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7. Quidditch

Friday after class, Harry headed to the quidditch field. He changed into his robes, and pinned his Captain badge firmly to his chest. He stepped out into the light, noticing that it was a perfect day for quidditch tryouts.

He thought of the team this year. Ron, with his new confidence, would be almost unstoppable as keeper. Ginny was an amazing chaser and he was the seeker. They were the only players he knew would be returning. He was curious to see the outcome. Harry was soon approached by Ritchie Coote, last team's beater.

"Hey Harry," he said cheerfully. Harry was relieved. He didn't want to have to put together an all new team. He also noticed Demelza Robins, who came over to join the group. She was a chaser, and she was pretty good.

"Okay," Harry started. "Let's begin with some basic flying." He instructed them in a course that needed an experienced flyer to navigate it. He made the returnees participate, even though he was sure he would be taking them back. With this drill, he was able to weed out 20 or so of the 40 people there. He then had people try to take shots at Ron, while he released a Bludger for the Beaters to practice with. Harry watched from the side. He ducked as a bludger came speeding toward him. A boy came out of nowhere and sent the bludger howling back the other way, before racing after it.

Harry watched for another hour before blowing his whistle.

"Okay, good job everyone," he said. "I will post the team list tomorrow in the Gryffindor common room."

He watched as the people left, leaving only Ron and Ginny with him.

"So what do you think?" He asked her and Ron. He had asked them to keep track of who they thought were good for chaser, so he could study beaters.

"Well there was only one girl who could score more than once on Ron," Ginny said. "She looked pretty good, number 34."

Harry thought. "Oh yeah, the girl with the blonde hair?"

"Yeah," said Ron.

"Alright," said Harry. "Thanks you guys." They flew off to their rooms, which could be accessed by broomstick through the big windows in each of their common rooms.

The next day, Harry quickly pinned the list to the bulletin board in the common room and bolted out before anyone woke up. He thought the excitement over him had died down, but who knew what people would do if the saw him in the common room again. The final roster read…

Team Gryffindor

Chasers

Demelza Robins Ginny Weasley Rachel Adams

Beaters

Ritchie Coote Jared Crawe

KeeperSeeker

Ron Weasley Harry Potter – Captain

Harry had decided on the blonde girl Ginny was impressed with and the boy who had blocked the beater from hitting him.

The next few weeks went by in a blur, between class, teaching and quidditch.

"All right team, this is our last practice before our game against Hufflepuff tomorrow. Let's make it good so we can start off on a win."

Harry had easily gotten a few kids from Gryffindor to play as another team, so they could scrimmage. They were not bad, and Harry promised they could be the official subs if they helped him out.

His new recruits were good choices. Crawe and Coote worked well together, and Adams also did well, if she ever got the quaffle away from Ginny. Harry was sitting high in the sky, looking around for the snitch, when he noticed a small commotion. He squinted and saw someone scurrying away toward the trees. He looked up and saw a bludger whiz past him. He shook his head, confused. He saw three bludgers on the field, not the two he had released. He saw both Crawe and Coote shoot past him. He looked ahead to see where they were flying to. Then he saw it. Ginny.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled, zooming after them. She was high in the air, aiming to shoot, as a bludger flew toward her. Desperate, Crawe threw his bat, and hit it, knocking it off course. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which turned to horror as he saw the bludger zip around and crash full speed into Ginny's right side. She spun around on her broom, before losing grip and hurtling the 25 ft towards the ground. Harry sped towards her, but he wasn't fast enough. Her body hit the ground with a thud. Harry landed and ran over to her.

"Ginny, Ginny! Oh please be okay," Harry lifted her into his arms, brushing the hair out of her face. Her eyes opened.

"Oh, thank you," Harry said. "Are you all right?" he asked her.

"Yea, I'm fine, just a little banged up is all." Her voice sounded a little shaky. The rest of the team had crowded around them at this point.

"I think I should take you to the hospital wing." Harry said.

"No, no I'll be fine," Ginny insisted. "I think I will just sit for the rest of practice."

"Well, I'm sitting with you," Harry said. He carried her over to a bench on the side, where Hermione was sitting, watching the practice.

"I'll be right back," Harry said, kissing her forehead. He hurried over to Ron, pulling him aside.

"Ron, watch the sub. team," he said. "I think we're gonna need a replacement for Ginny tomorrow."

"I'll let you know," Ron said, patting his shoulder. "Go take care of her."

Harry hurried off to do just that. He sat on one end of the bench, with Ginny resting against him. Hermione kept glancing down at Ginny, but looked away quickly each time. Harry shrugged. He would never understand girls.

Harry carried Ginny to her dorm and left her on the couch in her common room. He then went to take a shower.

Ginny sighed. A shower was a good idea. She walked to her bathroom and slid her robes off. She stepped into the warm water, smiling. It felt good on her sore body. When she was done, she turned off the water and stepped out. She pulled on underwear and sweats. She went to pull a sweatshirt over her head, when she shrieked. She had just noticed the large bruise forming on her right side. It was all shades of colors. She touched her side gently and felt a twinge of pain. She sighed and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She walked out of the bathroom to the common room. Hermione was there now.

"So how are you really?" She asked. "You can't fool me like you can Harry, Ginny."

Ginny grinned sheepishly. Personally, she couldn't believe Harry didn't force her to the hospital wing, but she figured it was because he wouldn't want someone to do that to him.

"I'm alright," Ginny said, sitting gingerly on the couch. Hermione stormed over, sitting next to her. She gently lifted her right arm. Ginny's wrist was 3 times its original size.

"This is not 'alright' Ginny. This is broken." Ginny laughed, then winced as a sharp pain ran through her side.

Hermione lifted her shirt and gasped.

"Ginny! How are you even sitting here? You must have a few broken ribs too."

"Hermione, you're overreacting."

"Oh no I am not. I am going to get Harry to take you to the hospital wing."

"No, please," Ginny cried, grabbing her arm. "We have a game tomorrow. A big one. Scouts will be there for professional teams. That's what I want to do, play quidditch. And with these injuries, Madam Pomfry will never let me play tomorrow. Please, just help me get through the game and I'll do whatever you ask."

Hermione looked at her. Then she sighed.

"I can't believe you think a game is that important. And I also can't believe I'm going to let you do this, but I am."

"Oh, thank you!" Ginny cried, hugging Hermione before wincing.

"I think I can help you some though." She conjured a few bags of ice with a flick of her wand.

"Ice?" Ginny asked, confused.

"It's a muggle trick, just go with it, so I don't feel so guilty," Hermione said, laying the bags on her side and wrist.