Harry Potter and the Missing Piece Part 16
Harry was glad that Dumbledore
didn't have Ron locked up anymore, partly because he was sick of Hermione, and
partly because it was funny to watch him in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Plus, Quidditch was about to start, and if Ron was locked up, it would make
Harry the captain.
Quidditch try-outs were in one
week for the Gryffindors, and surprisingly, Ron wasn't on the team.
"Captain is good enough for me,"
he said, "I'd never be that good on the team anyway."
The only open position was
keeper, but Ron was also going to make a reserve team. That way, in case a player
was injured or whatever the case might be, there would be a back-up. Plus, it
would give the team a chance to scrimmage. 3 days before try-outs, Ron had
taken the sign up sheet down.
"Whoa, look at this. It's full!"
Harry looked over. Hermione had put a charm on the list so when a student said
their name, it would automatically be placed in alphabetical order.
"Hey Herm," Harry yelled, "get
over here!" She came over very irritably.
"What? What do you want?"
"You need to sort this into the
positions now."
"You mean you can't do it
yourself?"
"I don't know how."
"But it's so simple." Harry looked
at her as if she was insane. "Oh, all right," she said, "Listosortium." The 3
more rolls of parchment appeared and the list began sorting itself. When it was
finished, Ron came over and took the list.
"Hey, Harry, think you could
come back here tonight and help me get ready for the try-outs?"
"But we have 3 days. And it can't
be that hard. I mean, you'll just have to sort people into teams and they'll
play. Simple as that. Then you, me, and the rest of the team will judge. Then,
by the end of the day you'll have a reserve team and a keeper."
"Yeah, but that's hard work."
"Look, Ron, Sirius most definitely
won't let me out at night, let alone Dumbledore."
"But you have your invisibility
cloak, it shouldn't be too hard."
"Yeah but what if Sirius wakes
up and I'm gone, both him and Dumbledore know about the cloak."
"Bring the Marauder's Map."
"Dumbledore's got it."
"But-"
"Listen Ron, why are you so
anxious to get me here tonight anyway? It's not like you."
"Because, umm, er..."
"I don't think that's really
you."
"What do you mean? Who
else would I be?"
"I don't know. I'm leaving. See
you tomorrow Ron."
"You mean tonight."
"No, tomorrow." And wit that
Harry marched out of the common room.
"That's what you think," Ron
said to himself, and with that he ran. The Polyjuice Potion was wearing off.