Chapter 7
Two weeks had passed before anything of note had happened inside Hogwarts. In the mean time Harry and Neville had made dueling a second nature to each other, with new spells being added in by the day. At the beginning of the term only stunners and blasters were being thrown, but now as they learned more advanced magic from the Hogwarts library they incorporated as much as possible to see what was effective, and what wasn't. Every Friday morning they even did a duel of feeble wandless magic. The best they could really do was minor charms and transfiguration, and even the knock back jinx, but it was still making them more efficient by the day.
Harry had enjoyed the weekends especially as he had a chance to spend a little bit of time with his younger siblings, and even his father. Lily respected Harry enough to stay away during school, unless she had a message to pass on.
The Hufflepuffs and Harry had gotten along splendidly after scoring so many points for his house, but that was only to grow on their first flying lessons at Hogwarts. It was an early Friday afternoon when the first years had all gathered on the grounds to meet Madame Hooch. Harry was ecstatic over the ideas of the lesson, and the promise it held, even Draco seemed to be wearing a genuine smile on his face. Of course that smile only lasted a few moments before the pompous and arrogance returned.
The group of students were currently looking through the shed at all the school brooms. Harry had his eyes on one from the moment he walked in, but before he could grab it, Hannah had swept from behind him grabbing it before he could, and flashed him a teasing smile. This caused the boy to temporarily forget his own name and the broom, and easily picked a different one from the storage place.
As they all strode out towards the grounds, they completed the instructions which were on the board in everyone's common rooms, and made two long rows that Madame Hooch could walk in between and see everyone at once. Harry was standing with Hannah and Ernie while the rest of his housemates were rather spread out through the lines. Across from him was Susan, Neville, and Ron, who were looking a little overzealous when they looked at their brooms. Harry however had a strange sense of dread coming over the whole lesson as the elderly witch stepped onto the pitch, "Good afternoon class!"
The class returned the ensemble, "Good afternoon Madame Hooch."
As the witch walked in between the rows she had a huge smile on her face greeting familiar students, "Welcome to your first flying lesson. What are you all waiting for. Step to your left and place your right hand over the broom and command it up to your hands."
Harry did as was instructed, as did the rest of the class, though few had the same luck as Harry did when it flew to his hand instantly. Draco Malfoy was the next to call his broom up, which made Harry think that maybe the kid did have some skill to go with all that trash talk. After a short time Neville, Susan, Zachrias, and a few others managed to as well. Madame Hooch then announced, "Very good! Now for those who could not command your broom, please pick it up, and hoist your right leg over it getting a nice mount on it, then kick up from the ground, and hoover just a few feet."
Harry was once again the first to successfully maintain flight, but Draco was much faster behind him this time, while Neville was trying to refrain from just zooming away on the school broom. Hannah Abbot however could not refrain herself and took straight towards the sky. Madame Hooch called out, "Ms. Abbot come down here at once. You must wait for further instruction!"
Hannah however wasn't listening and continued to take off higher and higher. Suddenly the girl let out a horrified screech, and at that point Harry realized his pretty blonde friend was not just playing around, she had actually lost control of her broom. With a clear mind and objective, Harry shot off towards the sky with Madame Hooch calling after him. Hannah was now heading towards the castle and sailing straight over it as Harry attempted to zoom after her. Through sheer flying prowess Harry caught up the girl screaming, "Hannah pull up!"
Hannah screamed out, "I can't!"
Suddenly the girl began plummeting towards the ground at a high speed and Harry was able to dive under her and swirl her up, "Hannah your going to have to jump. That thing is going to take you straight into the ground."
"Are you mad? I am not jumping off this thing!"
Suddenly the girl jerked hard to the left and out of Harry's control and he shouted, "Just trust me! Jump!"
As the girl and the broom made a dive towards the ground, a crucial decision was made, one that would affect the very future of the Wizarding world. In a leap of faith the girl listened to the boy she considered her friend and jumped. As she plunged to the ground at nearly ten meters per second, she felt a spell hit her in the back, and then a pair of arms wrap strongly around her, and then she felt the wind stop, and her screaming ended in an instant. Harry was holding the girl bridal style as he gently brought the broom closer to the ground, and Hannah was sobbing into his shoulder. When they hit the ground Madame Hooch was there, "Potter, Abbot explain yourselves!"
