Harry Potter and the Collegium of New Avalon
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 5
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (HP/CC, Hermione/Other, Ron/Other)
Content: Fantasy Violence, Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Weasley, or even
You-know-who as they all belong to one very special author in England who is
not me. The events in this story make no claim to anything of J.K. Rowlings
but attempt to create a fantasy story of what will happen to them in college
and tell an amusing tale, which I hope you'll enjoy.
Harry surveyed the Quidditch field as he leaned on his Firebolt, which was still after five years one of the best brooms on his team. Then again Harry was under the slightest impression his team had been picked deliberately for reasons that they were not the most stellar of the group. It was possibly just his paranoia because all the players were good he was sure but all of them had been fairly middle of the road with no real amazing Quidditch players among them save possibly Harry and while didn't want to sound arrogant heWAS that good.
'And we're facing everyone who is that good.' Harry noted looking at the team he had been set up against which included Baal Krell, Cho, and the figures he'd seen earlier. From the looks of their uniforms he imagined he was playing the actual first-string team of the New Avalon Dragons. It all didn't make very much sense until he thought about what Ron had said.
'We're going to be on wizard TV….Mrs. Krell wants her son and team to look good for the cameras.' Harry blinked wondering how he could not have noticed it until now.
"So what are we going to do Captain?" one of his teammates, Gawain he thought his name was, asked.
"Captain?" Harry turned around and looked at the players realizing that pretty much everyone had come to the exact same conclusion he had regarding the Quidditch match scrimmage they were playing against the others.
"Well you're the Seeker and look pretty good with a Firebolt." Gawain pointed out. Most of the others had even older Nimbus class brooms while the college team had Firebolt-2000's.
Harry then got a grin on his face. He was fairly sure the odds had been stacked against him unfairly and that hurt indeed but he knew that he had been through MUCH MUCH worse before and humiliating Baal Krell and the others would be a great way to get on the team, get a reputation, do the right thing, and impress Cho.
Harry frowned and bit his tongue 'Easier said then done.'
"Okay I've got a strategy here.." Harry got the Chasers and Beaters in a huddle with him as he began sharing his plan.
***
'Well it's not much of a plan but it's going to work…I hope.' Harry got set on his broom as he looked at the others. Harry had never succeeded in being Captain because frankly he didn't want to be and his strategy had never been quite the equal of Neville Longbottom's once he developed his love of flanking. Still he'd played the game enough to know that if he could find the snitch early and keep everyone else from scoring one hundred and fifty points by the time he found it with the maneuvers he remembered and had gone over his team with, he knew even an outmatched team could win.
"Okay I want a good clean game. No punches, no fake outs to get the other's to crash, no hexes from the stands…I mean you Baal." Harry involuntarily twitched as the Leprechaun referee mentioned hexes from the stand and the demented Professor Quirrel's attempts to kill him came back to him. "…and absolutely NO wand work."
Harry looked at Baal Krell's broom and blinked as he noted the thing was just as gigantic as him, it didn't look entirely legal how big it was. The broom also had two switch endings at the back and was covered in glyphs, which Harry had rarely seen on brooms, they were usually too small to be noticeable.
.
"If you don't look to hard for the Snitch I won't jigsaw hex you into twenty pieces after this….or during." Baal Krell smiled at him as the two teams shook hands, Baal saying the words under his breath like they were "good luck".
"Right…I'll keep that in mind." Harry said before he blinked, he didn't exactly like the idea of a jigsaw hex no matter his determination to win. Still he had never really stayed out of fights before and he certainly wasn't going to stay out now. Especially with a guy who looked like a wizard Dudley ever since the little pork chop had taken up fanatical body-building.
The brooms took off the moment the referee tossed the balls and they began zooming into the air and immediately Harry was trapped in the most hair raising Quidditch match he'd ever been involved in before.
Sliding along the edges of the field for a good view, Harry got his first impression that the beaters were deliberately targeting him more than anyone else. Which was just ridiculous strategy. Ducking up the bludgers sailing towards his head he moved underneath Hannibal Smodeus as the New Dragon's chaser tried to decapitate him by flying low he was sure. Spinning underneath Cho he managed to get a good look at the first quarter of the field.
