Let's see what these little wizards were up to since last chapter, shall we?

Chapter 7

Potential

There were little things Harry Potter knew about Myra Black, one of those was that there were several facets of the girl.

There was Myra who set a tree on fire just blinking her blue orbs.

There was Myra who defied him to curse her in front of everyone.

And by now, there was Myra who was pressed against his chest behind a tapestry on the fifth floor, making him recall several ingredients for potions not to think about how unarguably close they were.

How did they get there?

September had come and gone and Harry was dedicating all his time to his homework, all professors were asking for rolls of parchment and practical demonstrations in class. Each disclosed death, each disappearance, they got more demanding.

After a quick trip to the library Harry came back to the Gryffindor common room to find Ron and Myra sitting together, she was pointing to some lines in a parchment and explaining something, circling some sentences. Ron was scratching his head and nodding as she gave him a small smile, taking a book and marking few pages before handing to him and excusing herself.

"You are fraternizing with the enemy" Harry stated once he sat beside the ginger boy.

"I'm… She was helping me" he said pointing to the parchment, where the boy had sloppy written his Charms essay "She is actually really nice you know" Ron cleared his throat "other than to you, of course"

The truth is that he and Myra did not manage to overcome the dislike they had for each other, and given the latest events, he could not know if they would ever do.

Two weeks prior, Harry had proudly attached the flyer for quidditch tryouts on the common room board, they would happen on the first weekend in October, with Fred and George gone, and Angelina and Alicia graduated, they were in serious need of Beaters and Chasers.

What he did not know was that the tryouts would become such an event, over half of Gryffindor students were there, and even some students from other houses. They were loud and cheered as Harry, Ron, Ginny and Kate marched towards the field.

"What in the bloody hell…?" exclaimed Ginny looking around.

"This 'Chosen One' thing really got people worked up" Ron laughed, but Harry could not find the fun in his words.

They got closer to the crowd piled up near a gold and crimson bleacher and Harry tried to start the tests.

"Hey everyone" he started, and although the students in the front were trying to listen, people on the back were still blabbering mindlessly; Harry could even distinguish some known faces from Hufflepuff and Ravenlaw on the crowd.

"I'm trying to start, guys" he started once more, but people would ignore him. "EVERYBODY SILENT"

The conversation died instantly once he shouted.

"Everybody who's not a Gryffindor go to the bleacher, please" he eyed the intruders who lowered their head and left the group.

There were also a lot of first years who probably weren't really good at flying, but he could not send them to the bleachers, since he was once the youngest player on the quidditch team.

"First, I want everyone to make a flight demonstration" he started "I want ten laps around the pitch"

It wasn't a disaster like he imagined, but made it easy to identify the best riders. Harry sent half of the crowd to the bleacher and went to start the test by position.

"We will start by the Chasers, there are two positions available, we will choose three players, one holder and two replac…" Harry lost his train of thoughts when he caught a glimpse of a person running towards them with broomstick in hands.

Everyone turned their heads to where Harry was looking, Myra reached them gasping for air, with redness filling her pale face and her long black tresses braided.

"Sorry" she said out of breath.

Some people snarled under their breath, while others would look from Harry to her expecting a fight to blow anytime.

"You lost the warm up" Harry said simply "The tryouts started there."

"I have a note, from Prof McGonagall" she headed in his direction with a note on her hand. Harry examined the note and sighed as she headed back with the others.

"As I was saying, we will choose one holder for the Chaser position and two replacements" Harry continued.

People on the group nodded.

"We also need two Beaters, and two replacements" he mentally counted all the people from the group and felt bad, as most of the people there would not make it to the team. "Our current Chasers are Ginny and Kate, and our Keeper is Ron. I'm the Seeker, and new Captain of the team"

"Well, the flyer did not specify what positions would be open" a tall bloke that Harry had seen a few times in the Gryffindor common room stated "I'm here for the Keeper position".

The boy had a cocky smile in his face and was staring directly at Ron.

"Ron is our Keeper since last year, if you watched our games you would know this fact" Harry hit back. "The position is not available, we can evaluate you for one of the open position, or as a replacement for Ron"

"Or you could stop favoring your friends" now he was glancing defiantly at Harry.

"Hey, I can do this, mate" Ron murmured to Harry, however he did not look like he was confident.

"Let him do this" Ginny stated smirking "I bet he can't take one of my Quaffle"

Harry sighted and pinched the bridge of his nose, and had an idea to settle the problem.

"Okay, then. I'll divide you by the position you're trying, you will form teams that will face each other. Ron will be one of the Keepers, and… What's your name?"