Harry spoke sharply, "I do believe you will need to have an inspection on these brooms Madame Hooch, and I would start by contacting the aurors. Hannah's was clearly jinxed. I realized it after she started screaming! I did my best to keep her from plummeting to the ground, but ultimately she just had to jump off."
When Harry stepped off the broomstick he gently placed the girl on the ground carefully, where Susan was at her side instantly. Harry however started walking over to the stick, and when Madame Hooch called him back he ignored her. He bent over the broken broomstick that had smashed into the ground and inspected it thoroughly. He then casted a finite charm on it, and picked it up into his hands. After being sure that it was of no danger to himself or anyone else he walked back over to Madame Hooch, "I do believe Professor Dumbledore will be interested to hear about this. He has an acute sense of magical signatures and whoever jinxed it will need to be charged with attempted murder. This was not a prank, but an act of violence."
Neville took his side instantly, "Had Harry not followed Hannah to the sky she would have most likely perished from a long sky dive. Well done mate. It seems your dad instilling hundreds of hours of quittditch into you finally did some real good."
Harry understood what his best friend was trying to do. One he wanted to ensure that Harry was rewarded for saving their friend, and two he wanted to make sure Madame Hooch understood that Harry had proper training and experience, and not just blindly chased after the girl, potentially putting them both in danger. In the moment Harry gave his best friend a sly grin, but no one else seemed to catch it, as they were all watching Hannah come back around to her senses. The girl attempted to stand up, and with the help of her best friend she managed to do it. She then hobbled over to Harry engulfing the boy in a hug, "Thank you Harry. You saved my life."
Harry embraced the girl tightly, for he felt her legs were about to give out and spoke softly in her ear, "What are friends for?"
At this point Madame Hooch seemed to come to her senses, "Thirty Points to Hufflepuff for astoundingly quick thinking, and loyalty to a friend. I do believe class is dismissed...Potter, I will be speaking to your head of house about this, as well as the headmaster. You displayed a stunning ability to fly, and control over your magic, with hitting Ms. Abbot with a featherweight charm, and the levitating charm, well done. I do believe Hufflepuff has been looking for a replacement Chaser, and you just may want to get with Mr. Diggory to work out such a thing. I do believe he is the new team captain for Hufflepuff."
Harry nodded at the flying professor as she dismissed the class. Most of Hufflepuff along with some of the Gryffs had stuck around to talk to Harry, Ron Weasley however was the first to speak, "You could be the youngest Quittditch player in a century mate! First years never make the house team."
Giving the boy a light smile he said, "I think it'll just be cool to tryout. Maybe Cedric will let me be an understudy for someone so I have a guaranteed spot next year. Regardless of that though, Hannah are you okay?"
Her roommate Megan Jones who was their medical go to girl was already reaching around in her bag for a calming draft which would help ease the girls mind. After she had done the effects were almost instant, "I'm okay. Just a little mentally exhausted. Almost dying will do that to you."
Neville and Harry exchanged knowing looks, and just shook their heads in agreement with the girls statement, while Harry chimed, "Susan you should take Hannah to her brother, and let him see her. As fast as word travels I am sure he will know about it in a few minutes. I will send Darrel a patronus to let him know where you two are headed."
The pretty red head just nodded her head, while her and Megan helped the girl steady herself and walked back towards the castle. The other 'Puffs who were all boys patted Harry on the back and congratulated him on saving the girl. Ernie even briefly mentioned something about a life debt, but it was the last thing on Harry's mind. When it was finally just Ron, Harry, and Neville, Harry spoke, "I think that broom was intended for me."
Neville's face darkened while Ron looked confused, "What are you talking about Harry?"
"When the Puff's and I reached the storage closet my eyes immediately locked on that broom. Originally I thought it was quittditch instincts, and figured it would be the best broom out there. Hannah however noticed it about the same time as me, and snatched it before I could. So now I am not so sure." Harry explained.
Neville quickly came up with an explanation, "A compulsion charm maybe. Anyone in this school that could've gotten something of yours could have placed the charm, anyone above third year maybe."
Ron gasped, "You think someone intentionally placed that jinxed broom in the cabinets."
"Expect the best, and prepare for the worse. That is what Sirius always taught me." Harry proclaimed.
Agreeing Neville sighed, "We shouldn't rule anything out for sure. Especially someone older."
The green eyed boy and his best friend exchanged knowing looks, already thinking of one possible suspect...Professor Quirrel.
