Harry Potter and the Kid and the Tiger
Chapter Ten-Weasley's Wizard What?

Harry Potter went down to the Quidditch pitch extremely excited. The first Quidditch practice of the season! Harry wondered a little bit who the new Keeper would be, as their old one and former captain, Oliver Wood had graduated two years ago and was now on the reserve team for the Puddlemere United professional team.

Harry also wondered who the new captain would be. Probably either Fred or George Weasley, although Harry hoped that there could be co-captains so they could both share the top spot. Harry was definitely itching to just play, period, as last year's Triwizard Tournament had canceled all Quidditch games for the entire year.

When Harry arrived at the Quidditch pitch he saw the entire team in a team huddle. Vaguely, Harry wondered why, he hoped nobody had been hurt. He counted the players in the huddle, six. They must be excluding me for some reason, Harry thought.

"Oy, Harry," Katie Bell, one of the three Chasers called out, "Over here, you need to know who the new captain is."

Harry's hopes sank as he rushed over, holding his new Twigger 150, captain, singular. That probably meant either Fred or George. Of course either Katie, Anglina Johnson, or Alicia Spinnet, the three seventh year Chasers wouldn't be bad as captain at all, Harry figured it would probably be a Weasley. Harry was still wondering about this as George tossed some red and gold Gryffindor Quidditch robes at Harry.

"I already have robes," Harry protested.

"Not like these you don't," Fred said, "Go on, look at the back."

Harry was expecting to maybe his name and a Gryffindor lion on the back of the new robes, and while both were on the back, it was what was beneath his name that stunned him;

Captain

Harry looked up, "I-I-I'm the captain?"

"Of course you are," Alicia Spinnet said, smiling, "Who did you think it would be?"

The team sniggered.

"So, there Cap'," George said in a pirate voice, "When are tryouts fer Keeper?"

"Er," Harry stuttered, "Er, in five days time?"

"What's good fer you Cap' is good fer me, arrr," Fred Weasley growled.

Harry was still laughing as they took to the air to began practice.
After a late practice, Harry walked into an almost empty common room as everyone had gone to bed, including the Quidditch team, as Harry had to stay after to make sure that the Bludgers didn't escape their container.

"Hey 'Mione," Harry said looking at Hermione who was sitting on the couch reading a book by the common room fire," D'you mind if I sit down?"

"Of course not, you prat. I stayed down here to wait for you. How was practice?"

"Great," Harry said, "I'm captain."

"That's cool, Harry," Hermione said sincerely, "What about tryouts? I really want to show people I can be more then a bookworm."

"In five days Herm," Harry said suddenly realizing how close he was to her face, and he leaned to kiss her. As they kissed are Harry was completely in another world, and he didn't even notice anything but Hermione. A camera flash went off and it took Harry a while to notice it, but then it went off again, and again. They broke apart, reluctantly, but as a necessity.

Harry got up and ran after where the camera flash had been, Hermione close behind him. At the top of the stairs he saw the perpetrator rush into the dormitory labeled FOURTH YEARS.
Colin, Harry thought. Colin Creevey had taken pictures of Harry in embarrassing situations all second year, including when Harry had his arm broken from a fall of his broomstick, and when Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, seconds later, removed the bones from his right arm instead of healing them. Harry had reckoned that Colin had gotten over his hero worshipping, but apparently he hadn't.

Sprinting into the dormitory he suddenly heard five voices yell, "Lumos."

This was followed by shrieks of, "Boy in the girls' dorm! Boy in the girls' dorm!'

Harry looked around and saw the Gryffindor fourth year girls as opposed to what he had expected to fin, the fourth year boys.

"OK," Harry said, "Calm down."

Unfortunately for Harry, this did everything but calm them down, as Harry felt ten eyes patrol up his body and stop at his forehead, gazing at his scar. The were soon shrieking "Harry! Harry! Potter! Harry Po-"


"Would you all shut up and stop acting like a bunch of first years?" Hermione Granger said, walking up in front of Harry, "One of you just took a picture of Harry and me downstairs, so please, if you could hand it over?"