"Breathe." Harry said checking the second quarter before he caught a glimpse of Gawain getting his head slammed in the back of by a vicious bludger shot from over the head as Moloch Krush deliberately drove him into a wreck with another team, causing both of them to fall into each other and land in a role ten feet below. Harry imagined Cho was looking embarrassed and he himself was beginning to wonder if he wanted to be on this team.
Explosions of light and fire occurred just to the side as the field as Harry almost barely avoiding running into one of his own team as she was being chased by Moloch, she then did a full stop and Harry watched the Beater sail past her square into the bludger he had just thrown in front of her to slam into, greatly more painful and dangerous than just hitting someone with it from behind. Harry turned his attention back to the front as he saw Baal Krell holding his arm out to slug him on mid air and her ducked barely in time to avoid being knocked fully off twenty feet in the air.
'When this is done I'm going to curse that pudgy nose of yours off Baal.' Harry then blinked widely as his glasses steamed a bit from the heat of the summer mixed with coming rain, still he saw something that he couldn't get out of his mind as he dived down through the mass of dueling chasers and beaters. Harry had spotted the Golden Snitch.
***
"What a lousy bunch of cheaters!" Ron called into the air, making a gesture that was entirely inappropriate for polite society towards Baal Krell. The wizard's finger was a very rude gesture after all. Focusing his omnioculars on Harry, Ron blinked and then started looking toward the explosions of fire and light where he spotted the witch-cheerers practicing their routine and immediately focusing his gauze on Isolde. "But I must say this game does have advantages."
"Ron, watch the game! Harry's in a gauntlet!" Hermione said slapping Ron over the shoulder as she bent over Phillip in the stands.
"I must say this game is dramatic….and brutal." Phillip cradled Hermes who was giving a similar wizard finger towards Krell and sticking out his tongue in extremely unpleasant manner jumping up and down in the young student's. The rabbit like most wizardly animals he understood possessed an intelligence and personality far beyond what was commonly observed by house rabbits, then again most house pets have little to talk about trapped in a tiny cage that they are the man imagined.
"Well it's pretty tame usually but the Dragons have a reputation for ferocity. They nearly won the ICQ cup last year." Ron said.
"The ICQ?" Phillip blinked.
"International Collegium Quidditch cup." Ron replied watching Harry and his team get trounced, already two of his guys had been taken off the field by halfling medics whom Ron was fairly sure were also stripping the bodies of anything of interest at the time, still great healers.
"Cho scored!" Hermione blinked smiling before frowning realizing that was a bad thing. She'd always liked the spunky Ravenclaw girl whom she was sure probably would have gone to Gryffindor if she hadn't been so analytical, which said quite a bit about herself Hermione said.
"Well I hope Harry doesn't get hurt." Phillip said sighing as he hugged his rabbit and hoped Alicorns really did have healing properties.
***
Harry sailed toward the Golden Snitch with as much speed as his Fire-bolt could muster and that was quite a bit. He'd often considered having Sirius take a look at it and upgrade it a bit but he honestly wasn't sure what could be done to fix it better as he saw the 2001 Firebolts in action they went faster all right and they went faster quicker but he was fairly sure that it had less control.
'and control is what I need right now.' Harry breathed moving under bludgers and zig zagging through the other broom riders next to him as he spotted the golden snitch bouncing along but not fast enough to avoid his Firebolt.
Harry then felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he instinctively moved right and felt the rush of wind that accompanied Baal Krell's massive modified firebolt blew past him like it's namesake might and Harry got a feeling how Baal Krell avoided crashes, everyone else got out of his way.
'Well I'm not going to be one of them' Harry howled to himself as he moved as fast as he could while Baal slowed down to catch the snitch and slammed himself full into Baal's broom driving him away into a spin as Harry himself was slammed into a spin by Baal's heavy fist.
"GIT!" Harry screamed doing his best to do a loop de loop and get back in control of his broom. The Snitch was forgotten as Harry turned himself directly towards Baal who had turned himself directly towards Harry. Like two medieval knights the two sailed directly at each other with their chargers. Baal coming upwards and Harry going directly down wards at the Dragon seeker.