Later that day Cedric approached Harry about quittditch tryouts which he was hosting on Sunday. He had a written approval from Professor Sprout to allow him into tryouts, and the boy enthusiastically told him that either way he would have a place on the team as an understudy, or as a full time player depending on the talent of the chaser tryouts. Dumbledore had even sent him a message, requesting his presence after dinner, but none of that was nearly as interesting as the conversation he had with Darrel Abbot that afternoon.
After lunch had finished, and before Harry could head off to his last class of the week which was Charms, the fifth year Hufflepuff prefect stopped him and told everyone else to go ahead. Normally the site as someone as large as Darrel holding someone up would intimidate a man, but Harry just kept an even look on his face, while Darrel spoke, "Look Potter, I just wanted to thank you for what you did for my sister. I obviously didn't see it myself, but I am getting my dad's pensieve and would like to see the memory if you wouldn't mind showing it?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not so sure you want to. Its a memory I will be hopefully quick to forget. For a few horrifying moments I thought I wasn't going to catch her, or that I was going to miss her when I flung that hex at her."
Darrel nodded in understanding but countered, "You grew up with your dad, who I know instilled the Pureblood traditions in you. I think you have to understand just what this means."
Harry shook his head, "I won't acknowledge a life debt between the two of us. Unless your head of house takes it as a slight of respect, then I won't do that to Hannah, she is my friend."
"You say that now, but in a few years you may regret that decision. I know you didn't save her with the intention to get a life debt, if you did you would've declared it immediately, and I am sure we would've ended up locking wands over it." Darrel conceded.
Laughing for a moment, Harry realized the older boy was not joking, "I know the implications Darrel, and I will send word to my father of what has happened. But if I can avoid it, I will not put that kind of pressure on Hannah. Besides were to young to claim anything fun or useful out of a life debt. I have heard what older purebloods do, and I can honestly say I am probably to young to consider something like that."
With a knowing look Darrel nodded, "But that hasn't stopped people in the past. I am sure had the tables been set differently and Malfoy had saved her, she would've been forced into a rather unpleasant life. I guess what I am trying to say other than thank you Harry is that, if you ever need something, from me or her, please all you have to do is ask."
Harry gave the boy a smile, "Just give me a fair shot at the dueling team. And I do mean fair. Just because I am a first year doesn't mean I can't handle a wand. Other than that Darrel, I don't request anything besides friendship, from either of you."
Darrel gave the boy an eye of respect and offered his hand, "That's a promise Potter. I look forward to tryouts tomorrow."
Harry gave the boy a salute, and took off towards his next class knowing he was going to be late. Arriving at Charms led to him explaining in private with professor of why he was late, and thankfully the tiny professor did not take off points from his house, as he to had heard of what had transpired on the quittditch pitch that afternoon.
Classes had come and gone and Dinner was already coming to an end, when the headmaster motioned for Harry to join him up at the head table. It was clear that whatever Dumbledore had to say he wanted it to be public, "Can I have everyone's attention please. It has made it my old ears today that on our very own Hogwarts ground we almost lost a first year student. Thanks to the quick and noble efforts of our own Harry Potter, we were able to prevent such a thing from happening, however I must warn everyone to be extra vigilant in these coming times. It had been determined that the broomstick that Ms. Abbot was put on was indeed hexed with some type of obscure charm that left no magical trace even to my eyes. I fear there is nothing we can do at this point, but hope this was a harmless prank gone wrong. I understand Madame Hooch awarded Mr. Potter thirty points for his quick thinking, and I will award him twenty more for the willingness to help a friend. Well done Mr. Potter!"
Harry gave the headmaster a slight bow of respect, and took his seat with his housemates pounding on him on the back and roaring their approval. The rest of school even politely clapped for the heroics, but some were clearly concerned by Dumbledore's message. Harry was stealing looks at Quirrel for the rest of the evening, and even at one point went to talk to his mum before he was dismissed from dinner.
