Chapter Six-Quidditch
Harry sighed as he walked through the halls of Hogwarts, trying to get some of the things out of his mind. Harry smiled as he looked out one of the windows and saw the Pitch standing there all alone. How he missed playing Quidditch. Suddenly a smile appeared on his face. Hurrying back to his room he grabbed his broom and his snitch, deciding to see if he still had perfect eyes.
Severus watched from the entrance way of the pitch as his son flew high above him in the night air. This was Harry's get away when his mind was full and troubled. Severus could remember the late nights in Harry's Seventh year when he would come out and find his wayward son flying by moonlight around the pitch, as though he were in a game. The first time this had angered Severus, and worried him. But after awhile, Severus had grown accustomed to it, and every once in awhile he would join his soon in a match. Severus could tell that Harry wasn't in much of a mood for company tonight, so watching him for a few more minutes, Severus made his way in, not wanting to intrude of the younger man.
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Come Saturday morning everyone was prepared for the Quidditch try outs, Harry had been named coach of the Gryffindor team when they needed someone other than the Captain. Severus was still coach of the Slytherin team.
Harry walked out onto the field and smiled at his sister early that morning. Try outs normally lasted all day, in order of the house that signed up first. Each try out time for the house would last approximately two to three hours, then the Captain and coach would decide who was on the team. By the next Saturday the team was starting practice, which was also based on why they were given time to practice and who signed up for when.
Demi looked over at her brother and nodded. There were several already lined up. There were two seventh years on the team, which made it tough because they would be leaving, a fourth year and a fifth year, normally there wouldn't be so few players, but many had dropped out because they were busy with other things. Steffi Cranston, Charlie Weasley and Alex stood among the many students trying out.
"Hey Demi," Harry said smiling as he approached her and the other three seventh years.
"Hi Harry," she said smiling at her older brother.
"What have we got?" He asked.
"We need a two chasers and a seeker, unless of course you'd like that position," Harry chuckled.
"Nope, sorry sweetheart, teachers can't play, otherwise I would," he said smiling.
"I know, so how do you want to do this?" She asked.
"Your choice," he said.
"Okay, well let's start a scrimmage, Alex, Steffi and Charlie you guys join Tammy, Andrew, Peter and Gavin, and you'll be the blue team. Peter and Gavin are the beaters. Steffi and Charlie why don't you join Tammy as Chasers, Andrew you're the keeper and Alex you can be the seeker. Amy, Frankie, John, Devin, Paul, Mark and Rachel you guys are on the other team. Amy you can be the seeker, Frankie and John are beaters, Mark, Paul and Devin are chasers and Rachel could you be the keeper?" She nodded. Demi smiled and looked at her brother.
"Good, we'll be hovering over there on our brooms, play like it's a real game, we'll be watching you guys," she said smiling. Once they all mounted their brooms Harry blew the whistles and the balls were all released.
They watched for awhile smiling and noticing who was good and who wasn't so great.
"Alex is great, look at him," Demi said as she pointed to Harry's son. Harry watched his son plummet towards the ground for the golden snitch. It didn't take him long to grab it all, and within moments his side had one. Harry sighed.
"Maybe it runs in my genes," he said slightly.
"You don't seem pleased, your son is about to be the seeker."
"Yeah, probably one of the more dangerous positions, and to add to that, his brother is probably just as good at it as he is," Harry said.
"Do you want him to be cut?" Demi asked, no sure if she was willing to do it.
"No," Harry said sternly.
"No, Alex deserves to be on the team, he's got great skills, possibly better than me. Steffi and Charlie are good too."
"I thought his name was Harry," she said.
"His full name is Harold Charles Weasley, he says he usually goes by Charlie, that's what his father calls him." Demi scowled.
"Do you think Ron is still angry?"
"I don't know, and to be honest I'd rather not know, but I think he is and I'm probably going to find out sooner than I'd like."
"So it looks like we've got some of our new players. Stephanie Cranston, Charlie Weasley and Alex Potter Snape," she said looking at her brother, who simply sighed and blew the whistle.
"Don't tell Hermione yet, I really don't like it when she worries," he said slightly. Demi nodded and watched her older brother walk off the field.
"All right everyone…" her voice trailed off as Harry walked out towards the lake and sat down by the tree. LL's spot, he smiled at the memory of being told that his mothers would spend their time under this tree.
