Hi there! So, it has been brought to my attention that at times I may switch to first person for a sentence. If I do, I'm really sorry. I'm in the middle of planning out a few other stories, both written in first person, so sometimes I'm just in that mindset.

Now, the chapter votes:

Harry: 13

Percy: 7

I love Harry and all but... poor Seaweed Brain... :(

Harry

Harry woke the next morning filled with energy. The fast approaching Quidditch try outs had him feeling both excited and nervous. He was captain. He had to set an example, encourage his team, make rules.

Ron was awake as well, pacing back and forth nervously, Neville was reading a book about Herbology, and Percy were still asleep.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I'm walking, what does it look like I'm doing?"

"Hunting for elephants," Harry said sarcastically. "Calm down would you? Are you nervous for the tryouts?" Ron nodded and continued pacing.

"You'll let me on the team, right?" Ron asked.

"I can't make promises. We'll see how you do in tryouts," Harry said, stretching his arms out in front of him.

"Let's go eat. I'm hungry," Ron grumbled.

"When are you not?" Harry wondered. Ron simply rolled his eyes at him.

The two of them changed quickly and walked out of the room. Just before they were about to exit the Common Room, Neville stumbled down the stairs, tying his tie.

"Wait up!" he called. "I'm not being alone in the room with Percy, not after what you guys said about him," The three of them walked down the stairs towards the Great Hall.

"So, Harry, you think I've got a chance at Keeper?" Ron asked hopefully, yet with some traces of doubt in his voice.

"Cormac McLaggen is your biggest competitor, so you don't have a chance," Harry joked, patting his friend on the shoulder. Ron shot him an ungrateful look. "Kidding! You're just as good as he is,"

"You think any of the American's are going to try out?" Ron asked spitefully. Harry shrugged his shoulders as they entered the doors to the Great Hall.

The tables were already buzzing with life. The two boys made their way over to the Gryffindor table and sat across from Hermione, who had her nose buried in a book.

"What're you reading?" Neville asked her as all of them began piling food onto their plate.

"A book I checked out of the library this morning," she explained.

"You've already been to the library?" Ron asked in bewilderment, tearing a bite out of a piece of toast. Hermione shot him an annoyed glare before continuing to flip through the pages. After a few minutes, she slammed the book shut.

"It isn't in here," she said, whipping her head up.

"Wha isn'?" Ron asked with a mouthful of eggs.

"Their school! The Americans'," she explained. "This book has the history of all the wizarding schools in the world, and 'Mr. Bruner's Academy for the Gifted' isn't in here,"

"I knew it! They're phonies! Those accents don't even sound real," Ron exclaimed, waving his finger at no one in particular. Harry pursed his lips. Though he thought the American students were suspicious, he didn't want to be so quick to accuse them.

"I don't know..." Harry said uneasily. "I'm all for finding out who they really are, but we can't jump to conclusions. We need more proof,"

"More proof? More proof?!" Ron cried. "Let's see, their school isn't in that book, Percy disappeared last night and came back with his clothes all ripped, but not a single scratch, Grover is unnaturally attached to his hat, and-"

"Sirius died last year because I thought he was in trouble, Ron. We have to wait until we know for sure," Harry persisted, his tone becoming harsh.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" Percy asked, walking up to them and breaking their silence. They all stared up at him.

After a moments hesitation, Hermione spoke up. "What did you say your school's name was again?" she asked.

"'Mr. Bruner's Academy for the Gifted'," Percy recited, sitting down beside Neville. Neville inched away from him ever so slightly, though enough for Percy to take notice.

"Is it a new school?" Hermione inquired. Percy thought for a moment.

"Uh, no, it's pretty old, practically Ancient," Percy said, chuckling to himself softly for some reason unknown to Harry and his friends.

"Morning!" a new voice said cheerily. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Ginny as she came and sat beside him. Harry's stomach did a strange twist when she smiled.

"Ready for the tryouts today?" she asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"What?" Harry asked obliviously.

"Quidditch,"

"Oh, yeah, right! Definitely! You're trying out, right?" Harry asked, sounding a bit too hopeful.

"Of course! Considering everyone else who's trying out, I'm your best option," she said, smiling wickedly.

"Hey!" Ron snapped angrily.

"Oh, calm down," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at her brother. "I'll see you later, I told Dean I'd eat with him," she said, standing up to join Dean at the other end of the table. Harry watched as she sat beside him and he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Are she and Dean dating?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Last time I checked," Ron replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'm going to return this book to the library," Hermione said sharply, looking directly at Harry and motioning to the door.

"Oh, yeah, I'll come," Harry said, standing up.

"Me too," Ron said. He stood up and grabbed a fourth piece of toast to go.

"Me three," Neville said, following their example.

"Bye, Percy," Hermione said. The four of them walked to the doors of the Great Hall.

"So, the school really isn't in there?" Harry asked Hermione.

"No, I checked three times!" she exclaimed.

"I can't believe it!" Ron muttered, shaking his head. They walked down the hall and towards the library, each of them deep in thought.

Once they reached the library, Hermione returned the book and returned to Harry and Ron.

"There's one other place the school might be," Hermione said, motioning for them to follow her. She maneuvered through the shelves skillfully, scanning the books quickly.

"Here!" she exclaimed finally, pulling out a leather bound book with bold silver writing that read "Wizards of America" on the front in large, capital letters.

"I'm going to check this book out and look more carefully. You should get going for the Quidditch tryouts," she said. "Neville? Are you going too?"

"I think I'm going to unpack, actually. Tell me if you find anything else on the Americans," he said, his eyes shifting nervously.

"Are you going to come cheer me on?" Ron asked, smiling. Hermione laughed.

"Sure, Ron," she smiled. "Good luck," she said, and walked away.

"She wishes you luck and not me?" Harry remarked once she was out of sight.

"You've already got a spot on the team, and let's face it, girls love me," Ron said. "Now let's go play some Quidditch,"

Down at the Quidditch pitch, both he and Ron were filled with excitement. A few people had already arrived down by the field. Harry was pleased to see that his Firebolt already down by the field and waiting for him. Harry grabbed the trunk of Quidditch balls and set it down in the center of the field.

"If you're here for tryouts, gather round, if not, please sit on the bleachers," Harry called. Gryffindor students of all ages lined up in front of him, some looking anxious, other cool and confident. After a quick speech of rules and encouragement, the tryouts were ready to begin.

Harry kicked off into the air, the familiar sensation of flying filling him up. He smiled and looked down at the players below him, organizing a small game to test their skills.

Down on the ground, Harry could see the three exchange students staring up at them. Percy, distinguished by his dark hair was waving his arms wildly, and Grover and Annabeth seemed to be laughing, but they were too far away to tell for sure.

"Okay!" Harry called, zipping through the game and snatching the Quaffle in mid-throw. "Who wants to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"

Yay Quidditch! Subtle Ronmione?

So, as I'm writing this, my internet is down... AGAIN! So, I'm sorry that this is a late-ish post.

I MISSED YOU, INTERNET! 3