"ARRRRRRRROOOOOOOO!" Baal let out some kind of battle-cry which Harry thought was the Dragons cheer as Harry moved underneath the warrior in the nick of time as he tried to move full force at Harry's broom in an amazingly STUPID maneuver. Pulling up Harry smiled as he went directly at the snitch.
"SUCKER!" Harry called knowing the score was only 110 to 10.
It was then the broken nosed Moloch lifted beat his bludger directly into the backside of Harry's head and sent him into a spinning roll, as he slowed down to get the snitch, off his broom. Harry's world promptly went black.
***
Harry blinked with bleary eyes as the world began to slowly return to him while it remained extremely fuzzy. He wasn't entirely sure he didn't have a concussion but in the end it was probably the fact his glasses were broken and not on his face that made everything so impossible to see.
"I think he's coming to!" Hermione said as he thought he made out her form.
"Well best to make sure." He heard Lilith Krell's voice as her hideously large giant bone wand loomed over Harry and the words echoed "AWAKENUS!"
Harry then felt himself electrocuted as he jolted upwards and his arms and legs moved out in every conceivable direction before he was on the ground perfectly fine with his hair standing on end and his glasses to one side.
"Ouch Harry!" Ron slapped him on the back.
"You really took a nasty spill." He felt his hand being held by someone else's and they were both warm and inviting, Cho. He wished he could see the look on her face at that point.
"Well that was some half-way decent flying kid. You fought people who played dirty and you played dirty too in return. I like that." Lilith Krell's voice was complimentary but Harry felt very ashamed for trying to knock her son off his broom just because he was being a fool in the air. "I can put you on as a seeker alternate on the game or if your willing to chase as well as you seek and put in the hours, I'm willing to give you a try out for chaser first string."
Harry got the impression everyone was looking at him and while it galled him he was going to be reduced to chasing with a lummox like that as Seeker he nodded "Chaser."
'I want to get noticed.'
Harry felt a kiss on his cheek from Cho, at least he hoped it was Cho.
"I'll see you tonight."
***
"Well I gotta say Harry you did some serious flying out there. I loved the way you just pounded into that crude backstabbing monster of a ogre-blood." Ron thought of a few more choice words as Hermione just looked at him.
"Ron of all people I think you by now would know better than to insult someone's heritage…" Hermione blinked "even if he is a dirty no good lying cheating backstabber."
"Hermione!" Harry looked at her as Phillip did as well, the young man having been following her like a puppy since they'd met on the boat. Harry was alittle annoyed by the man's causal insertion to his social group but he had to admit the man was being polite and he felt a little sorry for the klutz. Plus Dumbledore had vouched for the man so Harry felt a, certain kinship.
"Well he is! Look at what he did to you in the air and what his teammates did! It was disgusting! You should quit now while your still playing fair." Hermione said simply walking along.
"Isn't that a bit har…" Phillip inserted himself into a conversation he was completely in over his head in and stopped speaking with a deep breath as Hermione looked at him and Harry. "Never mind."
"Well in any case I've got your revenge on Baal Harry." Ron said proudly as they began leaving.
Harry looked at Ron who had a silly little grin on his face, which made the hairs on Harry's neck stand up, though that may have been leftover charge from the awakening charm.
"Ron what are you doing?" Harry asked simply.
"Well it turns out that letter WASN'T to you Harry and that Isolde wants to meet me as soon as possible. Her boyfriends a real scumbag and I think he is cheating on her, how just like a dumb jock…" Ron spoke before Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Well you excluded of course Harry…and Cho." Ron got a bit uneasy.
"I'm not even going to answer that Ron. At least we have the rest of the day off." Harry sighed, feeling quite worn down after the Quidditch try-outs. He had to admit he was thinking heavily about Cho and what they would do once they got the chance to meet later himself, the difference being Cho wasn't already seeing someone else who knew something called a jigsaw hex.
Harry then noticed Hermione was looking guilty. "What now?"
"Well there's this really nice librarian here at the college and it's kind of sad but he can't do his job due to a faulty memory charm so I volunteered us to help him reorganize the books today." The young dentists' daughter smiled.
"I was sympathetic so I volunteered to help." Phillip said as Hermione smiled.
"All day." She replied.
"All day." Ron repeated as Harry cupped his face with his hands.