The next day proved to be a little less eventful than the previous. To start the day Harry was in the great hall while the Hufflepuffs lined up for the House dueling team. Darrel had explained it to Harry pretty simply. You had a twelve duelers from each house. Five of them would rotate every event, and the captain and co-captain would switch off in every event. The co-captain and captain cannot fight in the same round, but one of the two must fight in every match against rival houses. From there you were seeded by your captain, and you would face the other houses duelers. For example, Tonks was the first seed dueler even though she was not the captain, she was the co-captain, so Tonks would be the last to fight, and if it was like it normally was then she would have to face the Slytherin Headboy in their match against Slytherin because he was the first seed in his house. However it is possible that the sixth seed dueler (Marcus Flint last year) could go on a run and end up fighting Tonks, to win the match for his house, because he upset all the other Hufflepuff duelers. If Marcus did not win, then Tonks would have to follow up by defeating five more duelers. This is unlikely, but not unheard of. So the match always starts with the eleventh or twelfth seed and then it goes forward from there.
The youngest person on last years Hufflepuff dueling team was Cedric Diggory and he was a third year. However a Gryffindor from last year Cormac Mclagen had made it and he was a second year. It was rumored that Neville was likely to make it this year, as the Gryffindor team had already had their tryouts.
Harry sat their in his dueling equipment as he watched several contestants step to the plate and attempt to shield against blasting charms thrown by Tonks and Darrel. The two would take turns against each contestant, and they were asked to shield against three charms, and then return three, if they could go on then the two would duel for a short bit. So far Harry had noticed only six people make it to the stage, and all of them lost rather quickly from there. Harry knew Darrel had to fill three spots, because he had lost three seventh years last year, including the captain, so the green-eyed boy had hope. It was also an interesting scene because many adults had gathered in the great hall, and not just parents (including his own), but Hufflepuff alumni, who were invited by professor Sprout.
Harry decided to pass the time with meditation and after maybe twenty duelers (they started with the oldest) they had finally made it to Harry. When Professor Sprout called out his name, his eyes shot open and jumped to his feet with lightning fast reflexes. If he learned anything from his godfather its that sometimes the wow factor can go a long way. Darrel Abbot tapped Tonks out of the ring and he announced, "I acknowledge that I have let a first year into tryouts, and while some may be skeptical, I gave my word to put together the best team possible, and from what I have heard Harry has some potential, and today we are going to test that. Now Harry, I am going to throw three blasting charms your way. I want you to shield, deflect, or dodge these curses in anyway you feel necessary. Is that understood?"
Harry nodded his head, his wand at the ready. Darrel looked towards the stands to ensure Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout were ready, and then he flicked his wand forward, "Flipendo!"
The spell whizzed towards Harry, but he lazily flicked it to the side without batting an eyelash. This led to a light applause and Darrel threw his next two spells together, "Stupefy, Perifcus Totalus!"
This time Harry flicked up a full shield that the crowd completely gasped at. Darrel for a second even looked at the shield stunned for a moment, but shook it off, "Now I would like you to throw three different curses at me. Make them whatever you want, and I will use my shield to deflect them."
Harry nodded making a quick step forward, "Deprimo, Expelliarmus!"
Harry threw the first spells as a part of a chain, then lastly followed up with his silent Perifcus Totalus, which was so far the only spell he could consistently cast silently. The crowd was now chattering immensely at the site of a first year casting non-verbal magic, while Darrel had a huge grin on his face, "Very good Potter, now we shall duel, until I disarm or stun you. Are you ready?" When Harry nodded he turned to Professor Sprout, "Please count us down professor!"
Sprout did as asked, and at the three Harry started running forward flicking spells at rapid speed. On initial impact he had caught his soon to be captain by surprise and Darrel was forced onto the defensive. However Harry was not used to dueling against power, as the young man quickly dodged under his last two spells, and returned with a few powerful blasting charms, and even a shield breaker, which caused Harry to role backwards, leaving scorch marks in his wake. However when Darrel fired incarcerous, Harry spun around the ropes flying in his direction and banished them right back at the boy causing Darrel to incinerate them with incendio.
Harry who knew since he had lasted this long he had already made the team attempted to go for a five chain and win the duel, "Reducto, Stupefy, Deprimo, Expelliarmus, Incarcerous!"
The first two spells were blocked, but the next one through him off balance, and the next one caught him in the chest instead of the usual disarming shot to the wand. This sent the boy flying backwards and had still managed to avoid the ropes. However the crowd was applauding the site of someone throwing up a hell of a fight. Before Harry could do much else he saw three spells flying his way, all were silent, and he in an initial panic conjured his best shield and didn't realize the first was a shield breaker, and the next two were stunners.
When Harry's eyes opened Darrel was standing over him, he spoke quietly "Well kid I think its safe to say you made the cut, where on Earth did you learn to duel like that? I have never seen a first year cast a chain spell like that."
