5

Next morning when Harry woke up Ron was still fast asleep. He got dress and went down to the common room. Everyone was excited about something he didn't know why until he saw the notice.

Quidditch try-outs.

Two chasers and a keeper needed for the Gryffindor inter-house quidditch team.

Tryouts on at noon Saturday 20th of September.

Then Ron came down.

"Hey Ron you should try!" asked Harry showing Ron the notice.

"Awesome!" then the smile slowly faded. "How am I going to play with my Cleansweep? By the time I rise high enough in the air everything would've ended!"

Ron had a point but Harry didn't mention it.

That morning they had Potions first. They lined up outside. They had it with Ravenclaw.

"Oh no!" said Ron who went and hid behind Harry and Hermione.

They saw his aunt Dolly.

"Hi sweetheart!" she saw Ron's bright red hair, which stood out. "Awww… look at that! Isn't he just a cupcake?"

"You know Harry, I never thought I'd said this but I wish Snape just hurry up!" Ron whispered so quietly Harry had to try very hard to hear.

Everyone was sniggering so loudly Harry started to question why his aunt never notices.

Then to Ron's delight Snape arrived.

"Bye bye Ronny! You gotta go and learn some potions swotions!" she said waving goodbye.

"Argh! Out of my hundreds aunties and uncles they just had to hire aunt Dolly!"

That lesson they were making healing potions. Linda finished first. Snape looked at it. It was perfectly done, thick and purple.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" said Snape.

"What?" shouted Linda.

"Are you questioning me?"

"Yes! What did I do?"

"Thirty points more from Gryffindor!"

"That's not fair!"

"SILENCE! One more word out of your ignorant little mouth fifty more points would go!"

Linda didn't say a word for the rest of the lesson, instead she just kept glaring at Snape with hatred.

"That Snape! That greasy haired ba-"

Before she could finish Hermione quickly said "Linda!" looking around making sure no one heard it.

Then to everyone's surprise Linda blew up her cauldron.

"Oops!" she said covering her mouth. "I was trying to stir it! Honest!"

"Detention! And sixty points from Gryffindor! Even that fool Longbottom wouldn't stir with a wand!" shouted Snape wiping the purple potion from his face. "Don't you dare leave this room until you clean every single speck of this pathetically done potion up!"

After potions they had History of Magic. Professor Binns kept going on and on and Hermione was taking her notes as usual.

Linda came in right in the middle of the class. Professor Binns barely looked up then continued reading from the textbook.

"History of magic is awfully boring isn't it?" whispered Linda yawning.

Harry gave a weak nod.

"And in fourteen hundreds Kinkoric Latosar was made the minister of magic. One hundred years later he retired, making him the longest lasting minister yet. The next minister was Hetwols Abalstord-"

Linda gasp and her hands shot up.

"Yes Waldenberg." he said with an impatient tone.

"You said a bad word professor!"

Professor Binns chose to ignore this and everyone's laughs and went on with his droning voice.

*

Before they knew it was the twentieth of the September. The Gryffindor common room was full of brooms and buzzing with enthusiasm.

"Ron are you sure you don't want to try out?" asked Linda. "Oh come on! You are keen though aren't you? I'm going to be trying out as well."

Then Harry thought of something, "since I'm not trying out, you can use my firebolt."

"Alright then, thanks a whole bundle Harry!"

Harry ran up followed by Ron to get his broomstick. They all went down to the quidditch pitch afterwards. Harry wished them both good luck and Hermione just wished it to Ron, and sat down.

They split the people according to which position they want to play in, then into four teams. Ron wanted to be a keeper and Linda wanted to be a chaser. And they are playing a game of quidditch without beaters and a seeker. Linda and Ron got put in different teams. And unfortunately they had to play against each other. They started. Linda was surprisingly good, she had great control of her broom and had great velocity only because of her hands, that meant catching the ball was the problem. She managed to catch it a few times and every time she caught the quaffle it would be sure to get through Ron, the times she can't catch it means the ball would usually fall into the other team's hands.

"Look Harry. Seamus is quite good." Hermione was looking at Ron's competition.

From the stands Harry could see Ron looking intense and focussing on the game. Then someone came into the pitch that would make it all very difficult: his aunt Dolly.

"Hi Ronald! I've come to watch you!" she would shout, Ron ignoring her just made her louder. "You're doing so well! Come on! Show them some Weasley skills! Yeah! Go Ron! Go Ron!" she kept on cheering until she trial ended.

Everyone was howling with amusement. Then Harry could've sworn Linda wasn't going as fast and the throw was a feeble one and Ron without effort caught it.

"Yeah! Everybody look at that dazzling boy! Whoo Hoo!" yelled Dolly.

Then the whistle blew and the game ended and the next two teams went up in the air. When Ron touched the ground his aunt gave him a huge hug that seemed like it was more of a squeeze, like he won the whole game.

"Oh how could they not put you on the team? You're a natural!"