"Cormac MacLaggen, 7th year" he smiled and looked at the bleachers.

"McLaggen will be the other Keeper"

He was definitely not satisfied with the way things were going, but there was no other way. He divided the students in four teams and satiated his curiosity when Myra chose to try as a Chaser.

He was somehow anxious to know how she would be, he never knew she could be into quidditch. She had a Nimbus X, the model that was launched the same year as the Firebolt, which let him feeling bad since his broom was a gift from her father.

He soon dissipated the thoughts as he listened to the whistle on his right ear as Kate started the tryouts. They got up in the air and Harry threw the Quaffle and released the Bludgers.

The components for the other two teams, including Myra were allowed to watch the game behind them, some sighting with relieve for not being picked first.

Harry could see some promises on the sport, but other players could poorly divert from each other during the game. One who really stood out was Demelza Robins a 5th year student who was exceptionally good at dodging Bludgers, she scored one goal in Ron, the only one from the match.

That left Harry really apprehensive, technically Ron started behind and would really have to do better for the next match.

The other two teams started and Harry felt his anxiety hit back, He really wanted to know if Myra was good, he couldn't push out of his mind that he would be really pleased if she was not. Unfortunately, it seemed that Myra was not one to try on something if she did not have sure she would succeed, she was indeed good, scoring two goals on McLaggen. But, like Harry suspected, she was not really integrated with her group of Chasers, seeming like the only player there, not giving a chance to anyone else.

That was confirmed when a forth-year girl name Alaina was in the perfect condition to make a goal, but Myra tried to do it herself and got defended.

"Seems like grandpa's little girl is not that good" he heard MacLaggen shouting. "Step up your game, bitch"

"What did you just call me?" Harry saw her nostrils expanding and thought about intervening, but she said something to Ritchie Coote, and curiosity on over the Captain, he could not care less if she hexed McLaggen.

The sixth-year boy threw his bat to her and Harry saw her go after the bludger, her first hit was so hard that Harry could not even believe that McLaggen diverted, even though his maneuver cost him a goal.

Myra was fast and on point on using the Bludger's own force on her favor, she had only one intention: hit Cormac MCLaggen. She and Andrew Kirk were just in synch; he would have her back as flew through the pitch after the Bludger.

With only a few seconds left, she blew with precision and the Buldger hit McLaggen as he has raising his hand to defend the Quaffle. Harry could hear the bone snapping from where he stood.

"ARE YOU INSANE? I'm going to report you!" He yelled as she would take the Quaffle and make goal after goal on him. "You! You are the responsible for this!" The tall seventh year flew towards Harry.

"There is nothing I can do" Harry said with no emotion in his voice.

"She broke my arm!" he used his head to point to his swollen arm with a purple mark where the bone snapped.

"Go to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey will heal this in no time." Said Ginny, pretending to care.

"Ron will keep his position, you can stay as a replacement" Harry started cautiously, the sight of the boy's face getting redder by the minute making him want to laugh in his face.

"You can't do this! I was a better Keeper!" He got so close that the tip of his broom touched Harry's Firebolt.

"You could not divert from a Bludger thrown by someone who was trying for the Chaser position" Harry spit the words, his patience now gone. "I am the Captain, if you don't want to be the replacement, please leave. Now"

McLaggen kept staring at him, and Harry thought for a second if he was fast enough to divert from a punch at that distance. But the boy just turned around and left the pitch cursing under his breath.

He gathered all the students on the ground and announced that the results would be put on the board at the Gryffindor common room by the evening.

While collecting the training material, Harry chatted a little with Ginny, Ron and Kate to see what were their opinions on the performances, everyone seemed to think that the choice was between Myra and Demelza.

"She's fierce" Ron said as they walked back to the castle "You have at least to admit that."

Harry knew she was.

Getting to the common room, he sat on an armchair on a far corner, thinking about what he would do to Myra.

"So, how was she?" he heard Hermione's anxious voice beside him startling him. "She was really excited for this, in her way of course – Myra has this type of 'never-excited' face, but she was, she said her mother was a Chaser and she was training since summer to get on the team"

He stared at his friend, and she could read in his face that his answer was not the one she was looking for.

"She's not really fit for the position" Harry started. "But…"

"Oh. You don't have to explain, Harry" Hermione was visibly upset, yet she knew how to separate things.

That said he stood up with a parchment in hand and attached it unceremoniously on the board. Soon a horde of student gathered around it, some clearly sad but a few were beaming with joy, like Demelza Robins, the new Chaser who waved frantically at him.

