Disclaimer: Well, when I woke up this morning, I was pretty sure that all of this was mine, so I thought to myself, why don't you go read some of those great books you wrote, so I do, and you know what I found out? Some Lady named J.K. Rowling owns it, not me! Well, now I have to go reevaluate my life, thank you very much. (you do understand I'm just telling you I don't own Harry Potter, oh, ok, just making sure)

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"Wake up… Harry… WAKE UP!!" Ron's voice shook him out of his sleep.

"What? What is it?"

"Listen," said Ron.

Harry heard music, loud music, coming from the common room.

"What is that!?" Harry yawned.

"I dunno, let's go see!"

Ron dragged Harry downstairs by his wrist. Of course, there was Andrea, reading a book while listening to very loud music.

"Why is that so loud!!??!!" he yelled over the music.

Without looking up from her book, she flicked her wand and the music turned down to a normal volume. Hermione made her way down the stairs, rubbing her eyes.

"What in bloody hell is that noise?"

"Jus' playin' some music," muttered Andrea.

"That's impossible," Hermione yawned, "you can't use electricity in Hogwarts, there are charms that prevent that."

"Yes, but you see, the part that uses electricity is really the c.d. player, not the c.d. It's easy really, I just tweaked one of those hidden information revealing spell thingies to sort of an encoded information revealing spell…thing… that'll play the music written on the c.d.," she answered absentmindedly.

"Wow, um, right then…" said Ron, slightly surprised, mostly uninterested in why the noise was being played, more interested in the fact it was giving him a splitting headache.

"Why must you use these powers for evil," Hermione sighed.

"Because…uh…fuck you."

Harry and Ron sniggered.

"Oh, shut up," Hermione retorted, "what kind of comeback is that?"

"I don't know, but then why are you mad?" Andrea was trying not to pay to much attention to Hermione.

"Well, I usually am when some one says that to me…"

"and the point of a comeback is to get the other person mad, so there, it was a good comeback," she went back to her book again.

"Oh… shut up!"

"ohhh, nice one," she tried waving Hermione away.

"Ok, my multitasking skills can only go so far. Reading, singing, and talking is enough, I cant add dealing with you to the list"

"I don't know whether to be relieved or insulted."

Andrea ignored the comment.

"Anyone for breakfast?"

"Nope, can't eat," said Harry bluntly, "They're announcing the quidditch captains today, I'm too nervous."

"Oh, yeah, they're also trying out new players, I'm gonna go out for chaser."

"You?" Harry laughed at the thought of Andrea playing, "chaser?"

"Yeah… one of your chasers did graduate, right?"

"Yes… but I don't really see you as, well, a chaser."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Never mind, you know, suddenly I'm hungry, let's go Ron."

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Harry Sat impatiently.

When's McGonagall gonna come out and announce the new captains!?

As though she had heard his thoughts, she came out holding a roll of parchment.

"Now I will announce the names of the players who will replace those captains who graduated last year…" She cleared her throat. Suddenly, it was as if he went deaf, the only word he was ready to hear was his name. He watched her mouth forming words in anticipation, then, like it came from a distance…

"Harry Potter"

Ron turned to him grinning. Harry was suddenly shaken back to the normal world.

"I'm the captain?" he said to Ron in disbelief, "I'm the captain!"

McGonagall's voice interrupted.

"Your first task as captains is to oversee the tryouts for the empty positions, and choose the players to take them. On you go!"

"Do you seriously think she's trying out?" asked Ron.

"I think she is, but I seriously don't think she'll make it."

Harry walked over to his part of the quidditch pitch. Waiting for him was Seamus, Neville, Colin, a third year girl he had seen around, and, of course, Andrea.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here Neville," said Harry.

"Yes, well, I've decided just to give it a go, get over my fear of flying," he choked a bit on his words.

"Well, good for you then. Ok, Let's see Seamus first then. What are you trying out for? Keeper, or chaser?"

"Keeper," he said.

"Up we go then."

They soared up into the air. Harry threw the quaffel at him a few times, he blocked a little more than half.

Not bad, thought Harry, could be better.

"Ok, now Neville."

"I'm going for chaser I suppose."

This time Harry stood in front of the goal and blocked every goal Nevil tried to score, It wasn't very hard since he could barely stay on his broom. Next was the third year girl, her name was Abigail Preston, she made a rather good keeper, blocking more of the shots Harry took than Seamus had. He didn't bother long with Colin, he knew having him on the team would be insufferable. Finally…

"Andrea, well, uh… need me to explain anything?" he laughed, amusing himself with the thought of her trying this. It wasn't too unfair of him, he had pretty much given up on her being part of this school at all, quidditch included.

"You really don't think I know anything about this, do you?" she asked, a little disappointed.

"Well, it's just that… I mean, you don't really seem like the type of person who, well… no."

She let out a sigh.

"Let's just get up there, ok?"

They shot up into the air, he was surprised at how strong her kick-off was. She tossed the quaffle up once and caught it, then with one quick, swift motion, she shot it at him like a bullet. He stared, open mouthed for a moment, and then another blur shot past his head.

"You gotta stay on guard!" she yelled to him.

"Yeah, yeah, ok…" and then another one went right past him.

"You're making this too easy Potter!" she shouted.

"That's it Lupin, you're dead."

Despite Harry's best efforts, he was only able to block one goal. Despite everything in Harry screaming the contrary, he couldn't deny it, he had found her place at last.

"Well?" asked Ron as the walked away from the tryouts.

" 'Well' what?"

"Well… did she make a fool of herself?"

"Not exactly…has to be on of the best chasers I've ever seen."

"You're kidding," Ron gasped, a little sarcastically.

"No, Ron, I wish I was, but I'm not, she obviously deserves the spot on the team."

"Well then," Ron said, "I guess she's the new chaser," he smiled tauntingly. "Have fun…"