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The next few weeks at Hogwarts went without incident. Everyone kept pestering Harry about his Killing Curse counter curse, but he kept his mouth shut and finally threatened to hex one poor first year. Finally, the first Quidditch practice of the yea arrived. Harry walked out on to the pitch. "Where's Fred?" Katie asked. Just then, Fred walked up, looking particularly happy. He grinned at them all, and Harry felt a little nervous. What had Fred done now? "Where've you been? Katie asked crossly. Fred beamed at her. "Ahh, my dear girl! All around the corridors of Hogwarts, until I reached the Quidditch display board. There, I found an interesting piece of information - no, make that two pieces of interesting information." Alicia scowled at him. "Well, if you'd inform us lesser mortals.." "Too true!" Fred said with a loud, mock sigh. "Any7ay, the first piece of news is that George and I are co captains." Harry nearly fell out of his seat, then suppressed a groan. Fred and George? Quidditch captains? He looked around at his fellow team members. By the looks on their faces, he gathered they thought the same as him. "And the second piece of information is that this year, Hogwarts is having an interschool Quidditch team." "A what??" Harry gasped. Fred smiled condescendingly at him. "An interschool Quidditch team. Trials tomorrow. Then, tomorrow night at dinner, the team will be announced as well as their first opposition. And, as one of the captains, I am ordering the entire Gryffindor team to try out for it." "We don't have an entire team," Harry pointed our. "We don't have a keeper." "That's what you think," George said. "Fred and I held trials yesterday." He raised his voice. "You can come out now, ickle ronniekins!" And from behind a tree, came Ron, beaming and clutching a Cleansweep 7.
"Ron!" Harry gasped. "Congratulations!" "Ahem," said Fred. "I would like to remind you that this is a Quidditch practice, not a congrats to the best friend that is on the team session." Ron and Harry both scowled at him, but kicked off anyway.
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Harry gulped. The seekers were the last to try out. He looked around at his contenders for the spot on the team, and felt a little better. He knew that he could fly better than all three of them - only the seeker from each of the other house teams were even bothering to try. Cho was there, and Malfoy, and a third year Hufflepuff he didn't know,. Cedric's replacement.. he swallowed hard. Madam Hooch regarded them all sternly. "Now, no cheating or you automatically lose any chance of being on the team. I'm going to let out the Snitch, and I want to see your attempts to get it. Now, on my whistle, 1, 2, 3!" She blew hard on her whistle, letting out the Snitch at the same time. It hovered for a minute, and then vanished.
Once they were in the air, everyone began, much to Harry's disgust, tailing him. They marked him so closely he could hardly move, let alone have any chance of seeing the Snitch. He went into a sharp dive going as fast a s he could, then pulled up and zoomed towards the other end of the pitch, making sure he was going too fast for anyone to catch up. Then he saw it - the snitch- hovering next to Madam Hooch. He wheeled his broomstick the opposite direction tother, and then, when everyone had turned that way, went sharply the other way angina, catching the Snitch in seconds. Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, and they drifted to the ground. She smiled at them all. "Very nice flying, all of you. I will inform Dumbledore of my choice straight away."
Rona and Hermione were waiting for Harry in the Gryffindor common room. "Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Howdya go?" Harry smiled. "I caught the Snitch. It took ages, all three of the other Seekers were tagging me." Hermione beamed. "You're sure to get on the team! You caught the Snitch!" Harry nodded, but that didn't stop him feeling like he had just swallowed a bucket of worms that suffered from hyperactivity. What if they thought that he wasn't such a good flyer and put someone else on? What if they picked Malfoy???!
Finally, Dumbledore stood up. Dead silence. He smiled at them all. "I am very proud to announce that the new Hogwarts Quidditch team is: playing Chaser; Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia (can't remember the surname)! The Beaters are Fred and George Weasly! Our Keeper is Roger Davies! And finally, our Seeker, Harry Potter!" All the tables cheered, but the cheering was about 10 times louder at the Gryffindor table. "Nearly the whole team are Gryffindors!" Neville exclaimed delightedly. Ron smiled unsteadily at Harry. "Congratulations," he said. Hermione looked anxiously between the two of them. "You aren't going to fight, are you?" she asked. Ron shook his head. "Its nothing. Not that I really wanted to be on the team any way." his voice trailed off uncertainly and Harry winced. He knew very well that Ron wanted to be on the team more than anything, and he was feeling a little left out. After all, Harry was famous, and Hermione was a genius, so he had reason to feel like that.
"Well done, all of you!" Dumbledore said. "Now, you will be playing against your first opponents, Durmstrang, in January. I am not totally sure of the players names, but I do know that their captain and Seeker Viktor Krum will be sending me the list to give to our Hogwarts team in a few days." A disbelieving murmur ran through the great Hall. Harry's stomach lurched unpleasantly. Krum. An international Quidditch star. And he, Harry, would be playing against him. Fred and George turned to eye Harry. He stood up. "Ron, Hermione, are you guys coming back up to the common room?" They both nodded.
