This story is going a bit slowly, I'm trying to do a million things at once including try out for
soccer teams and fit in a vacation before school, and I've sort of gone a while since
updating. Anyway, here's:
Chapter Four!
Harry ran through the halls trying desperately to make it to the front door without Filch or Mrs.
Norris catching him sprinting like that. Or any of the teachers, for that matter. He turned the
corner, clutching his Firebolt tightly, and saw the staircase ahead leading down into the entrance
hall. He took the stairs three at a time, landing at the bottom and running for the large pair of
doors at the opposite end of the room that lead out onto the grounds. He had his hand on the
handle and was just about to pull the door open when he heard a stern voice snap behind him:
"What do you think you're doing, acting like that inside the castle?" Hermione's shrill, yet
business-like voice sounded from behind Harry. When it came to breaking rules, the only
difference between Hermione and a teacher was that she couldn't expel you.
"Come on, Hermione!" Harry groaned. "I'm late! Quidditch tryouts started five minutes ago!"
Hermione gave him a look as if to say 'quidditch tryouts are no excuse for sprinting through the
halls,' and said with a little huff,
"Honestly. You're getting to act more and more like Oliver Wood did everyday. There are more
important things than quidditch!"
"Maybe. But right now, I can't think of any, and the longer I stand here arguing with you the
later I'm going to be." Harry's voice grew higher with exasperation.
"Fine, but don't blame me next time you're running with your Firebolt and you accidentally put
a dent in someone's head with it," Hermione replied, annoyed. However, Harry didn't here a
word of what she said past 'fine,' because he had taken off through the doors and was now
running as fast as he could across the grounds to the Quidditch pitch.
When Harry reached the base of one of the towering stands surrounding the pitch, he
slowed to a trot. Looking around the field, he saw no sign of the tryouts whatsoever, until he
lifted his gaze. Zooming around the field above him were fourteen players on broomsticks.
Harry recognized some of his fellow Gryffindor teammates, but four out of the seven trying out
for Gryffindor were new faces. One chaser was a light-haired boy that Harry thought he might
have seen once or twice in the Gryffindor common room, the keeper was another person Harry
thought he vaguely recognized, and the person playing seeker was a short-haired blonde that
Harry didn't know, either. Harry watched for a little bit, forgetting that he needed to get up there
in the excitement of the scrimmage that was going on against a team of those trying out for
Slytherin. Suddenly Harry's sharp eye noticed a glint of gold just ten feet in front of him, near
the ground. As if just Harry's noticing the snitch set off an alarm, the two seekers were on it in a
flash. The hurtled down towards the ground, but the seeker trying out for Gryffindor soon left
her opponent in the dust. At a astonishingly fast pace she dove, until it looked as if she would
pierce the ground with her broom. Everyone on the field watched in horror, certain that she
would crash, and probably end up dead, but just when everyone knew she was going to hit, she
stopped, and pulled out of the dive so fast that every onlookers eyes followed the spot where she
would have been, right ono the green where she would have crashed before realizing she wasn't
there anymore. Harry's eyes popped out of his head as she calmly dismounted her broom and
held on her hand. Uncurling her fingers until they lay flat, she revealed the golden snitch, which
sat, waving it's wings as if basking in the sun, in her open palm. Not believing what he had just
seen, Harry blinked hard, twice, then three times. Opening his eyes, he searched the broom for a
name. When he found it, his eyes popped out of his head yet again. A Nimbus 1000! She had
flown better than Harry on his Firebolt! But Harry's disbelief turned to utter and complete
wordless shock, and his eyeballs popped farther out of his head than he ever thought possible
when the girl turned towards him and smiled.
"Wonderful! Amazing! That was a dive to rival those of Victor Krum's! I need see no more,
Gryffindor has a seeker! Congratulations, Noelani," came the voice of Madam Hooch.
Harry just stood there.
soccer teams and fit in a vacation before school, and I've sort of gone a while since
updating. Anyway, here's:
Chapter Four!
Harry ran through the halls trying desperately to make it to the front door without Filch or Mrs.
Norris catching him sprinting like that. Or any of the teachers, for that matter. He turned the
corner, clutching his Firebolt tightly, and saw the staircase ahead leading down into the entrance
hall. He took the stairs three at a time, landing at the bottom and running for the large pair of
doors at the opposite end of the room that lead out onto the grounds. He had his hand on the
handle and was just about to pull the door open when he heard a stern voice snap behind him:
"What do you think you're doing, acting like that inside the castle?" Hermione's shrill, yet
business-like voice sounded from behind Harry. When it came to breaking rules, the only
difference between Hermione and a teacher was that she couldn't expel you.
"Come on, Hermione!" Harry groaned. "I'm late! Quidditch tryouts started five minutes ago!"
Hermione gave him a look as if to say 'quidditch tryouts are no excuse for sprinting through the
halls,' and said with a little huff,
"Honestly. You're getting to act more and more like Oliver Wood did everyday. There are more
important things than quidditch!"
"Maybe. But right now, I can't think of any, and the longer I stand here arguing with you the
later I'm going to be." Harry's voice grew higher with exasperation.
"Fine, but don't blame me next time you're running with your Firebolt and you accidentally put
a dent in someone's head with it," Hermione replied, annoyed. However, Harry didn't here a
word of what she said past 'fine,' because he had taken off through the doors and was now
running as fast as he could across the grounds to the Quidditch pitch.
When Harry reached the base of one of the towering stands surrounding the pitch, he
slowed to a trot. Looking around the field, he saw no sign of the tryouts whatsoever, until he
lifted his gaze. Zooming around the field above him were fourteen players on broomsticks.
Harry recognized some of his fellow Gryffindor teammates, but four out of the seven trying out
for Gryffindor were new faces. One chaser was a light-haired boy that Harry thought he might
have seen once or twice in the Gryffindor common room, the keeper was another person Harry
thought he vaguely recognized, and the person playing seeker was a short-haired blonde that
Harry didn't know, either. Harry watched for a little bit, forgetting that he needed to get up there
in the excitement of the scrimmage that was going on against a team of those trying out for
Slytherin. Suddenly Harry's sharp eye noticed a glint of gold just ten feet in front of him, near
the ground. As if just Harry's noticing the snitch set off an alarm, the two seekers were on it in a
flash. The hurtled down towards the ground, but the seeker trying out for Gryffindor soon left
her opponent in the dust. At a astonishingly fast pace she dove, until it looked as if she would
pierce the ground with her broom. Everyone on the field watched in horror, certain that she
would crash, and probably end up dead, but just when everyone knew she was going to hit, she
stopped, and pulled out of the dive so fast that every onlookers eyes followed the spot where she
would have been, right ono the green where she would have crashed before realizing she wasn't
there anymore. Harry's eyes popped out of his head as she calmly dismounted her broom and
held on her hand. Uncurling her fingers until they lay flat, she revealed the golden snitch, which
sat, waving it's wings as if basking in the sun, in her open palm. Not believing what he had just
seen, Harry blinked hard, twice, then three times. Opening his eyes, he searched the broom for a
name. When he found it, his eyes popped out of his head yet again. A Nimbus 1000! She had
flown better than Harry on his Firebolt! But Harry's disbelief turned to utter and complete
wordless shock, and his eyeballs popped farther out of his head than he ever thought possible
when the girl turned towards him and smiled.
"Wonderful! Amazing! That was a dive to rival those of Victor Krum's! I need see no more,
Gryffindor has a seeker! Congratulations, Noelani," came the voice of Madam Hooch.
Harry just stood there.