The Tales of Hogwarts

Harry Potter III

The thing that saddened him most was that no one believed him. He had been to Dumbledore's office and didn't know the password. McGonagall questioned him until he had to tell her why, at which point she had told him that it was impossible for Volemort to be in the school and even Lupin said that he probably had another false dream like the one about Sirius back at the end of the last year. Harry couldn't believe it. Voldemort was in the school and no one was doing anything about it.

"So any new tactics ?" Ron muttered as they made their way to the Quiditch pitch, their brooms on their shoulders.

"I got a few ideas." Harry said simply pulling out a sheet of parchment, "But first we need new chasers and beaters."

It was the day of the tryouts and when Ron and Harry arrived at the pitch there was a large cue of people outside the changing rooms.

"Okay, those of you beating go over there with Ginny Weasly, and chasers follow me and Ron." Harry told the crowd.

It was three in the afternoon before anyone with any real talent tried to score against Ron. A young first year made his way on to the pitch on a Nimbus 2000.

"Name ?" Harry called, his clipboard in hand.

"Fredric Spinnety" The boy yelled back catching the Quaffle Ron threw to him with ease.

"So me what you can do then !" Harry yelled back. And at that the boy threw the ball up and kicked it in the hoop to Ron's right before Ron could even move.

"Okay," Harry said throwing Fredric a second Quaffle, "This time wait for Ron to say he's ready." Harry was sure that Ron had just not been prepared.

"Ready ?" Fredric asked Ron.

"Yep" And in one swift movement Fredric pretended to throw it in the left hoop then as Ron dived, threw it in the right.

"Okay, Fredric, go over there with the other hopefuls." Harry said gesturing to the empty space to the left of him. "NEXT !"

Ron blinked. Was he dreaming. In front of him Hermione was sat on a Cleansweep 4000. Her hair blew in the gentle wind and Ron stared at her for a while before realising that his dorky book worm friend was on a broomstick.

"Name ?" Harry said almost laughing.

"Just give me a Quaffle Harry." Hermione said not laughing. "I've already had to cue for ages only to find that Ginny had already selected her two beaters." She turned to Ron, "Which by the way are her boyfriend Dean and Colin Creevy."

"Well. Lets see what you've got then." Harry said throwing her a Quaffle. She caught it, not as well as Fredric Spinnety had, but she caught it. And then she threw it at the middle hoop, straight under Ron and in the small open gap below him.

"Very good," Harry said shocked, Writing something on his clip board, "I've already selected the other chaser so.." He paused, "You're in, First training session is next Sunday and our first game is the day after the Halloween feast."

The whole team; Ron, Harry, Dean, Ginny, Hermione, Colin and Fredric made their way up the castle when they met Lupin jogging toward them at a hurry.

"Ron !" He yelled, "It's half seven , the sun is about to go down."

"Oh yeah," Ron said turning to the group, "I'm Lupin's safety man, you know lock him up and then let him out in the morning, I'll see you later." He said and the two of them ran back to the castle.

***

Hermione started her Charms homework the minute they got in, while the rest of the team took a shower, Harry landed crumpled in the armchair by the fire.

"I think that went well." Harry said leaning over the chair, he to had decided now was the time to do his Charms and Defence against the Dark Arts homework.

"Yeah," Hermione said over the book, "I've been training all summer." She paused, "So I'd make the team and get to spend more time with Ron."

Harry smiled, those to loved each other really. Harry wondered when Hermione would admit it. Ron too was still in denial.

"You really like him don't you ?" Harry said as he pulled out his book, "The evils of the modern world" and his half-done homework.

"Oh course," Hermione said suddenly looking up, "He's my best friend, not that I don't like you Harry.."

"You fancy him don't you ?" Harry said over his homework.

"Yes," Hermione admitted and she didn't have to say the next line. Harry wouldn't tell Ron, he had to figure it out on his own.