A/N: It's that time of week again! Yes! Welcome Chapter Seven where... not only do I have no clue what I'm doing next, but you get to wait until I finish with drawing out Chapter eleven to get to read that. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

.... also... This is where Harry gets to find new Quidditch members. I always did think that he would end up being captain of Gryffindor team and I still maintain that belief. If Cedric can be seeker and Cap, then so can Harry. I figured that Ron would make a great Keeper. I don't necessarily understand why, but it just seems right to do so. Ginny became a Chaser because I didn't have any other openings and because she'd be hell to play against.

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Chapter Seven



"I don't believe this..." sighed Harry. He hit his head against a nearby Quidditch goal post repeatedly. "I now need four members and I don't know who I should look at!"

"That's what you get for not paying attention to your team, Harry." Ginny said, patting him on the head like a little boy.

Harry jerked his head away from her. He didn't want to become captain of the Gryffindor team in the first place, but he would be damned if he let the title slip away from him. He had a duty to do and he was going to do it. Even if he was almost clueless as to who in the whole of Gryffindor were grand players.

"I vote that We post up a sign in the Common Room about try outs. It'll be easier to get people to talk to us about being on the team." Ron said. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the next goal post.

Harry started thinking. "If we did post one up, we'll have to make sure they can play and," he paused, "we'll have to make sure we book a time to use the field, which means battling Slytherin to the punch. Ron... you book the field for a couple of days. Ginny, I want you to write the sign."

"You both will have to play against the people who come. I'll have to stay on the ground and judge. That is unless you two are in need of a seeker to play against." Harry finished with a grin.

"Aye-aye, Captain!" Ron did a strange salute which ended up both mussing up his hair and making him smack himself against his cheek. He ran off in search of Madame Hooch.

Ginny stood up on her tip-toes and kissed Harry on his mouth. "Will that get me anymore points, Captain?"

Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh... I don't know... maybe a few...."

Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but Harry covered it with his own. She made several interesting noises against his mouth as she tried to tell him off while kissing him. When he pulled away, she looked indignantly up at him and said, "So there!"

Harry's grin went wider and he prodded her waist. She jumped away from him and giggled. "Watch it! I'm ticklish!"

Harry gave her an evil grin and she smiled. "Oh no you don't. You're not thinking what I think you are thinking! ACK!" Harry grabbed her waist again, making her jump into him.

He kept poking and prodding her waist. She writhed against him until she finally broke away and grinned at him. "Come and get me!"

Harry chased her around the Quidditch field and out toward the lake. When she suddenly stopped and looked out toward the lake. Harry walked up behind her with a questioning look on his face. He wondered why she stopped. "Is something wrong, Ginny?"

"The forest on the other side of the lake. There's something over there."

Harry gulped audibly. He didn't want to face the Chimera again. "Is it the Chim--"

"No... Something over there. I know it. I hear it."

Harry listened carefully. At first, he didn't hear anything. He thought that Ginny was just hearing things and was about to turn them both away, when he heard something. It sounded like a song in the distance. A female voice, singing softly a weird tune that made him stop in his tracks and want to listen some more.

"What IS that music..." He said softly. He walked ahead of Ginny to the edge of the lake. The sun was already setting and the orange light had been fading slowly while Harry listened. In the distance, flowing through the woods, a strange fog flowed out with a disembodied voice following it. A grayish light came out, like a ghost floating through the trees.

The fog rolled across the lake as did the voice and the light. Harry felt rooted to his spot. He couldn't move and he was sure that Ginny couldn't either. He couldn't take his eyes off of the light coming towards him. The music seemed to leave his insides cold.

"Please come to me, we'll fly through the night, the sky, I dine....."

Harry moved his right foot away from the lake. The fog and light were getting closer.

"Please come with me, we'll fly away and soon your soul is mine....."

Harry could now move his left foot. He backed away slowly from the lake's edge. He couldn't see the squid in the lake any longer. It was as if it was afraid of the fog.

"Please come to me, come ride the wind, come sing, come dance, you're mine...."

Harry backed straight into Ginny. She didn't move at all when they fell to the ground. Harry saw that her face had become white as a sheet and her bright brown eyes were glazed over.

"Please don't despair, it's never fair, 'cause soon your soul is mine..."

Harry picked Ginny up as the last words were spoken. The words made his blood run cold. What was this thing coming toward them. It was like being around a dementor. He felt no joy and an inhuman cold ran through his entire being. All that was missing was him hearing his mother screaming, or Ginny hearing Riddle's voice.

Harry ran with her in his arms. She was lighter than he thought she was. Either that, or he was too afraid to put her down. He ran straight up to the castle. The moon shone through the darkness, lighting his path to the castle.

He ran to the hospital wing and ran into Madame Pomfrey. "Young man! I'm a doctor, not roadkill!"