As they walked across the Hall, Harry said "Wouldn't Krum have left school?" Hermione shook her head. "Oh no. He missed out on so much that he had to stay on for another year. He told me when I visited him in the holidays." Ron scowled. "You visited Vicky?" "Don't call him that!" Hermione hissed. "My parents came too; we were on a trip of southern Europe! I only saw him twice. "Harry rolled his eyes, and was about to head up the marble staircase when he heard someone call his name.
"Potter!" He wheeled around. Figg was there, a most disapproving look on her face. "Dumbledore wants you to go to his office. Urgent." "Yes Professor." He turned to Ron and Hermione. "I'll see you guys in the common room." They nodded, and Harry changed direction, heading for the statue of the griffin. When he got there, he realised that he didn't know the password. "Err, Chocolate Frogs?" he tried. "Canary Creams, no, he wouldn't know about those." his voice trailed off as the griffin sprang aside revealing the spiral staircase. "Correction. Dumbledore likes Canary Creams. Wait till I tell Fred and George."
Dumbledore wasn't there. Harry sat down nervously, wondering what he wanted. He hadn't broken any rules, no dreams, no Death Eaters had attacked him..Just then he noticed a piece of parchment lying on the desk. It had his name written on the front. He hesitated, then picked it up. It had his name on it after all. Slowly he unfolded the parchment, revealing a short note written in a narrow, sloping hand.
Harry, I want you to search for a Ministry law that will enable us to get Sirius a trial. I cannot attend to this myself as I have Order business. The books you will need are in the bookcase in my office. Good Luck! Professor Dumbledore
Harry stared, wondering what on earth Order business was. Glancing around the office, he noticed a large bookcase filled with numerous books. It took several minutes of searching to find what he was looking for. A set of books, twelve to be precise, all titled Ministry Laws, Volume 1, 2, 3 and so on. Deciding immediately in would be pointless to try and carry the books - they were all large - he waved his wand, muttering "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Ron stared as Harry walked into the common room, floating a dozen large books in front of him. "Err, Harry? You all right? I mean, you'd expect this from Hermione - Ouch!" Hermione had just whacked him over the head with her Ancient Runes book, and it was fairly heavy, but she to was looking at Harry with interest. Harry grinned. "I'm searching all these books to find a way to get Sirius a trial. Want to help?" "Of course we will!" Hermione said at once. She looked positively delighted at the prospect of reading all those books. Ron eyed the pile apprehensively, but he too nodded.
AN Sorry I haven't updated, I've been really busy - school holidays, then camp. Not only that, I write everything on loose paper. Please Review! Or I might not continue. I want your ideas on what you think should happen.
The next few weeks at Hogwarts went without incident. Everyone kept pestering Harry about his Killing Curse counter curse, but he kept his mouth shut and finally threatened to hex one poor first year. Finally, the first Quidditch practice of the yea arrived. Harry walked out on to the pitch. "Where's Fred?" Katie asked. Just then, Fred walked up, looking particularly happy. He grinned at them all, and Harry felt a little nervous. What had Fred done now? "Where've you been? Katie asked crossly. Fred beamed at her. "Ahh, my dear girl! All around the corridors of Hogwarts, until I reached the Quidditch display board. There, I found an interesting piece of information - no, make that two pieces of interesting information." Alicia scowled at him. "Well, if you'd inform us lesser mortals.." "Too true!" Fred said with a loud, mock sigh. "Any7ay, the first piece of news is that George and I are co captains." Harry nearly fell out of his seat, then suppressed a groan. Fred and George? Quidditch captains? He looked around at his fellow team members. By the looks on their faces, he gathered they thought the same as him. "And the second piece of information is that this year, Hogwarts is having an interschool Quidditch team." "A what??" Harry gasped. Fred smiled condescendingly at him. "An interschool Quidditch team. Trials tomorrow. Then, tomorrow night at dinner, the team will be announced as well as their first opposition. And, as one of the captains, I am ordering the entire Gryffindor team to try out for it." "We don't have an entire team," Harry pointed our. "We don't have a keeper." "That's what you think," George said. "Fred and I held trials yesterday." He raised his voice. "You can come out now, ickle ronniekins!" And from behind a tree, came Ron, beaming and clutching a Cleansweep 7.
"Ron!" Harry gasped. "Congratulations!" "Ahem," said Fred. "I would like to remind you that this is a Quidditch practice, not a congrats to the best friend that is on the team session." Ron and Harry both scowled at him, but kicked off anyway.
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Harry gulped. The seekers were the last to try out. He looked around at his contenders for the spot on the team, and felt a little better. He knew that he could fly better than all three of them - only the seeker from each of the other house teams were even bothering to try. Cho was there, and Malfoy, and a third year Hufflepuff he didn't know,. Cedric's replacement.. he swallowed hard. Madam Hooch regarded them all sternly. "Now, no cheating or you automatically lose any chance of being on the team. I'm going to let out the Snitch, and I want to see your attempts to get it. Now, on my whistle, 1, 2, 3!" She blew hard on her whistle, letting out the Snitch at the same time. It hovered for a minute, and then vanished.
