I don't really know how to write about quidditch so forgive me when you didn't think the quidditch part was interesting. I don't really know a lot about quidditch to actually describe it, just the general idea. I don't own anything. That's all! Happy reading!

Chapter 10

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The day of the try-outs came, and Harry was trying, with all his might, to make Ron calm down. But with all his efforts, Ron still seemed to be pre-occupied that day. During Transfiguration, he was supposed to transfigure an iguana into a purse, when he accidentally whacked his out of the window. In Potions, he put too much armadillo bile on his Anxiety Remover Potion, which then bubbled up and spilled all over the floor. Snape, who was in a very vindictive mood, took off fifteen points from Gryffindor and gave him detention.

"It's not that bad," assured Harry, as they went up to the Great Hall for lunch. "I mean you could have melted your cauldron like Neville."

"Oh, great, thanks," said Ron, "you know, I'll be really glad when this day is over."

And the day did slowly moved on. That night, Ron and Harry went outside the grounds and onto to the quidditch field. They found themselves waiting with about a dozen other Gryffindors. Harry left Ron with Seamus, who was also trying out, and wished them good luck as he went inside the locker room and found the rest of the team getting ready.

"Hey! Good, you're here," greeted Angelina. "Alright, I guess I should give a speech."

"Er, you don't have to," said Fred, "you can wait till we have a new keeper."

"Oh, well, I guess I should to that then," said Angelina, looking thoughtful.

"Wow, you'll really good at this, Angelina," joked George.

"Hey! I'm new at this, alright," snapped Angelina. "C'mon, let's go."

She beckoned them out of the lockers and onto the field where the students were waiting. Professor Mcgonagall, who was the head of Gryffindor, was standing there amongst the students and holding a piece of parchment.

"I'm here to supervise this try-out," she said, "Angelina, would you like to begin?"

"Yes, er, I'm the new quidditch captain," said Angelina to the students, "and you all are trying out for the position of keeper. Now, when I call your name, mount your broom, and Alicia and Katie will throw the quaffle to each other. Your job is to make sure that they don't score a point, got it? Alright, let's see…Mark Anderson, you're up!"

Mark Anderson mounted his broom and flew up to the goal posts. Alicia and Katie tossed the quaffle at each other. Katie shot the quaffle towards one of the goal posts. Mark caught it with one hand.

"Great! Good job!" Angelina called at him. "Great hand coordination. You can wait right over there. Melissa Barrett, you're next."

The process took place over and over again as Angelina called the students to try out. Harry watched as one by one, they mount on their brooms, caught the quaffle, and went to sit at the stands. Finally, it was Ron's turn. As his name was called, the team cheered for him. Ron mounted his Nimbus and watched closely as Katie threw the quaffle at Alicia. The two was obviously going to give him a hard try because Alicia did some sort of dive as she threw the quaffle back to Katie. Katie then caught the quaffle and was now zooming towards Ron. Ron stared determinedly at Katie as she stretched her hand to throw the quaffle at one of the goal post. It was as if Harry was watching a quidditch game, because the quaffle shot quickly through the air. Ron went after it and, with an amazing dive, caught the quaffle with his right hand. Everyone sat there open-mouthed as Ron flew back to the ground.

"Alright, good job, Ron," said Angelina. "Er, everyone, can you all come down here? Team? I think we need a huddle."

Fred, George, Harry, Katie, and Alicia went over to Angelina.

"So…what are we going to do? Who are we going to pick?" asked Angelina, as they huddled together.

"Well, isn't it obvious? Our brother is the best player for the team! I mean did you see how he caught that quaffle?! It was genius! Never saw anyone do it like that other than Oliver Wood!" exclaimed George.

"Er, I don't know…" hesitated Alicia, "I mean that Seamus boy's got a good left arm. I mean that could be good against the Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff's a joke, Alicia," retorted Fred, "We can beat them any time. Ron's the best in all of them, right, Harry?"

"I think Alicia and George both got a point," said Angelina thoughtfully, "I reckon I know who will be our new keeper."

They all looked at each other as Angelina walked back to the waiting students.

"We have reached a decision. Our keeper, er, or should I say keepers…" said Angelina.