Harry grinned at the boy, "The Potter's have always been great at battle magic, which gives us an edge in duels. My dad calls it like a sixth sense, the only way I can describe it is as if you've been doing something for so long it just comes naturally to you, and you don' even have to think about it!"
Darrel laughed, "Well I'm glad we got you Potter! Not bad at all."
He helped the boy to his feet and the crowds in the stands were applauding, and Harry could see his parents with beaming faces, along with Padfoot who was hooting and barking. Darrel then announced, "That concludes our tryouts. I will be selecting three duelers, after I congregate with my head of house, and my co-captain. Thank you everyone for coming, I hope you enjoyed, and I hope to see you at our first match Vs. Ravenclaw in six weeks."
The spectators once again clapped, and a few alumni Hufflepuff even spoke with him briefly on how he would be the next great dueler. Harry took it all modestly, and wished he could say the same thing for his godfather and father, who were bragging and looking proud to anyone who would listen. When James made it over to his son he ruffled his hair, "You may just be getting advanced enough to look into the Potter Grimoire. I think come next school year I could have taught you most of the defensive magic. Though I think I want to see how you do your first year on just the common stuff. Plus I will have to make sure you can do it all non-verbally. But I am proud of you son, that was some fine dueling. Your grandpa Charlus would be having a ball watching you."
Sirius added in, "I wish I could teach you some stuff from my grimoire pup, but its mostly dark magic, maybe when your out of Hogwarts though I'll teach you some of it!"
The group then discussed the tryouts and who they thought the other picks would be. Everyone was fairly certain that Harry would be one of the picks, and Harry did not bother confirming it with what Darrel had told him. Sirius even jokingly pointed out that if he had dueled like that against Tonks he may have tripped her up in surprise and knocked her out cold.
This conversation came to a rapid close when a tall man with short brown hair approached the group. He had a goatee, and sharp blue eyes that reminded him of a girl he had been close friends with. Of course Harry recognized him as Lord Abbot, so when James Potter saw him come over, formalities were instantly engaged, "Lord Abbot I did not even see you among the group. I am sure you are quiet proud your son made captain this year, I offer you my congratulations."
Lord John Abbot gave the group a smile, "Thank you Lord Potter, Lady Potter it is good to see you. Lord Black, a pleasure as always. I hope I am not intruding on anything, but I believe there is something we all need to discuss."
James who had clearly not been made aware of the situation yesterday looked confused, and almost a little insulted, "Please go ahead Lord Abbot. I assure you, you didn't interrupt anything that can't wait. Is this a serious matter?"
Lord Abbot nodded, "Aye it is. I was hoping we could all take this somewhere a little more private. I would of course require your heir to be present, but is there anyway we can use your private quarters Lady Potter? It is my understanding that it holds a formal sitting room?"
Lily who was of course aware of what happened yesterday spoke quickly, "Of course Lord Abbot. Please follow me, I am just down the hall."
James put a hand on his sons shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze, as the group walked down the hall to the teachers living quarters. When Lily Potter gave her password to the portrait they all slid in, and James questioned, "Now what is this all about, I have to say I am concerned that you wished my heir to be here during these matters, while neither of yours are."
Lord Abbot raised an eyebrow, "Were you not made aware of the situation that has unfolded on the Hogwarts ground yesterday afternoon?"
Harry gave a short bow, recognizing the formality of the situation, "Forgive me Lord Abbot, that would be my fault. Things were a little hectic yesterday and I did not get a chance to inform my father. I supposed I assumed to much thinking Lady Potter would have informed him straight away."
Lord Abbot waved it off, "It is no matter Heir Potter...Lord Potter I would like to officially recognize that my family now owes your son, and by extension your family a life debt. Yesterday during the first flying lessons offered here at Hogwarts, my daughter Hannah got on a broom that was jinxed, and your son and heir flew the above and beyond to save her. If I am to believe what my son and daughter told me, he saved her from a nearly one hundred foot ball to her death. For that I cannot express my thanks enough, but I do believe the family must recognize the severity of the situation."
Padfoot whistled, "Prongslet you've done it now."
Harry glared at his godfather, while James looked on in shock, "How would you like to proceed?"
Lord Abbot looked a little troubled by his next words, but he said them anyway, "Would a marriage contract perhaps settle the matter?"