The five girls all looked at each other and then gazed back at Hermione, who was getting a little impatient. Suddenly, Harry saw a reflection of the flash part of a camera by Ginny Weasley's bed. Taking no second thoughts, Harry ran and dove onto Ginny's bed, and snagged the camera as he rolled off the four-poster. He got up and brandished the camera victoriously in air then he magically opened up the back of the camera and exposed the film. After performing his duties, Harry tossed the camera back to Ginny.

As he walked back over to Hermione, he noticed she was wearing an extra-large smile.

"C'mon," she said, "We've got to go. S'pose McGonagall heard them screaming their bloody heads off."

Nodding, Harry walked out of the fourth year dorms, and walked Hermione up to the fifth year girls' dormitories. There he kissed her goodnight, and was about to go off to his dormitory when he heard a rather large explosion coming from the direction of the seventh-year boys dormitories. Fulfilling his prefectial duties, he motioned to Herm that thy should check out the problem and they hurried across the hall and up the stairs to the dormitory marked SEVENTH YEARS.

Harry never thought that he would ever in his life act like Percy Weasley, but he grabbed Hermione's hand and parted the crowd with his and Hermione's orders

"Please, let us see what's going on, prefects here! Prefects here!" Harry yelled

Hermione followed bellowing similar orders, "Part the crowd, here, prefects coming through."

They were shortly followed by the sixth and seventh year prefects and as they walked in, they stared at the sight of Fred and George's mangled bodies, lying at odd angles with some potions and blood around them. Ignoring the broken cauldrons, broken test tubes, and Lee Jordan who was standing there completely mute, both Hermione and Harry stubbed their toe and few times and swore, but soon they were the first at the twins' bodies.


Hermione quickly knelt down to George to take his pulse to see if her was still among the living, and Harry did the same for Fred. Harry was extremely gratified that there was still a pulse one Fred's wrist, and intensely shocked at how weak it was. Hermione quickly declared George alive, and Harry did the same for Fred. The duo then conjured up two stretchers, and levitated Fred and George onto them. As they silently took them down to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey, they wondered what had happened to Fred and George.

"Probably were making something new for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," Hermione surmised.

Harry nodded agreeing, "It must be, all of those broken caldrons and broken test tubes. I wonder what exploded."

Hermione pursed her lip, worrying, "I really don't know, Heaven knows what could have caused an explosion like that."

Soon, the duo and their two patients were at the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey was completely shocked to have such extreme cases so soon.


"Broken bones, fractured skulls, weak pulses, this is just too much work!" she fretted as she performed Healing Charms on the twins. Harry and Hermione were completely astonished that she was able to work so fast. Soon she had revived the twins and they awoke.

Madam Pomfrey began with a simple question to the twins, "Do you know who you are?"

The twins shook their heads at the same time. Thinking this was a joke, which was really a good guess considering the twins' reputations, she asked another, fairly easy question.

"Did this have anything to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

The twins looked stumped.

"Weasley's Wizard What?" Fred said, completely confused.

Madam Pomfrey looked ready to kill, "If you don't stop this I'll take one hundred points off of Gryffindor!"

"Gryffinpore? What the heck is Gryffinpore, and why do I care if you take one hundred dots from it? Come to think of it, what the heck is a dot?" George asked, plainly confused.

Madam Pomfrey looked as though someone had Stunned her, and she then turned to Harry and Hermione.

"They must have been hit with a powerful Memory Charm, it may have to be until the rest of the year before I can get their memories back. You two go back to the common room and furfill the role of town crier. I'm going to have to go get Dumbledore."

Harry and Hermione walked out, now looking like the Stunned ones, "I can't believe it," Harry said, "Fred and George, things will be too quiet around here from now on. Not to mention that this will cripple the Qudditch team, we don't have any Beaters left."

Hermione sighed, "Harry, would you please not think of Quidditch at a time like this? What about their studies, they'll be so far behind everyone else! Even though they did bring this on themselves breaking the rules like that. But as for Quiddtich, I'll try out for Beater."

Harry stammered, "But, you're a girl..."

Hermione glared at Harry, "You of all people should know, girls can play Quidditch!"


Harry stuttered, "But-but-but-in Quidditch Through the Ages it says that girls really can't-er-don't play Beater. I mean, Keeper's open, why not.."

Hermione cut Harry off, "The Holyhead Harpies only sign women, so girls can play Beater."

"OK, touche," Harry said sighing, "You can try out, and I hope you make it."


Hermione smiled, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, I will."