on it, climbing back through the portrait hole, to find that the common room was empty except for Fred and George's brother Ron and a girl with rather bushy brown hair.

But that wasn't what was fascinating.

I was sure that Harry Potter was sitting next to Ron.

"Hullo Ron," I said, following their voices to the couch my friends and I usually occupied. "Having a nice school year?"

Ron glanced up nervously before he finally recognized me. "Oh, hi Memory. It's alright, I suppose, but potions is terrible. Snape's a right git."

I smiled. "I told you so."

I looked at Ron for a minute before he decided to introduce me to the girl. "Er, that's Hermione, dunno if you've met."

I looked at the girl, Hermione, who seemed to be buried in a Transfiguration essay at the moment. "Hi," I said causally, "Memory Harrison."

Hermione looked up from her homework and smiled, revealing a large set of front teeth. "Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you."

I nodded before turning to Harry. "I don't think we've met either, you're Harry Potter though, am I right?"

Harry nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah."

"I heard you've made the Quidditch team. That's got to be incredible, since you're a first year," I added, trying to lightly make conversation, but keep it short since I suspected my classmates would be returning any moment.

"Er, yeah, I guess it is," Harry said.

I looked around awkwardly before deciding on a goodbye. "Well, G'night," I said, retreating up the staircase.

I just met the boy who lived.

And all I could manage to say was "G'night."

A/N: So sorry about the lame chapter, but honestly I've been so busy that I could rip my hair out. I love Thanksgiving, but having so many people as guests is too much work. Anyway, hope you liked the chapter!

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