'Thoughts'
Chapter Twenty!
29th of September 1994
It was early morning, around seven thirty and Harry, Hermione and Neville were sitting in the Great Hall having breakfast. It had become a habit of theirs to arrive early, it made sense as they'd been up and running around the lake to exercise for the last few weeks.
As they were eating breakfast the Crimson Vixens walked into the Hall and over to where Harry was sitting, "Harry, me and my friends have discussed what we talked about last night and have come to a decision." Angelina said, being the spokeswoman of the group.
"Which is?" Harry inquired, giving them a warning look to keep things vague.
"What would you like us to do?" Angelina asked as she took a seat next to Harry, Alicia followed suit and sat next to Hermione who was sitting on the other side of him while Katie sat opposite to him, next to Neville.
Harry smiled and nodded as the three sat, knowing they'd agreed to become members of his tribe and help him with what he needed. Although he knew that he hadn't left them with much of a choice, he was surprised at how quickly they'd come to a decision, he'd thought it would have taken them a couple of days before they decided anything - he would have to ask them about it later - but for now all he said was, "Nothing right now, I'm still thinking over the finer points of my idea, but if you can think of what kind of resources I'll need to it, please let me know. Also, I'd like you to see if you could find some land I could buy, the size should be enough for… well you know what I'm planning and should know what I need."
"What are you two talking about Harry?" Neville asked.
"Oh just some business that me and the girls have at the moment." Harry waved it off. "When plans get a little more solid I'll tell you about it." Neville just nodded, he knew Harry had secrets and seeing that they'd only just became friends it was understandable he wasn't ready to share with him.
Conversation gave way to a companionable silence as the five of them ate their breakfast. Whilst eating Harry was deep in thought; last night was great and he'd gained three members for his new tribe, but he'd also allowed his dragon instincts too much control. He sounded too much like Voldemort; wanting the useful to be in his tribe only. Sure to start off with it would be great, as he didn't know what he would need for his tribe, so having a useful members would be better, but afterwards he would welcome those who were strong, and willing to do what was needed to keep the tribe safe. He knew that if he allowed his dragon instincts their way, Neville wouldn't ever be part of his tribe, which made no sense to his human mind, the shy boy had the potential to become quite the ally, he was fiercely loyal and his new wand quite improved his spell work. So with that in mind he resolved to keep tighter control of his draconic instincts.
Lost in thought about controlling his instincts and what he would need to do Harry didn't notice Draco Malfoy approaching him until he heard him say, "Potter, I want a word with you."
Looking up to see Malfoy, his bodyguard and his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson, Harry sighed before asking, "What do you want Malfoy? I'm trying to eat my breakfast and think. You and your lot are not helping, so say your piece and bugger off."
"Careful Potter," Malfoy warned in what he probably thought was a threatening manner. "You should know to treat your betters nicely." While Hermione was polite enough not to openly scoff at the blonde's statement Harry and the others weren't under any such restraints. Malfoy took no notice of this as he continued to say, "I've heard that you and Weasley are no longer friends and I came over to give you another chance at being friends, now you're no longer associating with the wrong kind of wizard."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Malfoy, Ron and me stopped being friends a long time ago, I'm not sure why it took you so long to come over. Maybe it's because you lack the balls, what with the talk about McQuillen but whatever your reasons I have no interest in being you friend."
"You're making a big mistake, Potter." Malfoy said with a sneer, "If you're not careful, you, the squib and your whores will be sorry."
"And it's my mistake to make." Harry replied casually. Then with a smirk he went on to say, "You might want to rethink Neville being a Squib, now that he's got his own wand instead of his father's he's becoming a great wizard. As for my lady friends, I think you've mistaken the term 'whore' with 'beautiful and intelligent'." With a smirk Harry looked at Pansy and said, "Although with Pansy as your only role model I can see how it would confuse you, sure she's quite pretty and with a makeover, she could become better looking, but you need to learn the difference between above average and perfection." The girl in question blushed, that was until Harry continued with a smirk, "Although… considering what the rumours say about her, I'm sure she can teach you the difference, along with the twelve other boys she's fucked in the past week."
