***JKR owns the people and places, I own Karista and the dream***
Chapter 11: The mysterious Chaser
The next morning, Harry groggily ate his porridge, as he desperately needed to eat if he was going to help the Gryffindor team choose their new chaser and Keeper. Not only that, but they were going to pick a new captain. He hurriedly headed up to the common room with 15 minutes to spare and grabbed his firebolt, as today was going to be their first practice. He was on the field finally, when he made out who was on the field. Ron, Karista, Seamus and Dean were standing near the already members of the team, as well as a fourth year and two 7th years Harry didn't recognize.
"Hey Harry, you're late!" Fred and George called, evil grins on their faces.
"Wow, how did you figure that?" harry grinned back at them as he shouldered his firebolt.
"Alright, now that we are all here, we need to see who is trying out for which position. Chasers raise your hands," Angelina said, a piece of paper and quill in her hands. Karista and Dean had raised their hands. "And the rest of you are for Keeper? Right then."
They headed into the middle of the field, when Angelina stopped. "Karista, do you have a broom?"
"Yeah, right here," Karista said, pulling out her brand new Firebolt. Dean's face immediately turned pale and he dropped his head. Harry was at first surprised, but then kind of figured that it kind of figured that she had a firebolt. After all, her father, aunt and Uncle were rich, very rich.
Karista kicked off, along with Angelina and Dean and they soared off. Angelina took a quaffle out from under her robes and started tossing it at Karista, hard. She caught it each time and threw it back equally hard, even harder, back at Angelina. She was impressed. Dean however, didn't do as well. He missed a few of them and couldn't throw the ball back quite as hard. Soon, they flew down and waited until Fred and George had finished testing Seamus, Ron, and the two 7th years. Ron had easily won, catching all the quaffles flawlessly.
"Alright, now both of you are going to try your luck on the Ron. Dean, you go first," she said, handing the quaffle out to an unusually trembling Dean. He looked up at the crooked grin on Ron's face, and let out a whimper. He then kicked off from the ground and tried several times to score on Ron to no success. Finally, tired and sweaty, he flew down to the ground and was about to run off, when Angelina stopped him. "Let's see how Karista does first, shall we?"
Karista took the quaffle from Dean and kicked off hard. She came level to the goalposts and started swerving around, confusing Ron. Ron, who let out a small whimper, yet managed only to block three out of 10 of her shots, and wiped the sweat off his face.
"Well, everyone, thanks for coming out," Harry said. "Ron, you are the new keeper. Karista, you are our new chaser. Dean, Seamus, you are on the reserve team. Congratulations."
Karista, a look of glory on her face, shook Dean's hand, who was considerably calmer now, looked disgruntled. Ron bid Seamus a good try and Seamus muttered a "congratulations" as he and Dean left the field, their brooms dragging on the ground.
"Alright, I say we have a team meeting," Fred chuckled, straightening Ron's collar. They headed over to the stands and sat down.
"Now, we must choose a captain," George said, eyeing them all suspiciously. "Who will it be?"
Everyone was given a slip of parchment and a quill as they all turned away and wrote someone's name on a slip of paper. George piled them in his lap.
"Alright, we shall commence," Fred began, opening the first slip. "Harry, Harry, Harry P. , Angelina, Fred, Harry."
Harry couldn't help but grin. He was the quidditch captain in his 5th year. He was blushing furiously as everyone clapped him on his back.
"Alright, what do we do now, captain?" George asked, blinking furiously at Harry.
"I say…chasers should maybe throw the quaffle around and the beaters should practice hitting. Harry should probably practice with golf balls. Ron could do that with him," Karista said amid stares from the team.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," harry said, an astonished look on his face. He then told them all to get up as the kicked off and began their practice session.
***
Harry, Ron and Karista crossed the common room, laughing hard about Fred and George, who, after Fred beat George in the head with his bat, had gotten in a fight in midair, all in good humor.
