Aha, here we are at the fourth chapter! *evil grin*

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Disclaimer: Ms. Joanne Kathleen Rowling is the owner of Harry Potter, not I.

Rating: Should be PG-13 anyway

LOVE IN THE STARS - CARRIE

Love in the Stars

Chapter Four

Cho, not noticing anything, was slightly pink, and also looked deeply annoyed with the kiss, "Terry!"

"What is it?" asked Terry, "you know my usual greet."

"Yes, well, but," Cho sighed, then turned to Harry, "I hope you'll forgive him this time. I'll be sure to watch out and avoid next time." Harry gave a weak smile and muttered, "it's ok not like you are my girlfriend." Yet, thought Harry.

Cho did not hear and was now pointing to the sky with a scream of delight, "Oh look! I think it's them!"

The sight was — well — peculiar. Out of the clouds had a huge balloon appears, or so it seemed. It was silver and balloon shaped, but with at least thirty holes all around it, and 15 of them had a long stick coming out of it — like a broomstick, Harry squinted — and there were kids sitting on the sticks, with a man sitting in the stick in the center. Harry wondered what on earth the thing was, but then as soon as the thing touched ground, everyone flew out and on to the ground on broomsticks (the sticks were really broomstick handles as Harry had guessed correctly).

The man flew down next to Krum, "Rather old Quidditch transporter, but it was as least better than flying on brooms over." He was a rather short old man with a nice structured clear face, though a little bald. He had merry brown eyes and a very nice laugh that made you want to smile too.

Krum grinned and shook hands with him, "Mr. Ackins! Harry, Cho, Draco, Jonas, Terry, Mary (the blonde professional), this is Mr. Volvus Ackins." He turned back to him and the kids, "Your journey went well? You must all be tired, I presume. Come on, let's get you inside just in time for the feast. In the meantime, you can get acquainted with your trainers!"

A dark boy with a military cut spoke loudly, "Why do we have to be trained by teenagers anyway? We are almost there."

"You gotta watch out for this one," the man whispered to Krum.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," Krum said and turned to the boy, "What's your name?"

"Rakes, Gilbert Rakes," said the boy promptly.

"Well Rakes, you know who I am?" questioned Krum.

"Yup, the famous Victor Krum!" he said excitedly.

"And I started playing for Bulgaria at a very young age," said Krum, "and I just turned 20 this year."

"Woah," the boy exclaimed.

They headed back to the castle for the feast while Mr. Ackins told the trainers who will be in which team, "Well, let's see," he said walking from seeker to seeker excitedly, "Harry Potter!" He flicked his eyes on his scar, "And Cho Chang. You two, along with Terry, now, will be working with Ruby Lan, Mark Norm, Jamie Schrinder, Harvey McKings, Wilma Horns, Daniel Zamista, and Gilbert Rakes. Now, Draco Malfoy, and Jonas Tomkins.."

"How do you feel, Harry?" asked Krum as he caught up with him after meeting each kid.

"Fine, just fine," said Harry grinning.

"You don't look it," said Krum with a slight frown, "Now Harry, if there's anything you need, don't be afraid to ask. We are doing this for charity to the kids and so the Quidditch match will be paid entrance, but what's most important is that you have fun."

"Yeah, I know, Victor," said Harry, "I'm fine. I can handle it. Ah, there's Ron and Hermione." Krum's face lightened too.

Harry wanted to tell them about what he saw, but Cho waved to him, "Come on Harry, Terry, our kids, and I are going to sit at the Ravenclaw table, why don't you come too? We can meet everyone."

Harry assumed that she didn't mean her friends and joined her. Finally a good sign! He had been able to get the spot to her left! Then, to his disappointment, Terry sat to Cho's right. Harry scowled, but then turned to the girls opposite him. "Maybe we should learn each other's names?" He suggested.

The girls giggled and the white girl said, "We already know who you are."

The asian girl continued, "Harry Potter!"

The black girl smiled, "and well, I'm Wilma Horns."

"Nice to meet you," said Harry and who are your two friends?"

"That's Jamie Schrinder," said Wilma, "and -"

"I'm Ruby Lan," said the asian girl.

"Uh, ok," said Harry trying to remember them all and turning to the boys at the same time as he is trying to avoid the girls' giggles. Giggling should definitely be banned, he decided.

"So what do you think Harry?" asked Cho scooping some Yorkshire Pie.