At once, curious murmurs passed through the crowd. Even the team looked curiously at Angelina as if she didn't hear what they had to say about this.

"They are…" continued Angelina, "Seamus Finnigan and Ron Weasley."

The crowd turned around to look at them and applauded. Ron and Seamus, who were standing next to each other, stood there astonished.

"As for everyone else, thank you for coming out here to try out. Now will the team join me in the lockers for a quick word," she beckoned them to the lockers.

When they reached the lockers. Professor Mcgonagall followed them in there. Immediately, she said, "Two? Two keepers? Angelina, that can't be right."

"Yes, it is, Professor. One of them is a back-up if one gets hurt," replied Angelina coolly. "Now, as for my speech, here it goes. Welcome, new keepers, to our team. I hope you will be an asset to the team. Our up-coming game will be against the Slytherins. Until then, we will practice three times a week to train for that game. Now, I haven't decided who will be the back up with you two. So, any questions you would like to ask me?"

The team was silent.

"Great. So I guess that's it. Our first practice will be held on Saturday morning. I already have permission from Professor Mcgonagall to use the field, right, professor?"-The professor nodded-"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Here are your new quidditch robes," she added as she gave them their scarlet quidditch robes.

As soon as they got outside, Fred and George congratulated Seamus and Ron.

"Good job, mates!" said Fred, slapping Ron on the back. "I can't wait to tell Dad this."

"Yep. Our dear brother, in quidditch! I think I'm going to cry!" said George, pretending to look misty.

"Ow, get off me, George," exclaimed Ron. George was hugging Ron. "Well, I guess we'll show Malfoy, eh?"

"Yeah, wait till he hears that you're in the team," said Harry, trying to imagine Malfoy's face as they walk up to the entrance hall and climbed into the portrait hole to the Gryffindor common room.

The news of the new keepers of Gryffindors traveled through the whole school like a wild fire. Many students were now congratulating Ron along the corridors. However, Malfoy, as Harry and Ron expected, didn't sound too amused by this information. A few days after the try-out, Malfoy came inside the Great Hall and spotted Harry and Ron sitting and eating breakfast.

He called out, "Hey! Weasley! I hear you're the new keeper for Gryffindor. Are they paying you for it?"

Ron, who had been growing confidence the past few days, called back, "Why are you asking? Are you going to ask for payment too if I did get paid? Are you going poor all of a sudden, Malfoy?"

The Gryffindor table, like the rest of the Hall, laughed at what Ron said. Malfoy flushed a little bit and then said, "And I heard you have a Nimbus Two Thousand and Two? Where did you get such a good broomstick? Is your dad taking another job to pay for that? Or is he licking the minister's shoes just to pay for it?"

The Hall fell silent as he uttered these words and turned to look at Ron. He was red and shaking with fury. Hermione was holding his robes to stop him from running to Malfoy. Harry, who sensed something bad was going to happen, turned to Malfoy and said, "Eat dung, Malfoy."

"Ooh, or maybe you paid for it, Potter? From the looks of it, you would probably buy---"

He was interrupted by a voice behind his back that said, "Mr. Malfoy, would you like to tell me exactly what you are about to tell the whole Hall?"

He turned around. The voice was none other than Professor Sullivan's. She has never looked so severe in her life, and so Harry thought. Her usual bright eyes were replaced with a sharp look reminiscent to Professor Mcgonagall's face.

"Come with me. Mr. Malfoy. I would have thought a better behavior from you."

Malfoy muttered something that Harry couldn't hear, but Professor snapped, "Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you were caught. Your father, eh? I knew your father, lad. Tell him I'm looking forward to explain anything to him."

They disappeared to the dungeons. The Hall resumed its chattering. Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other. Ron still looked angry.

"Well, I guess that's serves him right?" remarked Hermione, as she glanced nervously at Ron. "Acting as though this is his school. I do really wish Professor Sullivan punishes him."

"Or she's like Mad-Eye, right?" said Harry, spooning marmalade in his toast. "Maybe she'll turn him into a ferret, or worse."

"What? You mean like a horned toad?" said Ron, who was obviously enjoying this.

"No, I mean like slimy lizard or something," said Harry. They looked at each other and laughed.