***
-TO BE CONTINUED
-Charlemagne
Author: Charlemagne
Part: 5
Rated: PG
Genre: Action Adventure/Mild Romance (HP/CC, Hermione/Other, Ron/Other)
Content: Fantasy Violence, Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Weasley, or even
You-know-who as they all belong to one very special author in England who is
not me. The events in this story make no claim to anything of J.K. Rowlings
but attempt to create a fantasy story of what will happen to them in college
and tell an amusing tale, which I hope you'll enjoy.
Harry surveyed the Quidditch field as he leaned on his Firebolt, which was still after five years one of the best brooms on his team. Then again Harry was under the slightest impression his team had been picked deliberately for reasons that they were not the most stellar of the group. It was possibly just his paranoia because all the players were good he was sure but all of them had been fairly middle of the road with no real amazing Quidditch players among them save possibly Harry and while didn't want to sound arrogant heWAS that good.
'And we're facing everyone who is that good.' Harry noted looking at the team he had been set up against which included Baal Krell, Cho, and the figures he'd seen earlier. From the looks of their uniforms he imagined he was playing the actual first-string team of the New Avalon Dragons. It all didn't make very much sense until he thought about what Ron had said.
'We're going to be on wizard TV….Mrs. Krell wants her son and team to look good for the cameras.' Harry blinked wondering how he could not have noticed it until now.
"So what are we going to do Captain?" one of his teammates, Gawain he thought his name was, asked.
"Captain?" Harry turned around and looked at the players realizing that pretty much everyone had come to the exact same conclusion he had regarding the Quidditch match scrimmage they were playing against the others.
"Well you're the Seeker and look pretty good with a Firebolt." Gawain pointed out. Most of the others had even older Nimbus class brooms while the college team had Firebolt-2000's.
Harry then got a grin on his face. He was fairly sure the odds had been stacked against him unfairly and that hurt indeed but he knew that he had been through MUCH MUCH worse before and humiliating Baal Krell and the others would be a great way to get on the team, get a reputation, do the right thing, and impress Cho.
Harry frowned and bit his tongue 'Easier said then done.'
"Okay I've got a strategy here.." Harry got the Chasers and Beaters in a huddle with him as he began sharing his plan.
***
'Well it's not much of a plan but it's going to work…I hope.' Harry got set on his broom as he looked at the others. Harry had never succeeded in being Captain because frankly he didn't want to be and his strategy had never been quite the equal of Neville Longbottom's once he developed his love of flanking. Still he'd played the game enough to know that if he could find the snitch early and keep everyone else from scoring one hundred and fifty points by the time he found it with the maneuvers he remembered and had gone over his team with, he knew even an outmatched team could win.
"Okay I want a good clean game. No punches, no fake outs to get the other's to crash, no hexes from the stands…I mean you Baal." Harry involuntarily twitched as the Leprechaun referee mentioned hexes from the stand and the demented Professor Quirrel's attempts to kill him came back to him. "…and absolutely NO wand work."
Harry looked at Baal Krell's broom and blinked as he noted the thing was just as gigantic as him, it didn't look entirely legal how big it was. The broom also had two switch endings at the back and was covered in glyphs, which Harry had rarely seen on brooms, they were usually too small to be noticeable.
.
"If you don't look to hard for the Snitch I won't jigsaw hex you into twenty pieces after this….or during." Baal Krell smiled at him as the two teams shook hands, Baal saying the words under his breath like they were "good luck".
"Right…I'll keep that in mind." Harry said before he blinked, he didn't exactly like the idea of a jigsaw hex no matter his determination to win. Still he had never really stayed out of fights before and he certainly wasn't going to stay out now. Especially with a guy who looked like a wizard Dudley ever since the little pork chop had taken up fanatical body-building.
The brooms took off the moment the referee tossed the balls and they began zooming into the air and immediately Harry was trapped in the most hair raising Quidditch match he'd ever been involved in before.
Sliding along the edges of the field for a good view, Harry got his first impression that the beaters were deliberately targeting him more than anyone else. Which was just ridiculous strategy. Ducking up the bludgers sailing towards his head he moved underneath Hannibal Smodeus as the New Dragon's chaser tried to decapitate him by flying low he was sure. Spinning underneath Cho he managed to get a good look at the first quarter of the field.