"Pretty nice," said Harry cutting up his fish, "I can't wait to see what they can do in the air, but I'm sure they are all talented."

"That's a nice thing to say," said Cho smiling.

"Uh, we just began our flying lessons," said Gilbert Rakes quickly, "it took ages to get everyone onto the Quidditch transporter. I'm glad we don't have very professional teachers, now you can teach Mark Norm to fall faster!"

Harry darkened, "Why would you even wish such thing?" Though he knew very well that it would be the saying thing he wished for Malfoy if they were these kids. He ignored the insult however.

"Hates his guts," said Gilbert Rakes quite unabashed.

"Well you have to learn to get along with him," said Cho, "he is after all your team mate now and you must all work together if you want to win."

"Like we are working together already," Terry's silky voice traveled down and he put his arm around Cho, "aren't we now?"

"Oh stop it Terry," said Cho, "how embarrassing!" She was slightly pink and wiggled off his arm.

When Harry went back to the Gryffindor common room, he met Ron and Hermione there and told them about what he knew of Terry Larkam. They were both less shocked and worried than Harry imagined. In fact, they seemed kind of confident, but maybe that's because he did kill Voldemort before, not by dark art - Dumbledore hates that - but by some mystic magic conceived inside him.

"Resign from the team," was Hermione's first reaction.

"Just kill him, no one will care about a death eater killed," said Ron, "and you might get some nice big reward. Better yet, let me kill that bastard, I need the gold."

"No Ron," said Hermione sharply, "You-Know-Who is dead now, so why would Terry ever want to risk killing Harry? There's nothing in for him."

"All the death eaters are supposed to go to prison, Hermione," said Ron.

"He could be innocent," said Hermione stubbornly, "I read about some of the trials of the dark wizards in the trial book of records when You-Know-Who was still at large and some of those wizards were innocent!"

"Of course not everybody who goes to trial is guilty, Hermione," said Ron, "but all death eaters are definitely guilty. Have you ever heard of an innocent guy working for You-Know-Who? Come on Harry, what do you think?"

Anyone who kisses Cho and puts his arm around her is definitely not innocent, but Harry knew that this was more important, "Well, everybody thought Sirius was guilty and it turned out wrong. Hey wait! I should send him an owl!"

"Exactly my point," said Hermione, "and yeah, send Sirius an owl."

"Alright," said Harry ripping a piece of parchment and picking up a quill.

Dear Sirius,

How are you back at your house? I'm still bursting with relief that your trial went well. Everything's fine here. Well, not really. This guy Terry showed up and he is Cho's ex-boyfriend. He's the professional that's working with us, you know, I told you before. Anyway, I saw a skull on his arm, and that's the mark of a death eater. What do you think I should do?

Harry

"How's that?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, fine," said Ron, "and since Hedwig's up at the owlery, you can borrow Pig who is coming, right about now."

They watched the little owl fluttering in, throwing a letter at Ron, and then starts flying around jittering. Ron grabbed Pig and handed him to Harry. Meanwhile, he opened his own letter, "Aw man, mom's informing me how proud she is of Percy becoming the head of that stupid international cooperation department. You know, the one Crouch was in."

Pig set off again with Harry's letter, and their conversation returned to the subject of Terry. "Look it this way," said Ron, "Sirius never had a skull on his arm. Terry on the other hand is more than likely to be planning to kill Harry. How many people go around with You-Know-Who's sign on their arms? Of course, unless Harry saw it wrong. You are sure of what you saw, aren't you Harry?"

"Yeah of course I'm sure, but then again, you might be right," said Harry, "I was a little dazed with Terry just jumped up behind our backs and grabbed Cho."

"Not to worry," said Hermione with a little smile, "I have a way to dispense the horror or Terry Larkam publicly. Just, let Ron and I come to watch you train the kids with Terry next Tuesday."

"Wonder what she's gonna do," said Ron as he and Harry climbed to their dormitory.

"No idea, but I don't like the 'public' part," said Harry, "people are going to be down right scared if she meant by telling it to everyone."

Tuesday came swiftly enough and Hermione, Ron, and Harry headed towards the Quidditch field. They were going through the doors that led to the audience seats and just as Ron and Hermione were just about to enter the door with Harry to the door that lead to the field, they heard a voice that made their insides freeze.

"Avada Kedavra!"

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Aren't I mean? :P