Pansy's was glowing with anger, red faced as Malfoy and his friends pulled out their wands and pointed them at Harry. Harry's friends were going to pull out their wand, but one look from Harry stopped them. "At least I'm not dirtying myself with a Mudblood whore!" Malfoy blustered back.
Pulling his own wand Harry levelled it at Malfoy, the placating hand of Hermione on his shoulder as she softly spoke, "Harry don't, this is what he wants, Snape might be hiding somewhere waiting for you to hex Malfoy so he can punish you." stopped him.
Taking a few deep breaths Harry put his wand away. As he did, Malfoy smirked, "Letting a Mudblood tell you what to do? How pathetic."
"You're not worth it Malfoy, there are a lot of stairs down to the dungeons after all." Harry replied shaking his head, "Guys, I've just lost my appetite, I'll be going to get my things before class start so I'll see you all later." With that he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, Hermione and Neville following behind him to get their own things.
"You're lucky Malfoy," Angelina said once as Harry, Hermione and Neville left. "Harry isn't the same person as last year, he's become harder to anger, but should you do so you'll be lucky to escape in one piece. You should be thanking Hermione; she very well could have just saved your life."
"Please Johnson," Malfoy said, his customary sneer upon his face once more. "Do you really expect me to believe that Potter would hurt me as badly as you say he would? I've known Potter for a while, he might be a hot headed Gryffindor but he wouldn't go that far."
"Believe what you want Malfoy…" Angelina shrugged as she, Alicia and Katie stood up; they knew all too well what Harry could do. Hiding their smiles as they remembered what happened the night before, although they were afraid of what could have been, they liked what happened. The Vixens left the Great Hall to sort out their things for the day, leaving four confused Slytherins, who were still completely sure Potter hadn't changed that much, despite the Vixen's parting statement.
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The first lesson of the day was Transfiguration and as Minerva started to explain what they'd be learning he was a bit disheartened to find out she'd already taught him. The class started to learn the theory behind the switching spell, and what they could use the spell for. Already knowing the spell thanks to his lessons with Minerva he was able to get ten points for being the first to use it, which was sort of cheating since as Minerva knew first hand he already learned it, and ten additional points for helping both Neville and Hermione.
After that was a free period, and then it was the class that Harry, Hermione and Neville were dreading, Defence Against the Dark Arts, because they all knew that they would be put under the Imperius Curse. Neville decided, after much thought that he would go, to see if he was able to fight it off. He thought that thanks to Harry teaching him Occlumency, although his was not as strong as Harry's, he might be able to fight off the Imperius Curse, or at least resist it.
The three of them decided to sit in the back of the class as they waited for everyone else to come. Once everyone was there, Mad-Eye Moody said, "Good morning class, today I've got something special planned. Today I'm going to place each of you under the Imperius Curse." Everyone apart from Harry, Hermione and Neville looked shocked and frightened, "I know I've made it very clear that the Unforgivables are illegal to cast, but Professor Dumbledore was able to gain a waiver to allow this to happen. So from fourth to seventh years, you're all going to be placed under the Imperius Curse so you know what it feels like. Then I'll be teaching you how to fight it off, so if you're ever put under it again you'll be able to fight it. When I call your name I want you to come forward…" After the instructions were given Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and place them under the spell. Harry watched as, one by one, his classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state. Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it. Although he smiled as both Hermione and Neville were able to fight it off for a few seconds. If trained right they could cast a spell at the person casting it on them within those few seconds and get themselves free.
Harry chuckled along with Neville as Ron was tasked with kissing a spider. Like Neville, who was used to show the class how people under the Imperius could do things they normally couldn't due to physical inability, Ron was used to show the class how someone would also do things they wouldn't do without the spell because of fear or dislike.
But as Harry watched all of this he saw a glint of joy in Moody's eyes as he was casting the spells, instead of resigned grudging acceptance like he'd been lead to believe Moody would have felt. To Harry it became just another reason to be weary of the paranoid bastard. Still watching he saw that Moody took yet another drink from his flask, snorting as he thought about Dumbledore hiring an alcoholic, he didn't think it was likely. Racking his brains for medical potions that need to be taken hourly he couldn't think about any. He'd have to ask Hermione or Minerva about it, but until then he'd keep his guard up and ensured Hermione and his girls did the same.