"I think I should make you co-captain, Karista," Harry said, placing his broom on the couch near the fire.
"Thanks, but I think I will just be the athletic advisor," Karista giggled, wiping a speck of mud of the broom with her new quidditch robes.
"Well while you two sort out who is going to do what, I am going upstairs to change," Ron mumbled gripping the broom in his hands as he jumped up the stairs to his room.
"I am quite hungry myself," Karista said glancing at the time on her watch which showed that it was lunch. "fancy a sandwich?"
"Yes," Harry groped for his broom as they both got up and wandered towards their dormitories.
***
"I'd say you are probably going to be one of the best chasers we've had in Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall whispered to Karista in Transfiguration the next Tuesday. "I saw you flying last night and I must say, you are the next James Potter, who was also a chaser."
Karista grinned, and set off to work trying to produce a lizard out of a banana. It had almost worked, except for the fact that the lizard was still yellow with brownish spots. Hermione seemed to be having the same trouble with hers.
"I can't get it to change color," Hermione muttered stupidly, looking through her book to find out how to change its color.
"My stupid wand isn't helping either! You'd swear the thing was a billion years old! She cursed, suddenly remembering that her wand was new. "I think the next time I am in Diagon Alley I should return it."
Ron and Harry sat at their desk looking down at a banana with a tail on it which was sliding across the desk.
"Could be grosser," Harry muttered, jabbing the banana with his wand, making sparks shoot off it.
It was suddenly when the bell rang that Harry realized that the next class was History of Magic.
"HEY! Remember what I told Lupin and Snuffles had said to me that night?" Harry muttered, a smile playing across his face, unable to control himself from running for Professor Binn's class.
"Where's he running?" Karista asked, looking at Harry scattering a bunch of first years down the corridor.
"I've honestly never seen anyone so desperate to see a ghost," Ron muttered, picking up the book Harry had dropped and following after. In his wake was Karista and Hermione, stifling their laughs as Ron sang an off tune song.
Chapter 11: The mysterious Chaser
The next morning, Harry groggily ate his porridge, as he desperately needed to eat if he was going to help the Gryffindor team choose their new chaser and Keeper. Not only that, but they were going to pick a new captain. He hurriedly headed up to the common room with 15 minutes to spare and grabbed his firebolt, as today was going to be their first practice. He was on the field finally, when he made out who was on the field. Ron, Karista, Seamus and Dean were standing near the already members of the team, as well as a fourth year and two 7th years Harry didn't recognize.
"Hey Harry, you're late!" Fred and George called, evil grins on their faces.
"Wow, how did you figure that?" harry grinned back at them as he shouldered his firebolt.
"Alright, now that we are all here, we need to see who is trying out for which position. Chasers raise your hands," Angelina said, a piece of paper and quill in her hands. Karista and Dean had raised their hands. "And the rest of you are for Keeper? Right then."
They headed into the middle of the field, when Angelina stopped. "Karista, do you have a broom?"
"Yeah, right here," Karista said, pulling out her brand new Firebolt. Dean's face immediately turned pale and he dropped his head. Harry was at first surprised, but then kind of figured that it kind of figured that she had a firebolt. After all, her father, aunt and Uncle were rich, very rich.
Karista kicked off, along with Angelina and Dean and they soared off. Angelina took a quaffle out from under her robes and started tossing it at Karista, hard. She caught it each time and threw it back equally hard, even harder, back at Angelina. She was impressed. Dean however, didn't do as well. He missed a few of them and couldn't throw the ball back quite as hard. Soon, they flew down and waited until Fred and George had finished testing Seamus, Ron, and the two 7th years. Ron had easily won, catching all the quaffles flawlessly.
