Harry Potter and the International Youth Competition
Disclaimer: If you have heard of the character before, then I don't own them.
A/N will be at the end of the story.
...without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life, his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry Potter woke up in a cold sweat. Sitting straight up with his hand, not on his scar, but on his chest. He could feel his heart beating as if he had just run a mile(or ten). Harry looked towards the door, then to the clock, and then at the window. Once sure that no one was there to see him, the tears started rolling down his face.
"I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer," he said over and over in the quietist of whispers.
"Why couldn't I have just taken the cup? Why do I always have to be so noble? People die when I'm noble." Harry then drifted off into a deep sleep and when he awoke in the morning to the sound of Dudley wailing for a slice of bacon, he had forgotten the dream all together.
Harry walked down the steps to the kitchen and laughed silently as he watched his cousin and his uncle struggle over a sausage link. He remembered last summer when Dudley's diet had been reduced to lettuce and carrots, and to keep up his motivation, Aunt Petunia had put the whole family on the new diet. Harry had been forced to call upon his friends for food. He had hoped he didn't need to do that again this summer. He was grateful when his first morning back he got toast and an egg. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia still got steak, but at least he didn't have to eat grapefruit like Dudley.
Harry sat down and listened Vernon complain about Harry's lateness and that he should be doing more work and thought about life away from the Dursley's. He thought about what might be happening in the wizarding world. Whether Voldemort had struck again. Whether Hagrid and Madame Maxime were negotiating peace between wizards and giants with their connections -- after all, they were both part-giant. Harry wondered what Dumbledore was doing to persuade the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who still doubted that Voldemort had come into power again, to take action.
After breakfast Harry walked upstairs to do a bit of Divination homework. Getting out a quill and a piece of parchment he sat down and started the start gazing review, thinking up nasty things to cause his own death. Professor Trelawney had marked him for death his third year at Hogwarts. Harry wasn't worried because none of the students she had predicted to die had actually passed on yet. But knowing she liked the predictions of death and destruction, he had started writing down terrible acts. Thinking back to the end of his third year, while taking his exams for Divination, Professor Trelawney had had a real prediction. She had gone slack and rolled her eyes back into her head and started talking in a deep voice. She said that before the night was over, Lord Voldemort's servant would return to him. Harry would never forget that.
Hedwig, his beautiful snowy owl, had just landed in front of him. She nipped his finger affectionately to get his attention. He untied a parcel from around her leg, and noticed it was heavier and way too early for the book list. He unfolded it and saw a new letter. It said:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to be a prefect this year at Hogwarts. You have been chosen on the grounds of grades, merit, and duties to the school. Please enjoy the rest of your summer holiday and I expect to see you at school September 1. Also, your prefect's badge is included in this parcel.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Finishing the letter, Harry tipped the package over and saw a shiny new prefect's badge fall out. It looked exactly like the one Percy, Ron's older brother who now worked in the Ministry, had on during Harry's first ride to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express. Thinking that he would inform Ron and Hermione as well as Sirius, he picked up his quill and started writing a letter to Ron. He told him that he had been made a prefect for this year. He also asked if anything was new in the wizarding world, and if Voldemort had struck again. Something told him that more people were suffering. Putting that thought aside, Harry told him how his summer was going and asked how his was.
After finishing the letter, he wrote an almost identical letter to Hermione, but in this letter he included thoughts about how they would shock Draco Malfoy, who was Harry's rival at Hogwarts, because he knew that Hermione, who was the cleverest witch their age, had most likely also been chosen to be a school prefect.
With this next letter to Sirius, Harry wrote how he felt about this entire thing, including school, summer, and not being able to see him. He asked whether Voldemort had struck again or whether or not he had contacted his parent's old friends yet. This was a thick letter with many pieces of parchment. When he was done with it, he gave all three envelopes to Hedwig and she left immediately with a small backward glance.
After she left Harry felt saddened. It was barely two weeks since the end of terms and he missed his friends already. Why hadn't Dumbledore let Harry go straight to the Weasley's?
Harry was about to start on his homework when a Great Eagle Owl flew into his room through the window. Harry felt his throat jump a little because the only time he had seen a Great eagle Owl was Draco's at the morning table at Hogwarts. It walked towards him onto the desk and waited patiently while Harry stood up and untied his burden. The envelope was very large and thick. It was made of leather and tied together with rope straps. Harry took it off and carried it over to his bed to read it. The owl just sat there waiting for--for something. Did it need to be paid? Was it waiting for a reply? Harry thought that must be it.
Harry sat there on the bed and open his parcel. It read:
THE INTTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH ASSOCIATION
YOUTH TEAM TRYOUTS
You, Harry Potter, are cordially invited to try out for the New International Youth Quidditch Team. This is a great honor because you will be competing with the top Quidditch player in the world, who are the same age as you. Not only will you play on this team, but you will learn about different nationalities, play against the youth teams of 119 different countries, and have a 83% greater chance of playing for your homeland Quidditch Team. The tryouts are in Gavdhos, Greece, off of the island of Crete on the 25th of July. Please reply by return owl in less than three days or our offer will be repealed. You will need a parent, guardian, or authorized adult to accompany you on this trip. Please fill out the attached forms and pay a small fee of 35 galleons for tryout entry.
Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Brocklehurst
Nicholas Brocklehurst, Head of the International Quidditch Association Youth Division.
Harry sat there amazed as he read the letter over again. He was shocked after reading it a second time. He, Harry, had been chosen to try out for the International Youth Squad. Even though he had never heard of it before, it seemed like a great honor. Harry immediately thought to write Ron and Sirius, but then realized that Hedwig had left just a half hour before. Harry took out the second piece of parchment and it read:
THE INTTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH ASSOCIATION
YOUTH TEAM TRYOUTS
Name______________________ Age______
School______________________ Year_____
Country_________________________________________
Position______________ Years Experience_____
Broom___________________
Accompaniment__________________________________
Will you need a Portkey sent to you?_______________
Thank you!
As Harry read the form the word accompaniment caught his eye. He had to have an adult go with him if he were to go. Who could he get to go with him? He immediately thought of Sirius but crushed the thought just as fast. Sirius was a wanted man and he would never be able to take Harry out into the world. Perhaps he could still come as Harry's pet dog, but then he would have to have someone who knew about Sirius to take him to Greece. Many people knew about him after the end of the Third Task last year, but he wasn't sure who to ask. Maybe Ron's dad, Arthur Weasley, would take him, but he was afraid that Ron would get jealous and he didn't want to fight with Ron. Hagrid would love to take me, Harry thought. But then he decided that it would be almost like baby-sitting Hagrid and that he was probably in the mountains with Madame Maxime anyway. Who could he ask to take him? The thought ate at him all day while he did a few chores just so the Dursley's wouldn't gripe. Then as he finished dinner and went upstairs to read, the answer came to him. Remus Lupin. He knew of Sirius of course as the thought of his third year ran like a movie in his head. He also knew that Sirius was staying with Remus. It would be perfect. He quickly wrote a letter to the both of them explaining the situation and said that he needed a reply by the next day. He filled Hedwig's water dish and stroked her feathers as she was getting angry that the eagle owl had taken her perch for the night. He then went to his bed and laid down for a good night's rest with the thoughts of Quidditch flying through his mind.
A/N: So, did you like it? I hope to keep this fic alive if I have enough time to write it, but you know what will help me write faster? Reviews! I am also looking for a beta reader. Requirements: AOL, AIM, or MSN messenger. If you think my story needs something, leave the idea in the review, thanks!
Disclaimer: If you have heard of the character before, then I don't own them.
A/N will be at the end of the story.
...without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life, his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra!"
Harry Potter woke up in a cold sweat. Sitting straight up with his hand, not on his scar, but on his chest. He could feel his heart beating as if he had just run a mile(or ten). Harry looked towards the door, then to the clock, and then at the window. Once sure that no one was there to see him, the tears started rolling down his face.
"I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer," he said over and over in the quietist of whispers.
"Why couldn't I have just taken the cup? Why do I always have to be so noble? People die when I'm noble." Harry then drifted off into a deep sleep and when he awoke in the morning to the sound of Dudley wailing for a slice of bacon, he had forgotten the dream all together.
Harry walked down the steps to the kitchen and laughed silently as he watched his cousin and his uncle struggle over a sausage link. He remembered last summer when Dudley's diet had been reduced to lettuce and carrots, and to keep up his motivation, Aunt Petunia had put the whole family on the new diet. Harry had been forced to call upon his friends for food. He had hoped he didn't need to do that again this summer. He was grateful when his first morning back he got toast and an egg. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia still got steak, but at least he didn't have to eat grapefruit like Dudley.
Harry sat down and listened Vernon complain about Harry's lateness and that he should be doing more work and thought about life away from the Dursley's. He thought about what might be happening in the wizarding world. Whether Voldemort had struck again. Whether Hagrid and Madame Maxime were negotiating peace between wizards and giants with their connections -- after all, they were both part-giant. Harry wondered what Dumbledore was doing to persuade the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who still doubted that Voldemort had come into power again, to take action.
After breakfast Harry walked upstairs to do a bit of Divination homework. Getting out a quill and a piece of parchment he sat down and started the start gazing review, thinking up nasty things to cause his own death. Professor Trelawney had marked him for death his third year at Hogwarts. Harry wasn't worried because none of the students she had predicted to die had actually passed on yet. But knowing she liked the predictions of death and destruction, he had started writing down terrible acts. Thinking back to the end of his third year, while taking his exams for Divination, Professor Trelawney had had a real prediction. She had gone slack and rolled her eyes back into her head and started talking in a deep voice. She said that before the night was over, Lord Voldemort's servant would return to him. Harry would never forget that.