Harry's thought were interrupted as he heard his name being called, "Potter," Moody growled, "You're next."
Moving forward down to the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry and said, "Imperio!" It was the most wonderful feeling. Harry felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching him.
And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his empty brain: Jump onto the desk… jump onto the desk…
Harry felt his knees bending, preparing to spring as he heard this command in his head. But then he was able to think clearly, even as there was a faint voice in the back of his mind telling him what to do, but he wouldn't. That's when he knew that he'd fought off the curse. Cursing internally, he didn't want people to know this, so he allowed the curse to take over, and as he jumped, he prevented himself from jumping very high; the result being that he'd smashed headlong into the desk, knocking it over. He might have hurt himself, but sighed internally with relief at Moody's response.
"Now, that's more like it!" Moody crowed in his usual growl.
"Look at that you lot… Potter fought it! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you better pay attention - watch his eyes, that's where you see it. Very good Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"
"Thank you sir." Harry accepted the compliment, "I don't like being controlled sir."
"I can understand that Potter." Moody said, "Now class, let me teach you how to fight off the Imperius Curse." Moody quickly moved on and started to teach them how to meditate, as it would strengthen and help protect them from the curse.
So for the next hour or so, while the others were trying to meditate, including Hermione and Neville after being told by Moody that it would help them resist for longer, Harry used the time to pay back Malfoy for the morning. As he entered his meditative state he began to look for Malfoy using the shadows. Harry found out that if he put his mind to it, he could find anyone where there was a shadow, even if he wasn't in the shadow path himself. After a while he was able to find Malfoy and his two bodyguards walking through the corridors. Waiting until they started to making their way down a staircase with a lot of people around, Harry and made his move. Unseen by the gaggle of Slytherin's, Draco or his goons the shadow from the step they were on reached out and grabbed Goyle's feet causing him to stumble into Malfoy knocking himself, Draco and Crabbe down the stairs. Leaving the shadows he couldn't tell if they had been injured, but he could only hope they had been, severally, and if not there were always more stairs.
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"The way he acts," Neville muttered as they left the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom, "You'd think we were all going to be attacked at any moment."
"Yeah I know, but it IS a very real possibility with people like Malfoy and his gang around." Harry replied darkly, "Either that or he's trying to find out who is weak to the curse."
"And what would he do that for?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know," Harry muttered with narrowed eyes, "We'll have to wait and see."
"Yeah I know, but talk about paranoid…" Neville glanced nervously over his shoulder to make sure that Moody was definitely out of earshot as they went down to the Great Hall. "No wonder they were glad to get rid of him at the Ministry. Did you hear him telling Seamus what he did to that witch who shouted 'Boo' behind him on April Fools' Day? And when are we supposed to read up on resisting the Imperius Curse with everything else we've got to do?"
Harry nodded, "I know what you mean Nev, but as Professor McGonagall told us; our OWL's are drawing closer and some of us still can't do half of what we should be able to, so we need as much preparation as we can get, so we're ready for them."
As they talked about the other classes that they had, it wasn't long before they arrived in the Entrance Hall and found themselves unable to proceed due to the large crowd of students congregating there, all milling around a large sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase. Harry, the tallest of the three, stood on tiptoe to see over the heads in front of them and read the sign aloud to the other two:
TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT!
The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at 6 o'clock on Sunday the 30th of October. Students should return any items they have that day to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle to greet our guests before the Welcoming Feast.
"Only a month away!" Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff exclaimed, emerging from the crowd, his eyes gleaming. "I wonder if Cedric knows? Think I'll go and tell him…"
"Cedric?" Harry heard Ron say as Ernie hurried off.
"Diggory," Dean clarified. "He must be entering the tournament."
"That idiot, Hogwarts champion?" Ron snorted as he walked towards the Great Hall for his dinner.
"He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch." Hermione replied hotly, now hating the redhead outright for his comment about Luna deserving what happened to her. She was also trying to defend a fellow student. "I've heard he's a really good student, and he's a Prefect." The tone she used implied her argument settled the matter.
Ron turned around and said with a sneer, "You only like him because he's handsome."