"Wanna talk about it?" Came the familiar voice. Harry smiled and looked at Lupin.
"Not really, but I wouldn't mind a walk with a good source of company," Harry said smiling. Lupin nodded and held a hand out to the young wizard, helping him off the ground. They slowly began to walk around the large lake.
"I got in touch with your God-father," Lupin said.
"How is he?" Harry asked.
"Alive, but I don't know much, he's worried about you. If you ask me he shouldn't have ever left."
"Did he ever tell you why he left?" Harry asked.
"Well he claims it was for you, truth is Harry, part of him knew it was tearing you apart to see him and Severus fight all the time. Seeing as you were very much attached to Severus he knew he had to leave. He didn't want to hurt you, but I think had he stayed he could have resolved whatever the hell was up his ass."
"They never tried very hard," Harry said.
"No they didn't. One of your father's failing I suppose. He didn't know how to approach Sirius, every time he tried Sirius would yell at him."
"Is he coming back?" Harry asked.
"Yes, he'll be here on Wednesday. I suspect you'll want to see him?" Harry nodded.
"Yes, however I'm heading to Hogsmeade that night, with the third years and up."
"I figured. Don't worry Harry, I'll figure something out. Everyone is returning, I don't think it'll be too long before you see him. How about Ron, have you found him yet?" Harry sighed.
"No, I haven't really gotten a chance to talk to Charlie. Bill has talked to all of his brothers, and while they're all willing to help as Aurors, none of them know where Ron is. Ginny doesn't even know. I don't even think Molly and Arthur know where he is. Hermione doesn't know."
"Do you know who he married?" Lupin asked.
"Well, I think it might have been Lavender Brown, but I'm not positive."
"Can you contact her, find out where she is?" He asked.
"I don't even know where to begin."
"I think your answer is right there," Lupin said pointing to Charlie, Steffi and Alex as the walked around the lake and talked.
"Truth is, I'm afraid he won't want to talk to me," Harry said.
"Harry, that fight was thirteen years ago, now the man named his son after you and gave you a god-son, surely there still has to be friendship in that."
"The same thing could be said about you and Sirius or you and dad."
"Yes well, we all make mistakes. Harry talk to the boy, the worst thing you can be told is that Ron wants to have nothing to do with you."
"Or he's dead."
"No, you know he's alive, because his father calls him Charlie. Now go talk to the boy." Harry sighed and nodded.
"Charlie," Harry called as he approached the children. Alex smiled at his father.
"Hi Professor Potter," Harry smiled softly at Steffi, something told him the girl had a crush on one of two people, him or Alex, or maybe both of them.
"Hi Steffi. Charlie could I speak with you a moment?" The boy shrugged and nodded. Harry smiled.
"We'll meet you in the common room Charlie," Alex said as he and Steffi headed back towards the castle.
"Charlie, um, your father, is Ronald Weasley correct?" Charlie nodded.
"Yes sir, and my mom is Lavender Brown." Harry smiled.
"Where is your father right now Charlie?" Harry asked.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I need to speak to him, and the truth is I have no clue how to get contact with him. None of his brothers know where his is, neither does your Aunt Ginny. I don't even think your grandparents know where he is."
"Dad's been having a hard time," the boy explained.
"What do you mean Charlie?" Harry asked, worried about his best friend.
"Well, dad started drinking about a year and a half ago," Harry felt a pang of guilt in him.
"Is he an alcoholic?" Harry asked.
"No sir he just drinks sometimes, but I'm not supposed to tell anyone," Charlie said, his eyes watering, thinking he had betrayed his father.
"Charlie, I need you to tell me something else. Why did your dad begin to drink?"
"Well first he drank a little every day, for all different reasons, then he began to drink heavier when I was showing signs of magic and when he lost his job."
"Has he ever hurt you?"
"I…"
"Charlie, did you father ever hit you?"
"A couple times," he whispered.
"Jesus, how badly?"
"Not bad, and it was only cause I was bad," Charlie cried.
"Charlie, I'm sorry son, I didn't mean to completely upset you, and I see I have. Please forgive me, but it is a good thing you told me, because now we can get your daddy help."
"Are you going to arrest my daddy?"
"No, No," Harry said puling Charlie close as the boy cried. Harry reeling from the revelation.