Hedwig, his beautiful snowy owl, had just landed in front of him. She nipped his finger affectionately to get his attention. He untied a parcel from around her leg, and noticed it was heavier and way too early for the book list. He unfolded it and saw a new letter. It said:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to be a prefect this year at Hogwarts. You have been chosen on the grounds of grades, merit, and duties to the school. Please enjoy the rest of your summer holiday and I expect to see you at school September 1. Also, your prefect's badge is included in this parcel.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Finishing the letter, Harry tipped the package over and saw a shiny new prefect's badge fall out. It looked exactly like the one Percy, Ron's older brother who now worked in the Ministry, had on during Harry's first ride to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express. Thinking that he would inform Ron and Hermione as well as Sirius, he picked up his quill and started writing a letter to Ron. He told him that he had been made a prefect for this year. He also asked if anything was new in the wizarding world, and if Voldemort had struck again. Something told him that more people were suffering. Putting that thought aside, Harry told him how his summer was going and asked how his was.
After finishing the letter, he wrote an almost identical letter to Hermione, but in this letter he included thoughts about how they would shock Draco Malfoy, who was Harry's rival at Hogwarts, because he knew that Hermione, who was the cleverest witch their age, had most likely also been chosen to be a school prefect.
With this next letter to Sirius, Harry wrote how he felt about this entire thing, including school, summer, and not being able to see him. He asked whether Voldemort had struck again or whether or not he had contacted his parent's old friends yet. This was a thick letter with many pieces of parchment. When he was done with it, he gave all three envelopes to Hedwig and she left immediately with a small backward glance.
After she left Harry felt saddened. It was barely two weeks since the end of terms and he missed his friends already. Why hadn't Dumbledore let Harry go straight to the Weasley's?
Harry was about to start on his homework when a Great Eagle Owl flew into his room through the window. Harry felt his throat jump a little because the only time he had seen a Great eagle Owl was Draco's at the morning table at Hogwarts. It walked towards him onto the desk and waited patiently while Harry stood up and untied his burden. The envelope was very large and thick. It was made of leather and tied together with rope straps. Harry took it off and carried it over to his bed to read it. The owl just sat there waiting for--for something. Did it need to be paid? Was it waiting for a reply? Harry thought that must be it.
Harry sat there on the bed and open his parcel. It read:
THE INTTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH ASSOCIATION
YOUTH TEAM TRYOUTS
You, Harry Potter, are cordially invited to try out for the New International Youth Quidditch Team. This is a great honor because you will be competing with the top Quidditch player in the world, who are the same age as you. Not only will you play on this team, but you will learn about different nationalities, play against the youth teams of 119 different countries, and have a 83% greater chance of playing for your homeland Quidditch Team. The tryouts are in Gavdhos, Greece, off of the island of Crete on the 25th of July. Please reply by return owl in less than three days or our offer will be repealed. You will need a parent, guardian, or authorized adult to accompany you on this trip. Please fill out the attached forms and pay a small fee of 35 galleons for tryout entry.
Yours sincerely,
Nicholas Brocklehurst
Nicholas Brocklehurst, Head of the International Quidditch Association Youth Division.
Harry sat there amazed as he read the letter over again. He was shocked after reading it a second time. He, Harry, had been chosen to try out for the International Youth Squad. Even though he had never heard of it before, it seemed like a great honor. Harry immediately thought to write Ron and Sirius, but then realized that Hedwig had left just a half hour before. Harry took out the second piece of parchment and it read:
THE INTTERNATIONAL QUIDDITCH ASSOCIATION
YOUTH TEAM TRYOUTS
Name______________________ Age______
School______________________ Year_____
Country_________________________________________
Position______________ Years Experience_____
Broom___________________
Accompaniment__________________________________
Will you need a Portkey sent to you?_______________
Thank you!
As Harry read the form the word accompaniment caught his eye. He had to have an adult go with him if he were to go. Who could he get to go with him? He immediately thought of Sirius but crushed the thought just as fast. Sirius was a wanted man and he would never be able to take Harry out into the world. Perhaps he could still come as Harry's pet dog, but then he would have to have someone who knew about Sirius to take him to Greece. Many people knew about him after the end of the Third Task last year, but he wasn't sure who to ask. Maybe Ron's dad, Arthur Weasley, would take him, but he was afraid that Ron would get jealous and he didn't want to fight with Ron. Hagrid would love to take me, Harry thought. But then he decided that it would be almost like baby-sitting Hagrid and that he was probably in the mountains with Madame Maxime anyway. Who could he ask to take him? The thought ate at him all day while he did a few chores just so the Dursley's wouldn't gripe. Then as he finished dinner and went upstairs to read, the answer came to him. Remus Lupin. He knew of Sirius of course as the thought of his third year ran like a movie in his head. He also knew that Sirius was staying with Remus. It would be perfect. He quickly wrote a letter to the both of them explaining the situation and said that he needed a reply by the next day. He filled Hedwig's water dish and stroked her feathers as she was getting angry that the eagle owl had taken her perch for the night. He then went to his bed and laid down for a good night's rest with the thoughts of Quidditch flying through his mind.
A/N: So, did you like it? I hope to keep this fic alive if I have enough time to write it, but you know what will help me write faster? Reviews! I am also looking for a beta reader. Requirements: AOL, AIM, or MSN messenger. If you think my story needs something, leave the idea in the review, thanks!