"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" Hermione said indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded suspiciously like "Lockhart!" Before he left to go to the Great Hall for lunch.
As Neville and Hermione went to the Gryffindor's table, Harry went, much to everyone's shock, over to Slytherin's table. As he got there, he was sad to see that Malfoy was there, looking battered but otherwise fine, but not his bodyguards. He was the first to speak up and said with a sneer, "What are you doing over here Potter?"
"You're ego must be bigger then I though, not everything is about you. I'm here talk to all the Slytherin's that are interested in Quidditch so why don't you be quiet when your betters speak." Harry answered calmly before turning away from Draco as he addressed the rest of Slytherin table, "As you all know Quidditch was cancelled this year, however due to some talking with Professor McGonagall she has agreed to arrange a few friendly games of Quidditch this year. It would give us something to do whilst we wait for the tasks to begin for the Triwizard Tournament and although I have been told there'll be a few weeks when we can't play, it's better than absolutely nothing, which is the alternative."
"Why are you coming to us for this Potter," Asked a girl with silky black hair, deep violet eyes, a beautiful face, and perfect curves, "We all know you hate Slytherins."
"Greengrass, is it?" Harry asked the girl, a part of his brain dedicated to what every teenage boy thinks about for the majority of the day waxed poetically about fucking her. Unaware of these thoughts, the girl nodded, "I've got no problems with Slytherins, no matter what you've heard, no doubt from Ronald Weasley. Contrary to what you all seem to believe, I don't hate your house, in fact, according to the Sorting Hat I would have done well in your house. I chose Gryffindor because Malfoy was a smarmy git when we first met, Slytherins associations with Voldemort and well, being sorted into the 'cunning' house isn't really that cunning."
Although a few of the students flinched at Voldemort's name, most were giving Malfoy the evil eye knowing that he prevented Harry Potter from choosing their house, which could have cast their house in a better light. For some of the Death Eaters children, they'd missed the chance to gain great favour from the Dark Lord when he returned by giving him the person who defeated him. Harry had to hide his smirk as he saw the looks Malfoy was getting, he knew that he would be having a harder time in his own house from now on, something he was more than happy to see happen. So went on to say, "As I said, I could have been in Slytherin if it wasn't for those two, Vol - I mean You-Know-Who was from your House, so it put me off the idea a bit. Who would want to be in the same house as the person who killed your family?" The seated Slytherins' either nodded or just silently agreed, as they too would feel the same way about being sorted in the same house as the person who killed their parents. "But if it was decided I was meant to be in this House, I was willing to put it out of my mind, or at least try to, as I didn't think that all people in Slytherin could be evil. However, with Malfoy…" Harry noticed quite a few people leaned forward or were looking interested, so he took a deep breath and told his story of how he and Draco meet.
He wrapped up his tale with, "Anyway, enough about how Draco ruined any chance of me joining your house, I just wanted to let you all know about the friendly Quidditch games I'm hoping to set up so that you can get ready, should they happen. I'll inform you when or if it happens so you'll be prepared." And with that he went off to the other two House tables to let them know.
But before he could get to even the Ravenclaw table Snape came storming in with his cloak blowing behind him and shouted, "There you are Potter, I've been looking for you everywhere."
Harry couldn't help himself, and with a smirk he said, "You mustn't have been looking for me that well, as you should know I was in Defence before the bell rang for dinner."
"Ten points for your cheek Potter!" sneered Snape, "Now I have the word of Mr. Malfoy that you were responsible for him and his friends falling down the fifth floor staircase, I came here to take you to the Headmaster and get you expelled for your blatant assault of another student."
"I don't think so sir." Harry said with his own sneer. "I don't know what Malfoy told you, but I haven't seen him since this morning when he called my friends whores." As he thought about it, Harry was shocked that Malfoy hadn't rubbed his face in it, the Malfoy he knew would have blamed him for what happened, and gloated that Snape would expel him for it. But then again, as he thought about it, he didn't give the ass the chance to talk much before taking his leave from the Great Hall. "And it's not like the Headmaster will expel me, he needs me too much to do that."
"You'll be coming with me Potter, even if I have to stun you to do so." Snape said darkly.