Once they were in the air, everyone began, much to Harry's disgust, tailing him. They marked him so closely he could hardly move, let alone have any chance of seeing the Snitch. He went into a sharp dive going as fast a s he could, then pulled up and zoomed towards the other end of the pitch, making sure he was going too fast for anyone to catch up. Then he saw it - the snitch- hovering next to Madam Hooch. He wheeled his broomstick the opposite direction tother, and then, when everyone had turned that way, went sharply the other way angina, catching the Snitch in seconds. Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, and they drifted to the ground. She smiled at them all. "Very nice flying, all of you. I will inform Dumbledore of my choice straight away."
Rona and Hermione were waiting for Harry in the Gryffindor common room. "Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "Howdya go?" Harry smiled. "I caught the Snitch. It took ages, all three of the other Seekers were tagging me." Hermione beamed. "You're sure to get on the team! You caught the Snitch!" Harry nodded, but that didn't stop him feeling like he had just swallowed a bucket of worms that suffered from hyperactivity. What if they thought that he wasn't such a good flyer and put someone else on? What if they picked Malfoy???!
Finally, Dumbledore stood up. Dead silence. He smiled at them all. "I am very proud to announce that the new Hogwarts Quidditch team is: playing Chaser; Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia (can't remember the surname)! The Beaters are Fred and George Weasly! Our Keeper is Roger Davies! And finally, our Seeker, Harry Potter!" All the tables cheered, but the cheering was about 10 times louder at the Gryffindor table. "Nearly the whole team are Gryffindors!" Neville exclaimed delightedly. Ron smiled unsteadily at Harry. "Congratulations," he said. Hermione looked anxiously between the two of them. "You aren't going to fight, are you?" she asked. Ron shook his head. "Its nothing. Not that I really wanted to be on the team any way." his voice trailed off uncertainly and Harry winced. He knew very well that Ron wanted to be on the team more than anything, and he was feeling a little left out. After all, Harry was famous, and Hermione was a genius, so he had reason to feel like that.
"Well done, all of you!" Dumbledore said. "Now, you will be playing against your first opponents, Durmstrang, in January. I am not totally sure of the players names, but I do know that their captain and Seeker Viktor Krum will be sending me the list to give to our Hogwarts team in a few days." A disbelieving murmur ran through the great Hall. Harry's stomach lurched unpleasantly. Krum. An international Quidditch star. And he, Harry, would be playing against him. Fred and George turned to eye Harry. He stood up. "Ron, Hermione, are you guys coming back up to the common room?" They both nodded.
As they walked across the Hall, Harry said "Wouldn't Krum have left school?" Hermione shook her head. "Oh no. He missed out on so much that he had to stay on for another year. He told me when I visited him in the holidays." Ron scowled. "You visited Vicky?" "Don't call him that!" Hermione hissed. "My parents came too; we were on a trip of southern Europe! I only saw him twice. "Harry rolled his eyes, and was about to head up the marble staircase when he heard someone call his name.
"Potter!" He wheeled around. Figg was there, a most disapproving look on her face. "Dumbledore wants you to go to his office. Urgent." "Yes Professor." He turned to Ron and Hermione. "I'll see you guys in the common room." They nodded, and Harry changed direction, heading for the statue of the griffin. When he got there, he realised that he didn't know the password. "Err, Chocolate Frogs?" he tried. "Canary Creams, no, he wouldn't know about those." his voice trailed off as the griffin sprang aside revealing the spiral staircase. "Correction. Dumbledore likes Canary Creams. Wait till I tell Fred and George."
Dumbledore wasn't there. Harry sat down nervously, wondering what he wanted. He hadn't broken any rules, no dreams, no Death Eaters had attacked him..Just then he noticed a piece of parchment lying on the desk. It had his name written on the front. He hesitated, then picked it up. It had his name on it after all. Slowly he unfolded the parchment, revealing a short note written in a narrow, sloping hand.
Harry, I want you to search for a Ministry law that will enable us to get Sirius a trial. I cannot attend to this myself as I have Order business. The books you will need are in the bookcase in my office. Good Luck! Professor Dumbledore
Harry stared, wondering what on earth Order business was. Glancing around the office, he noticed a large bookcase filled with numerous books. It took several minutes of searching to find what he was looking for. A set of books, twelve to be precise, all titled Ministry Laws, Volume 1, 2, 3 and so on. Deciding immediately in would be pointless to try and carry the books - they were all large - he waved his wand, muttering "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Ron stared as Harry walked into the common room, floating a dozen large books in front of him. "Err, Harry? You all right? I mean, you'd expect this from Hermione - Ouch!" Hermione had just whacked him over the head with her Ancient Runes book, and it was fairly heavy, but she to was looking at Harry with interest. Harry grinned. "I'm searching all these books to find a way to get Sirius a trial. Want to help?" "Of course we will!" Hermione said at once. She looked positively delighted at the prospect of reading all those books. Ron eyed the pile apprehensively, but he too nodded.
AN Sorry I haven't updated, I've been really busy - school holidays, then camp. Not only that, I write everything on loose paper. Please Review! Or I might not continue. I want your ideas on what you think should happen.