Lily Potter quickly stepped into the matter, "It most certainly does not Lord Abbot. As allies to the house of Potter we could never ask for such a price. I know it is my belief as well as Lord Potters that marriage is strictly used for love, and not political gain."
James and Lord Abbot exchanged heavy looks while James put a soft arm on his wife's, "Lils, this is a little more difficult. Normally you would be right, but since House Abbot is of the same ancient standings as House Potter it makes things a bit trickier then had Harry saved someone like Draco who is of a technical lesser house. A price must be set and made, whether the alliance stands or not."
Lord Abbot offered a counter, "Perhaps a hefty sum of galleons will settle the matter? That and the promise to strengthen our family ties together?"
Harry intervened, "I don't want your money Lord Abbot. All that I have ever asked for is your children's friendship. It is not right that just because I risk my life to save one of their's that they don't get to walk away free. No harm was done, can't it just be settled with the promise to strengthen family ties?"
James sighed, "I wish it were that easy Harry. I too would just agree to the strengthen of family ties, but you being the heir to the family, saving another potential heir to the ancient and noble family makes things difficult...How about this Lord Abbot. I propose a compromise. For now we leave it as a life debt and a promise to strengthen family ties. However in three years, upon Harry's fourteenth birthday we can reconvene to establish a next step. If Hannah somehow saves my heirs life in the next three years, or something happens to one of them, then the debt is absolved?"
Lord Abbot looked at his counterpart, then with a nod offered his hand, "That sounds like a generous offer. Thank you Lord Potter, and most of all thank you Harry. It is only because of you that I was able to hug my daughter this morning."
Harry gave the man a short bow, "Of course sir. Hannah is my friend, and I would've been quite distraught had something happened to her."
The older man merely smiled, "I hope your friendship blossoms into something much more in future years Heir Potter. You make for a strong young man, and what I recognize as one day a very powerful lord. Thank you Lord Potter, Lady Potter, and Lord Black for your time. I bid you all good day, and perhaps I shall see you all again at the next Wizengamot meeting, or quittditch match. I have heard your son may just find him a spot on the Badgers quittditch team as well?"
Harry nodded, "Tryouts are tomorrow!"
James and Sirius both looked gobsmacked by that while Lord Abbot offered the boy his hand, "Well good luck to you son. I look forward to hearing more about your progress as a student, wizard, and quittditch player. Until next time." Before Lord Abbot made his way to the exit he added, "My heir and your new captain has my pensieve. I would appreciate it very much if you lent him the memory for the family to watch. I will be back on this side of the country next weekend and would like to see just how events unfolded."
Lord Abbot then tipped his hat and walked out of the room. When the Lord walked out James picked his son up in a mighty hug, "Son you are a freaking prodigy I tell you! Saving girls lives, making the dueling team, getting an opportunity as a first year to sign up for the quittditch team! You are making us marauders look bad in terms of legacy!"
Harry laughed as Sirius called out, "Prongs he is going to be an animagus by third year just you watch!"
Lily even bent down and gave her son a kiss on the cheek, "Your doing good Harry, but please watch out for yourself. I think the whole broom incident is only just the beginning."
Harry nodded in understanding, but prayed his mother was wrong.
The next day were quittditch tryouts. They were holding tryouts for just about every position except seeker, where Diggory was firmly placed. Harry wished he was larger that way he may have even tried out for keeper, but decided that he would much rather play offense that defense if he couldn't be a seeker.
The chaser tryouts were fairly easy, and Harry had, like in the dueling tryouts, blown everyone away by his finesse on a broom. It had suddenly come to Harry that day that his whole life was based around dueling and quittditch and was glad he would get to continue both even while away from home.
By the end of the day Cedric had given him the third spot as chaser, and told him that they were creating a blitz style offense, and looked forward to see how he worked with it. Cedric even told him in private that he may have been the best chaser on the team, but couldn't wait to see how Harry would do under the pressure of a match and a lot of fans.
Harry had awaited this moment desperately, and the next few weeks would pass with little recognition.
(A/N) Sorry this update is a day late. We had power outages all over the DFW area here in Texas so I was unable to find a place to update. Power is back up though, and I hope to hear from everyone what they thought. The pairing is going to be Susan/Harry/Hannah so please if anyone has any original ideas on how they could be brought together as a three pair let me know! No legacy preservation or life debt non-sense its to over done! Thanks and cheers!