"I don't think so Severus." said a voice behind them. As Snape turned round, he saw Minerva, "I've heard about the so called attack, and the witnesses say that Potter wasn't there and when it was supposed to happened Mr. Potter was in class. You can't punish Mr. Potter because of one students word while dozens of other students give a different, matching story." Snape seethed in rage for a few seconds as he thought up something else to say, but then left the Great Hall angrily. Once he left, she said to Harry, "I've been able to talk to Madam Hooch, and she said she would consider refereeing the friendly Quidditch matches, she'll let me know this weekend."
"Thanks for letting me know Professor McGonagall." Harry said with a smile, "I'm just letting people know about the idea so that if it happens, they'll be ready for it." And with that he went off to tell the others about the friendly Quidditch.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff went much more smoothly then Slytherin, everyone was happy and excited about the idea. When he went back to his own table about it people like Ron weren't happy that he was talking to the 'snakes', but that quickly changed when they found out about the Quidditch matches idea. Although they didn't like the Slytherin's inclusion they were more interested in Quidditch, and when they weren't cheating, as much as they hated to admit it, Slytherin did give them a good game, along with the 'Claws.
8th of October 1994
The appearance of the sign in the entrance hall had a marked effect upon the inhabitants of the castle, and over the next week there seemed to be only one topic of conversation no matter where Harry went; the Triwizard Tournament. Rumours were flying from student to student like highly contagious germs; who was going to try for Hogwarts champion, what would the tournament involve, how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang differed from themselves.
Harry noticed that the castle itself seemed to be undergoing an extra-thorough cleaning. Several grimy portraits had been scrubbed, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat huddled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces. The suits of armour were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking. Argus Filch, the caretaker, was behaving so ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes that he terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics. Which annoyed Harry in particular because they were Boy-Who-Lived fangirls and he had been in eyesight when it happened, meaning they had suddenly latched onto him in a death-grip until they calmed down, despite being almost a whole fifty yards away when it happened. It wasn't all bad though, as he got more than one impressed look from the girls that had seen him comforting the first years or had heard about it later.
Speaking of Filch, he was finally able to nail his damnable cat Mrs. Norris. Sadly for Harry, his plan backfired on him, as after he fucked the cat he wandered off and changed back into his human form, the worst thing he could have done because she now knew who he was; and so consequently whenever she wasn't with her owner she was following him like a lost puppy, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her again. Hermione giggled when she learnt this, saying he only had himself to blame, as he shouldn't have became human in front of her. The only up side to it was that if she caught him out after curfew she would lead Filch away from where he was.
During the week his training of the Maine Coon was getting better. With his improving skills he got from being a Kneazle so often, his insight into the Maine Coon's mind along with his rapidly improving mind delving abilities he had a better idea of what she was thinking; it also helped to improve the effectiveness of his training. He now felt confident that she was almost completely under his control; given a bit more time and with just a few growls, she would do what he wanted instantly without the need to send images into her mind.
During his time with Mrs. Norris and the Maine Coon, he started to understand a bit more of their mews and growls. It was slow going, the words still rather disjointed, but at least he could understand a bit more now.
He was finally able to visit Hagrid as well, it'd been a while and with his 'Pets,' Hermione, fucking the Maine Coon and his training, he hadn't had the time to do so. Harry found out that Hagrid was truly happy with the changes that had been made, as he now able to teach about the animals he liked and knew very well. Hagrid had been shocked about him and Ron no longer being friends, but seeing firsthand how Ron acted to the changes in Harry's life, he could understand why Harry no longer wanted to be the redhead's friend. At least he had a friend in Luna, a girl Hagrid liked, as she liked the same animals as he did.
Harry was surprised to find that he completely mastered his Owl form within just a few days. He was overjoyed at his quick progress and took advantage of it by flying with Hedwig, which was great fun. He'd only been able to fly with her couple of times, but he was looking forward to doing it more. Some bonding time with his Familiar while feeling the exhilaration of flying under his own power was just what he needed to relax after a hard days worth of training.
As for trying to make Ginny his Pet, it hadn't gotten far, not only was he busy with class, training, and fucking Hermione, Luna and Medusa. Ron was keeping an eye on her, making sure that he wasn't able to get near her - it was a pain. But it didn't bother him too much, he knew that in time if it meant to be, things would work out.