"Alright, now both of you are going to try your luck on the Ron. Dean, you go first," she said, handing the quaffle out to an unusually trembling Dean. He looked up at the crooked grin on Ron's face, and let out a whimper. He then kicked off from the ground and tried several times to score on Ron to no success. Finally, tired and sweaty, he flew down to the ground and was about to run off, when Angelina stopped him. "Let's see how Karista does first, shall we?"
Karista took the quaffle from Dean and kicked off hard. She came level to the goalposts and started swerving around, confusing Ron. Ron, who let out a small whimper, yet managed only to block three out of 10 of her shots, and wiped the sweat off his face.
"Well, everyone, thanks for coming out," Harry said. "Ron, you are the new keeper. Karista, you are our new chaser. Dean, Seamus, you are on the reserve team. Congratulations."
Karista, a look of glory on her face, shook Dean's hand, who was considerably calmer now, looked disgruntled. Ron bid Seamus a good try and Seamus muttered a "congratulations" as he and Dean left the field, their brooms dragging on the ground.
"Alright, I say we have a team meeting," Fred chuckled, straightening Ron's collar. They headed over to the stands and sat down.
"Now, we must choose a captain," George said, eyeing them all suspiciously. "Who will it be?"
Everyone was given a slip of parchment and a quill as they all turned away and wrote someone's name on a slip of paper. George piled them in his lap.
"Alright, we shall commence," Fred began, opening the first slip. "Harry, Harry, Harry P. , Angelina, Fred, Harry."
Harry couldn't help but grin. He was the quidditch captain in his 5th year. He was blushing furiously as everyone clapped him on his back.
"Alright, what do we do now, captain?" George asked, blinking furiously at Harry.
"I say…chasers should maybe throw the quaffle around and the beaters should practice hitting. Harry should probably practice with golf balls. Ron could do that with him," Karista said amid stares from the team.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," harry said, an astonished look on his face. He then told them all to get up as the kicked off and began their practice session.
***
Harry, Ron and Karista crossed the common room, laughing hard about Fred and George, who, after Fred beat George in the head with his bat, had gotten in a fight in midair, all in good humor.
"I think I should make you co-captain, Karista," Harry said, placing his broom on the couch near the fire.
"Thanks, but I think I will just be the athletic advisor," Karista giggled, wiping a speck of mud of the broom with her new quidditch robes.
"Well while you two sort out who is going to do what, I am going upstairs to change," Ron mumbled gripping the broom in his hands as he jumped up the stairs to his room.
"I am quite hungry myself," Karista said glancing at the time on her watch which showed that it was lunch. "fancy a sandwich?"
"Yes," Harry groped for his broom as they both got up and wandered towards their dormitories.
***
"I'd say you are probably going to be one of the best chasers we've had in Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall whispered to Karista in Transfiguration the next Tuesday. "I saw you flying last night and I must say, you are the next James Potter, who was also a chaser."
Karista grinned, and set off to work trying to produce a lizard out of a banana. It had almost worked, except for the fact that the lizard was still yellow with brownish spots. Hermione seemed to be having the same trouble with hers.
"I can't get it to change color," Hermione muttered stupidly, looking through her book to find out how to change its color.
"My stupid wand isn't helping either! You'd swear the thing was a billion years old! She cursed, suddenly remembering that her wand was new. "I think the next time I am in Diagon Alley I should return it."
Ron and Harry sat at their desk looking down at a banana with a tail on it which was sliding across the desk.
"Could be grosser," Harry muttered, jabbing the banana with his wand, making sparks shoot off it.
It was suddenly when the bell rang that Harry realized that the next class was History of Magic.
"HEY! Remember what I told Lupin and Snuffles had said to me that night?" Harry muttered, a smile playing across his face, unable to control himself from running for Professor Binn's class.
"Where's he running?" Karista asked, looking at Harry scattering a bunch of first years down the corridor.
"I've honestly never seen anyone so desperate to see a ghost," Ron muttered, picking up the book Harry had dropped and following after. In his wake was Karista and Hermione, stifling their laughs as Ron sang an off tune song.