Yet, he was concentrated on a raven-haired girl looking at the parchment with her brows creased, he approached her even though he did not know how to start.

"I thought you knew how to separate things, Potter" her face was blank, her lips a thin line.

He opened his mouth to explain himself, but she just turned around and left, leaving him and the paper saying: BEATER: Myra Black behind.

He ran his hand through his head, frustrated as she would always leave him.

"She did not seem happy" Ron stated with a chocolate frog in hand.

Harry just answered with a sight, seeing the ginger clean some chocolate out of his chin while Lavender Brown passed by smiling at him.

A week later, in the same common room Harry looked at Ron still explaining how Myra was actually nice to him. He kept looking in his friend direction without actually absorbing anything he was saying, he didn't have to like her, but he certainly had to clarify what happened, so he got his material and marched towards the library, leaving Ron with a puzzled face.

Harry spent the whole way to the library thinking about what he would say to her, the moon was high behind the windows of the castle, and the front patio was surrounded by an ethereal glow. He forgot it was almost their curfew time.

He passed right through her when entering the library, brows furrowing as he saw who was accompanying her: no one less than Draco Malfoy.

Harry took a table near them and got an Herbology book that was already on the table and pretended that he was studying it, while trying to get bits of information on their conversation. He failed miserably.

After ten minutes on the same page, Draco and Myra conversation seemed to have finished as Madam Pince was kicking everyone out, the blonde-haired boy left the library and she started packing her things on a table nearby. After she crossed the entrance with her things Harry closed the book and went after her, only to find her a few steps from the door.

"Is there something you want to say, or were you here just to spy on me?" She asked, brows up inquisitively.

Since he did not immediately say anything she started to walk, but seemed open to be in his company.

"I was studying" Harry lied and she smirked ironically.

"Really, third-year Herbology book?" Harry blushed and hoped she did not noticed.

After hitting the fifth floor without saying a word, Myra seemed really uncomfortable.

"Look, if you are not going…" but she stopped as another voice came from the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Who's there?" Filch's rusty and annoying tone filled the air "I would love to get some students out of bed at this time."

"Damn" Myra whispered looking at her watch. They heard Filch's steps getting louder and Harry had to think really fast how to get them out there, that's when he remembered about a tapestry on their corridor. It was put there the year before to cover a hole made by the Weasley twins.

Without thinking twice, he got Myra by the arm and pushed her behind the tapestry. The hole was big enough to fit two first-years loosely, but they were not first-years. So, Harry was smashing Myra on the wall in order to make the tapestry seem perfect in place.

Why in the bloody hell did the teachers not fix this hole? Well, not that he was complaining about a place to hide from Filch, but it was really hard for him to think with Myra's whole body completely pressed against him.

"Where is that damned cape of yours when we need it?" he felt her words on his jaw.

"Shut up!" Harry whispered.

"You shut u.." Harry put his hand on her mouth, as he could sense Filch almost where they were. He thought about silencing her in other way and blushed furiously in the dark, taking his hand from her mouth

His nose was almost on her hair, her hands in his shoulders, his hands on the wall behind her, and her chest so pressed on his' that he felt the suddenly urge to remember the ingredients on the Pompion Potion.

'Flitterby Moth'

As she grew uncomfortable her chest would rise higher and press even more into Harry. It would be over soon, he could hear Filch's steps going away.

'Bouncing bulb'

Her hand fell from his shoulders to his chest, his heart was pumping.

'Foxglove'

Filch's steps were far, and they finally got off the hole, breathing heavily.

They quickened their pace and got to the Fat Lady painting in no time.

"So, what was Malfoy up to?" Harry asked once they were in the common room "Wanted to know if you had a minute for the word of the almighty Lord Voldemort?"

"He was asking me on a date" she said simply, studying Harry's face as she said.

"Never thought I would say that" Harry smirked "But, poor Malfoy"

Myra rolled her eyes and made her way to her dorm.

"Hey, there was something I wanted to tell you, that's why I went to the library" Harry started as she stopped on the first steps of the stairs to the girls' dorm. "I put you on the Beater position because I see potential in you, I know your mother was a Chaser, but maybe you could be your father's daughter and be a Beater. You are really talented"

Silence filled the air.

She fidgeted, her hands grabbing the hem of her sleeves, something that she usually did when uncomfortable.

"I'm in" she said after some time, giving him a small glance and going up without other words.

"Night, Myra" he did not get an answer.

Thanks for everyone who's reading and have not abandoned me, now that Pokemon Go was (finally) launched in Brazil I'll probably give up on everything and become a Pokemon Master.

Lots of Love :*