Yesterday was his last detention with Minerva and they sorted out when they would meet for his extra classes. After a bit of searching they both found their schedules became freed up at relatively the same time on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so that was when they agreed to meet for lessons.
It was Saturday morning and he was down on the Quidditch Pitch with Madam Hooch, earlier that week Minerva had informed him that Madam Hooch had agreed to the friendly matches; but only as long as it was only every other weekend. Harry was more than happy to agree with this, as it would help him with his plans to make friends with the other houses.
Once everyone who wanted to play Quidditch had arrived Harry stepped forward and said loudly, "Thank you all for coming! As you know, thanks to the Triwizard Tournament, normal Quidditch games have been cancelled. But after a talk with Professor McGonagall, I was able to get a few friendly matches over the next year. In fact, it'll be every other week or two. However, there will be a few times that we can't play, as the pitch will be used for the Tournament." Here there were many outbursts about the news, but Harry used his wand to make a loud bang to stop them. Once everyone was silent again he went on to say, "I know that you don't like - I don't either - but there's nothing we can do about it. What we CAN do is make the best of a bad situation.
"Anyway, onto the friendly matches, first off they are friendly games, ANYONE who purposely hurts someone, I'll drag off the pitch and throw in the lake. This is for people who like Quidditch, and want to be better friends. Houses here mean nothing, if you can't let go of the House Rivalries then you're not welcome. But if you can, or you can keep it to yourself, you can stay, you don't have to make friends with anyone else if you don't want to. I should warn everyone, especially you Malfoy," Harry added as he gave the blonde a glare, "If you call anyone 'Mudblood,' I'll drag you off the pitch and throw you in the lake… from a hundred feet up in the air.
"As for today, I'm afraid there won't be a game but there will be one tomorrow, and after this there'll be two games every two weeks or so. Today is simply to make sure you all know what's going on and to see who wants to play. To be fair, whoever plays one game won't be able to play the next two games, which should equal out to playing once a week. Madam Hooch here will be the one to pick the Captains, and they'll pick the players for that game. The requirements for the team are; there has to be at least one person from each house, and they can't all be from an official House Team. This could be good for the Captains, as you'll be able to see if the player is good enough before picking them for their respective team next year. Once a captain is chosen the team he or she picks is not set in stone, but they do have dibs on whoever their team was in their previous game if they want to keep the team together. Now that you all know the rules, I'll hand you all over to Madam Hooch, who'll pick the Captains for tomorrow's game."
Madam Hooch took over seamlessly and picked two people; Graham Montague, a Slytherin, and Cho Chang, who would be playing the next day as captains against each other. Teams were chosen, and Harry was frankly surprised to find that neither captain had even considered him for Seeker. Still, he enjoyed Quidditch and the lack of being in the game gave him an opportunity. Daphne, her sister Astoria, and Daphne's friend Tracey, all three absolutely gorgeous, in Harry's humble opinion, were avid Quidditch fans and they all wanted to play as Chasers. They, like himself, weren't chosen, and he'd overheard them talking to each other about watching the game. Before the gathered students left for the day, leaving the people that were chosen for the next day's game to practice with each other, he informed everyone that once Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived he would be asking them to join in the friendly games as well. Many of them cheered at this news and couldn't wait to have this happen. Harry finished off by playing a bit dirty and taunting his fellow students about looking bad in front of the other schools if they didn't drop the house rivalry's.
So when the next day rolled around, Harry was less then interested in the game itself, not only because he wasn't playing, but because of how it was being played. Both teams were clearly thrown haphazardly together and cooperation was minimal; the teams spent more time fighting then paying attention to the other team. He could understand why, they only had a day to learn to be a team, and it would take some time to obtain the needed level of camaraderie, especially if teams would change every so often. But he knew that over time it would be easier for them all.
During the game, Harry sat with Daphne, her sister Astoria, and Daphne's friend Tracey. The three were a bit wary of him because of the House Rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Harry flat out told them that it was entirely likely everything they knew about him was either false, or wildly exaggerated before clearing his throat, and introducing himself, offering to start over from square one with a fresh slate. The girls looked traded looks and quickly made up their mind before introducing themselves and offering him a seat. The mood was significantly less tense from then on and small talk about how rubbish both teams were and how they could do better if they were playing flowed easily.