"Breathe." Harry said checking the second quarter before he caught a glimpse of Gawain getting his head slammed in the back of by a vicious bludger shot from over the head as Moloch Krush deliberately drove him into a wreck with another team, causing both of them to fall into each other and land in a role ten feet below. Harry imagined Cho was looking embarrassed and he himself was beginning to wonder if he wanted to be on this team.
Explosions of light and fire occurred just to the side as the field as Harry almost barely avoiding running into one of his own team as she was being chased by Moloch, she then did a full stop and Harry watched the Beater sail past her square into the bludger he had just thrown in front of her to slam into, greatly more painful and dangerous than just hitting someone with it from behind. Harry turned his attention back to the front as he saw Baal Krell holding his arm out to slug him on mid air and her ducked barely in time to avoid being knocked fully off twenty feet in the air.
'When this is done I'm going to curse that pudgy nose of yours off Baal.' Harry then blinked widely as his glasses steamed a bit from the heat of the summer mixed with coming rain, still he saw something that he couldn't get out of his mind as he dived down through the mass of dueling chasers and beaters. Harry had spotted the Golden Snitch.
***
"What a lousy bunch of cheaters!" Ron called into the air, making a gesture that was entirely inappropriate for polite society towards Baal Krell. The wizard's finger was a very rude gesture after all. Focusing his omnioculars on Harry, Ron blinked and then started looking toward the explosions of fire and light where he spotted the witch-cheerers practicing their routine and immediately focusing his gauze on Isolde. "But I must say this game does have advantages."
"Ron, watch the game! Harry's in a gauntlet!" Hermione said slapping Ron over the shoulder as she bent over Phillip in the stands.
"I must say this game is dramatic….and brutal." Phillip cradled Hermes who was giving a similar wizard finger towards Krell and sticking out his tongue in extremely unpleasant manner jumping up and down in the young student's. The rabbit like most wizardly animals he understood possessed an intelligence and personality far beyond what was commonly observed by house rabbits, then again most house pets have little to talk about trapped in a tiny cage that they are the man imagined.
"Well it's pretty tame usually but the Dragons have a reputation for ferocity. They nearly won the ICQ cup last year." Ron said.
"The ICQ?" Phillip blinked.
"International Collegium Quidditch cup." Ron replied watching Harry and his team get trounced, already two of his guys had been taken off the field by halfling medics whom Ron was fairly sure were also stripping the bodies of anything of interest at the time, still great healers.
"Cho scored!" Hermione blinked smiling before frowning realizing that was a bad thing. She'd always liked the spunky Ravenclaw girl whom she was sure probably would have gone to Gryffindor if she hadn't been so analytical, which said quite a bit about herself Hermione said.
"Well I hope Harry doesn't get hurt." Phillip said sighing as he hugged his rabbit and hoped Alicorns really did have healing properties.
***
Harry sailed toward the Golden Snitch with as much speed as his Fire-bolt could muster and that was quite a bit. He'd often considered having Sirius take a look at it and upgrade it a bit but he honestly wasn't sure what could be done to fix it better as he saw the 2001 Firebolts in action they went faster all right and they went faster quicker but he was fairly sure that it had less control.
'and control is what I need right now.' Harry breathed moving under bludgers and zig zagging through the other broom riders next to him as he spotted the golden snitch bouncing along but not fast enough to avoid his Firebolt.
Harry then felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he instinctively moved right and felt the rush of wind that accompanied Baal Krell's massive modified firebolt blew past him like it's namesake might and Harry got a feeling how Baal Krell avoided crashes, everyone else got out of his way.
'Well I'm not going to be one of them' Harry howled to himself as he moved as fast as he could while Baal slowed down to catch the snitch and slammed himself full into Baal's broom driving him away into a spin as Harry himself was slammed into a spin by Baal's heavy fist.
"GIT!" Harry screamed doing his best to do a loop de loop and get back in control of his broom. The Snitch was forgotten as Harry turned himself directly towards Baal who had turned himself directly towards Harry. Like two medieval knights the two sailed directly at each other with their chargers. Baal coming upwards and Harry going directly down wards at the Dragon seeker.