"I would hope not, Madame Pomfrey. I need help. We were playing outside when we heard this weird music coming from nowhere and this strange fog that rolled out of the forest and over the lake towards us. I could barely move!" Harry set Ginny down on a nearby bed. "I don't know what's wrong with her, she just stiffened like a board and didn't budge."

"Oh dear, oh dear...." She touched Ginny's face and took her pulse. She took out a block of chocolate and broke it up into two pieces. "Take this, dear..."

Harry munched on the chocolate, letting the warmth flow through him, as he watched Madame Pomfrey try to wake Ginny. Suddenly, Ginny's eyes fluttered open and she looked over at Harry dreamily. Madame Pomfrey semi-forced the chocolate down Ginny's throat and bustled out of the infirmary.

Harry sat on Ginny's bed and brushed a lock of her fiery hair out of her face. "I'm sorry... I should've grabbed you away sooner."

"T-there's nothing you need to worry about, Harry. I'm fine now." she croaked. She sat up and massaged her forehead. "What happened. All I remember is hearing some strange music and a feeling of incredible depression and fear."

"You were glazed over, like being faced with a Dementor. It certainly felt the same." Harry shivered at the thought of one of those creatures getting near him. He didn't think using his now customary stag patronous would have made a bit of a difference.

Over the next week, classes came and went as usual. In Defense against the Dark Arts, Miss Snape (the Snapette as Astra and Nevaeh were now calling her) made them copy down the various reasons why a Nundu was dangerous. A Nundu was an East-African creature that resembled a giant leopard. It's very breath was virulent enough to slaughter entire villages. All the while, she would make evil jokes and puns about Astra and laugh maniacally.

In Divination, Professor Trelawny was making them read mouse entrails. In a very messy episode, Harry had accidentally made his mouse squirt blood all over Professor Trelawny's backside.

In Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall made them turn their desks into dogs, then turn them back. Hermione made a perfect golden retriever and successfully changed it back into her desk. Neville had accidentally made his desk run away and hide from him.

It was Care of Magical Creatures that Harry dreaded. Instead of going out to Hagrid's hut now, he had to send most of the time in the library. It seemed that no one wanted the job because of the creatures they would be dealing with. Except this time, all of the Gryffindor sixth years were called out to the stables, The Slytherins were right behind them.

Harry lagged behind the group before stopping right before he ran into Ron, who had been walking in front of him. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. We're in the stables, but I wonder why we're all stopped." Ron said as he craned his neck to look above the crowd. It wasn't too big a feat, since Ron was almost two inches taller than most of the other class.

"This is ridiculous! Why are we out here if we don't have a teacher!" resounded a frustrated Parvati Patil.

Suddenly, Harry caught a glimpse of long, jet-black, shimmering strands and a flash of familiar yellow eyes. Harry moved around to get a better look when he heard Lavender Brown give a dreamy sigh. "He's soooo pretty!"

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen. You know me as Professor Wizworth." He smiled cheerfully at them all.

Draco, who just now came up behind Harry, started mouthing off. "I don't believe this. He's not all that handsome!"

"And you would know how?" Astra smirked up at him.

"He knows better than to be baited by a mudblood halvsie like you." Pansy Parkinson shot at her. Then, Pansy traced her index finger down Draco's cheek seductively. "Isn't that right, Drakie-poo."

Nevaeh stuck her finger in her gaping mouth and made a choking sound. As if to say, she wanted to vomit. Astra simply nodded as Harry fought hard not to laugh.

"Today, as this is m first real lesson, I will start off on an easy animal to take care of." He crouched down and picked up a smallish cat-like creature with speckled orange fur, very large ears and a tail that resembled that of a lion's. "This is a Kneazle. They are very intelligent creatures, very independent and can be aggressive."

Professor Wizworth walked around the students and showed them all the kneazle. It purred loudly when h stroked it behind the ears. There was something oddly familiar about the animal. "It can be kept as a pet and can be crossbred with cats. Like this one as an example."

Harry suddenly realized why the kneazle seemed oddly familiar. Professor Wizworth held up Crookshanks. "This is Crookshanks, Hermione's dear pet who has the most uncanny ability to see through the disguise of Animagi. The Kneazle does it even more so. It can sense unsavory individuals and suspicious characters. It also helps it's owner find their way when they are lost."

He put Crookshanks down and Harry watched as Crookshanks ran off towards the castle. Professor Wizworth then started putting people into groups. Harry ended up with Hermione and Ron. Astra was with Kennedy and Nevaeh. Draco was with Pansy and Crabbe.

Then, he set a cage in front of each group. Inside of Harry's cage, there was a brown furred kneazle with black specks all over it. Astra had a grey one with large black spots all over it. "I want you to take care of these creatures. Be nice to them and they won't shred you with those claws of theirs'."