After the match, which Cho's team won, Dumbledore asked Harry to give a few words, since he set it all up. So Harry thanked every who played and watched before stressing how important it was to work together, no matter who you were teamed with. After he was done he called for Madam Hooch, requesting she name the next four captains so they could spend the next two weeks practising and thus have a better chance at having more effective synergy. Madam Hooch, after a few minutes of thinking, picked the next four captains; Marcus Belby of Ravenclaw, Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff, Adrian Pucey of Slytherin, and Harry Potter of Gryffindor. Harry was the first to be picked, so he was next to the Weasley Twins requesting they be his Beaters before the second Captain was even announce. Ginny, Daphne and Astoria were next, rounding off his needed amount of Chasers, a move that would allowed him to get closer to all three of them. By this time the people that wanted to play certain positions, under the suggestion of Madam Hooch, had all gathered in groups, so Harry was easily able to make a decision since he could see what he had to choose from for Keeper. There were plenty of able body's students, Ronald among them trying not to look like he wasn't desperate to be picked, but one girl stood out. She was barely as tall as a first years, even though he knew she was the same age as he was but the way she held herself caught Harry's eye. Going with his gut feeling he walked over to the girl to make her his Keeper, ignoring the snickering of several of the students around him and the pleased looks the other Captains were giving him; clearly, they thought he'd given their Chaser's free reign of his hoops. Su Li said nothing, which was normal for her; he'd heard she rarely spoke, but her eyes narrowed slightly at the people laughing at her supposed inability. Harry caught her eye and gave her a confident smirk before gesturing to where his team was gathered. She gave a minute nod and wordlessly joined him as he walked over to his now complete team.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note: Here ends another chapter of this story, I hope you like this and how the story is going so far. Now if you like, (even you didn't) please spare a few more minutes and let me know what you think and any ideas you might have. It's thanks to you all that I can write this story, as without your thoughts or ideas, I wouldn't be able this much.
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Omake: Hermione's Revelation About Harry by CatWriter.
Harry had just finished a round with Hermione and, though tired, he still couldn't sleep and settled for a bit of a cuddle with his Mate and friend. Still in their cat-person forms they blended together beautifully; even their tails intertwining in Harmony.
"My Alpha, I've been thinking." Hermione said.
"Oh oh, this can't be good." Harry quietly joked.
"Shush you, anyway, are you going to make the Vixens mates or pets." She asked.
"Neither, they're just people I need to get the things and people we need to start the tribe." Harry answered honestly.
"Wait, so they're not pets or mates, what they are your… hoes?" Hermione questioned as she sat up and looked at him confused.
"Well, I guess so, yes. I never thought of them as that, I just thought they were friends with benefits, who did the occasional favour, but yes, I guess they could be called my hoes." Harry said slightly puzzled.
"Let me get this straight, you have me, Luna, Medusa, and who knows who else, and now you have three hoes, you can use and send to other guys as well?" Hermione asked.
"The mere thought of anybody touching you, Luna, or Medusa makes me want to kill something, but I supposed that's a correct assessment of the Chasers situation, yeah. Why?" Harry queried.
"Harry you are… I can't believe I'm saying this… You're the PIMP of Hogwarts. Heaven help us all." Hermione said shocked, and a little amused.
"Okay, but I'm not getting the oversized brimmed Hats with the really long feather, or the fur coats, or platform shoes, although I wouldn't mind one of the mile long Cadillacs, especially the ones with the hot tub where the trunk should be. Or a cane, I would really love a kickass pimp cane." Harry said as he smiled dreamily, thinking about the car and wondering where he could get one. It should be able to hold all of his women, making it a purchase that was well worth it.
"Harry, my Alpha, you're right about one thing. You couldn't be normal if I held a wand on you." Hermione said, shaking her head and she laid back to down to go back to sleep.
He chuckled, "I suppose… I wonder what Patrick will say about all this." Harry said with an amused smile as he closed his eyes to get a couple or more hours sleep, since it was Saturday.
TO BE CONTINUED !!!.