"ARRRRRRRROOOOOOOO!" Baal let out some kind of battle-cry which Harry thought was the Dragons cheer as Harry moved underneath the warrior in the nick of time as he tried to move full force at Harry's broom in an amazingly STUPID maneuver. Pulling up Harry smiled as he went directly at the snitch.
"SUCKER!" Harry called knowing the score was only 110 to 10.
It was then the broken nosed Moloch lifted beat his bludger directly into the backside of Harry's head and sent him into a spinning roll, as he slowed down to get the snitch, off his broom. Harry's world promptly went black.
***
Harry blinked with bleary eyes as the world began to slowly return to him while it remained extremely fuzzy. He wasn't entirely sure he didn't have a concussion but in the end it was probably the fact his glasses were broken and not on his face that made everything so impossible to see.
"I think he's coming to!" Hermione said as he thought he made out her form.
"Well best to make sure." He heard Lilith Krell's voice as her hideously large giant bone wand loomed over Harry and the words echoed "AWAKENUS!"
Harry then felt himself electrocuted as he jolted upwards and his arms and legs moved out in every conceivable direction before he was on the ground perfectly fine with his hair standing on end and his glasses to one side.
"Ouch Harry!" Ron slapped him on the back.
"You really took a nasty spill." He felt his hand being held by someone else's and they were both warm and inviting, Cho. He wished he could see the look on her face at that point.
"Well that was some half-way decent flying kid. You fought people who played dirty and you played dirty too in return. I like that." Lilith Krell's voice was complimentary but Harry felt very ashamed for trying to knock her son off his broom just because he was being a fool in the air. "I can put you on as a seeker alternate on the game or if your willing to chase as well as you seek and put in the hours, I'm willing to give you a try out for chaser first string."
Harry got the impression everyone was looking at him and while it galled him he was going to be reduced to chasing with a lummox like that as Seeker he nodded "Chaser."
'I want to get noticed.'
Harry felt a kiss on his cheek from Cho, at least he hoped it was Cho.
"I'll see you tonight."
***
"Well I gotta say Harry you did some serious flying out there. I loved the way you just pounded into that crude backstabbing monster of a ogre-blood." Ron thought of a few more choice words as Hermione just looked at him.
"Ron of all people I think you by now would know better than to insult someone's heritage…" Hermione blinked "even if he is a dirty no good lying cheating backstabber."
"Hermione!" Harry looked at her as Phillip did as well, the young man having been following her like a puppy since they'd met on the boat. Harry was alittle annoyed by the man's causal insertion to his social group but he had to admit the man was being polite and he felt a little sorry for the klutz. Plus Dumbledore had vouched for the man so Harry felt a, certain kinship.
"Well he is! Look at what he did to you in the air and what his teammates did! It was disgusting! You should quit now while your still playing fair." Hermione said simply walking along.
"Isn't that a bit har…" Phillip inserted himself into a conversation he was completely in over his head in and stopped speaking with a deep breath as Hermione looked at him and Harry. "Never mind."
"Well in any case I've got your revenge on Baal Harry." Ron said proudly as they began leaving.
Harry looked at Ron who had a silly little grin on his face, which made the hairs on Harry's neck stand up, though that may have been leftover charge from the awakening charm.
"Ron what are you doing?" Harry asked simply.
"Well it turns out that letter WASN'T to you Harry and that Isolde wants to meet me as soon as possible. Her boyfriends a real scumbag and I think he is cheating on her, how just like a dumb jock…" Ron spoke before Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Well you excluded of course Harry…and Cho." Ron got a bit uneasy.
"I'm not even going to answer that Ron. At least we have the rest of the day off." Harry sighed, feeling quite worn down after the Quidditch try-outs. He had to admit he was thinking heavily about Cho and what they would do once they got the chance to meet later himself, the difference being Cho wasn't already seeing someone else who knew something called a jigsaw hex.
Harry then noticed Hermione was looking guilty. "What now?"
"Well there's this really nice librarian here at the college and it's kind of sad but he can't do his job due to a faulty memory charm so I volunteered us to help him reorganize the books today." The young dentists' daughter smiled.
"I was sympathetic so I volunteered to help." Phillip said as Hermione smiled.
"All day." She replied.
"All day." Ron repeated as Harry cupped his face with his hands.
***
-TO BE CONTINUED
-Charlemagne