When the weekend finally came, Harry prepared himself for what was coming. He had a list compiled of all the people who had signed up to play on the team. Waiting out on the field, Harry looked at the long line of people. He spotted Denis Creevy in the middle of the pack. Harry sighed as he knew who would be up in the stands, clicking away with his camera.

"Denis Creevy, please step forward." Denis stepped away from the crowd and smiled weakly. "You wish to play chaser position?" Creevy gave him a thumbs up and grinned. "Get on that broom and play against both Ginny and Ron."

It turned out that Denis wasn't as bad as Harry had originally thought. Harry called Denis down from the sky and clapped him on the back. "Good job, Denis! Now go tell your brother over there to stop clicking that camera. It's driving me insane." Harry grumbled the last bit into the boy's ear. Then, he put a check by Denis' name.

Harry went through the list landing on a few names he thought, for sure, had to be the strangest ideas that ever walked the Earth. As if Denis Creevy playing Chaser wasn't scary at all. "Seamus Finnegan. I don't believe this." Harry said silently as Seamus stepped forward. Harry was sure that Seamus would, not only destroy the chances for Gryffindor to win, but would destroy the field as well, him being the resident "walking apocalypse".

Sure enough, Seamus accidentally ran into one of the Goal Hoops trying to score on Ron. "Needs work..." he coughed before walking away.

So far, no one seemed to want the beater position. They all wanted to play chaser instead. Harry wondered if it was because it would have been hard to fill the proverbial shoes of Fred and George Weasley.

He looked over the list again. Most of the people he crossed out were not able to score sufficiently against both Ron and Ginny. "Okay.... Denis.... you stay... Kennedy... you stay as well. The rest of you can run along. I'm sorry."

A few people shrugged and sighed, others cursed silently and walked off. Harry smiled at Kennedy and Denis. "You two made the team! You two will be chasers!"

Kennedy smiled cheerfully. "That's a relief. I was so sure that I wouldn't be able to even pass Miss Weasley there."

"Ginny." She said quietly.

"Wow... I get to play along side the great Harry Potter! Wait until all of my friends hear about this!" Denis said excitedly.

"Now all we need are beaters." Ron said grimly. "No one seems to want that position."

"Not since Fred and George left school." Ginny added.

"How about us!"

Everyone whirled around and saw who spoke. Astra and Nevaeh were wearing their old school's Quidditch uniforms, which were maroon and red. They held their brooms in one hand and their beater clubs in the other.

"Prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double!" said Astra.

They posed back to back and grinned. "For we are the beaters of yer nightmares!" said Nevaeh.

"In the name of all that is Quidditch, I'll punish you!" Astra winked at Harry.

Harry had forgotten about Astra saying they had been beaters for their old school's Quidditch team. "All right, you two... show us what you've got!" Harry smirked.

Astra and Nevaeh both shot up on their brooms and disappeared. Harry let the bludgers loose as Ron and Ginny flew into the air. Astra appeared out of no where. Ginny raced away from the bludger headed for her. She needed a new broom. The old comet she was flying on wasn't going to cut it against all of those Nimbus two thousand and Ones.

Nevaeh suddenly swooped out of no where and hit the bludger away. Harry was impressed. He knew Astra was fairly accurate with a broom, but he never witnessed Nevaeh fly her's.

Suddenly, Harry realized that a group of people were walking onto the field. Harry saw Draco sneer at them. It was the Slytherin team in their Quidditch robes. "Get off of the field, I had it booked for tryouts."

"Oh really? I see that you have two new team members, but what of the beaters, Potter? I heard that no one wanted it." Draco said in his lazy drawl.

Harry pointed up towards the sky, where two very distinctly darker red streaks flew around. "Their up there, if you're willing to take a look."

"What do you want to do captain?" said a burly fourth year beside Draco. Harry hadn't realized that Draco would move up so quickly after their previous captain, Marcus Flint, had left.

Draco mounted his broom and shot up into the air, until he suddenly hit the ground just as a barely visible maroon streak flew past. "I think that's enough, you two. I'll keep you!" Harry called up to the sky.

Ron and Ginny landed softly on the ground panting. Nevaeh landed on the ground and smiled pleasantly at everyone. Astra still had not come down, but Harry could hear her voice. "Harry! Catch!"

Harry barely had enough time to comprehend that statement before he suddenly caught a bludger. He wrestled it to the Quidditch box and stood up when it was chain in place. Astra flew down and landed roughly as she wrestled the second bludger back into the box.

"I guess we're good to go, eh?" she smiled.

Harry looked over at Nevaeh's broom. "What is that thing?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand and One." she blushed. "Mommy gave it to me."

"Who was it that hit me!" growled Draco.

"Who would tell a pathetic prat like yerself." growled Astra back at him. Harry raised his eyebrows at her. She was using British slang now.

"Come on, team... let's hit the showers. Let the Slytherin team have the field." Harry sighed. Then, they all walked off to the dressing rooms.