Xenith
" 'BASEBALL IS BOGOUS. QUIDDITCH IS LIFE.' " ~~~Unknown~~~
Chapter Eight
"So," Harry said nudging his way between Dean and Ron at breakfast on the last day of the first week of school. "What have we got for today?"
"Testing, can you believe it?" answered a very glum looking Ron.
"Why?"
"To see which extra courses we can get into." Hermione answered happily.
"Why do we need any extra courses?"
"To graduate, Harry. I'm going out for AP Transfiguration, Spell Construction and Theory, and Curse Breaking and Defense Spells."
"What's 'AP' stand for?" Dean interjected.
"Advanced Placement."
"You know what the good thing about this testing is though?" Seamus plopped down in the empty seat across from Harry.
"What?"
"That there are some classes offered that you don't have to test into."
"Really?" Ron became much happier at the prospect of not having to take any sort of test the first week of school. "Like what?"
"Well, there's Elemental Magic, which I'm pretty sure is going to be a complete girl class, and there's Medicinal Magic, Muggle Myths, Legends, & Laws, and Journalism---but you have to submit some piece of writing for that one."
"Maybe I'll do that---" Ron mused.
"Oh yeah, there's also Quidditch Exploration, it was just added this year, it's open for third years and up. You have to try out though and there's really limited enrollment. I bet a lot of students will go out for it though."
"There's a class on Quidditch?" Harry's jaw dropped. "You're kidding."
"Nope. I hear Hootch is teaching it. Should be great."
"Hermione?"
"Yes?" She looked up from her thick text, Theory & Creation: Advanced Student Edition.
"How many classes do we HAVE to pick up?"
"I'd suggest at least two."
"Only one's required though." Dean shot in. Hermione glared at him before returning to her book.
"I think I've found my class." Harry smiled and continued to crunch his bacon.
"I'm going to try for Journalism I think." Ron said rather quietly.
"That's wonderful Ron!" Hermione cooed, snapping closed her book and causing Ron's ears to go slightly pink.
"You're not just going straight for the easiest class."
"Yea, well . . ."
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Harry stood in a long line facing Madame Hootch out on the Quidditch Pitch with nearly eighty other students waiting for their instructions. The Quidditch Exploration class only accepted fourteen students and Harry didn't know what other class he would take if he didn't make this one.
"Okay," Madame Hootch explained. "Everyone, pick up your broom and get in the air!" and the wild-haired woman took off into the sky.
Harry climbed aboard his Firebolt and took off after her, soaring far ahead of his fellow students.
"Why aren't Fred and George trying out?" He called out to Angelina Johnson who had just swooped up next to him.
"They have other plans!" She called back, looping through a golden goal post.
"Like what?"
"Well, they got into an advance Potions class with Snape. Amazing isn't it?"
"I'd say so."
"Yeah, they're absolute wizz's in potions. They're mom doesn't know though. But it makes since if you think about it—they're constantly coming up with tricks for that joke shop. Not to mention---"
"Everyone!" Madame Hootch inturupted. "Everyone, come over here please!" And the tryout began.
They were divided by age first and put through their paces. Then they were separated by skill level. Harry found himself in a group consisting of Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson, Colin Creevey, surprisingly enough, and one very grown up Ginny Weasley, just to mention a few.
"Now," Madam Hootch flew before the lower group of, mostly younger, students. "Thank you for coming out. You are dismissed." More then half of the original eighty took their brooms back to the ground and made their way back up to the school.
"And as for you lot," she flew her broom up to the remainder of the students. "As you know, there are only fourteen spots available for this class and there are thirty-nine of you here. That means that less then half of you will make it. I wish you all the best of luck." Madame Hootch then continued to test each one of the teens individually, keeping some while dismissing others.
By the end of the tryout Harry was positively exhausted, his face was completely wind burned, and his arms and legs were stiffer and colder then they'd been in ages. But Harry Potter had never been happier. He wasn't thinking about the nightmares, or how much danger he was continuously in. Just Quidditch. That's all that mattered right now. And the fact that there were now only twenty people left and he was one of them.
"Okay everyone," Madame Hootch addressed the remaining twenty-five. "The following have received places in this class for the following year:
Bowen, Harold Ravenclaw
Chang, Cho Ravenclaw
Creevy, Colin Gryffindor
Dieonbryne, Patrick Slytherin
Higgs, Terrance Slytherin
Johnson, Angelina Gryffindor
Malfoy, Draco Slytherin
McGrife, Chase Slytherin
McMillian, Ernie Hufflepuff
Olin, Zeke Slytherin
Potter, Harry Gryffindor
(Harry nearly fell off his broomstick as he heard his name.)
Rodengraff, Thomas Slytherin
Roy, Michael Slytherin
and
Weasley, Virginia Gryffindor
Congratulations to those of you who made it. To everyone else, there is always next year, you are dismissed. Now, this class---"
But her speech was interrupted when a large something, that none of them could see, crashed into one of the tallest Quidditch stands and into the group of airbourne students.
Harry, Draco, Chase, Zeke, Mike Roy, and Madame Hootch all managed out of the pathway of the invisible beast completely unscathed. Harold, Cho, Colin, Patrick, Terrance, Angelina, Ernie, and Thomas had just managed to stay on their broomsticks as the thing knocked into them like a massive bowling ball. Ginny wasn't nearly as lucky.
Harry watched as Ginny fell from her broom---knocked completely unconscious.
What Harry did next was pure instinct, born of too many years of having to look out for his friend, or his friend's little sister in this case. And when he saw Ginny plummet towards the hard grassy bottom of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch all he could think was that Ron'd kill him if he let his sister die.
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" 'BASEBALL IS BOGOUS. QUIDDITCH IS LIFE.' " ~~~Unknown~~~
Chapter Eight
"So," Harry said nudging his way between Dean and Ron at breakfast on the last day of the first week of school. "What have we got for today?"
"Testing, can you believe it?" answered a very glum looking Ron.
"Why?"
"To see which extra courses we can get into." Hermione answered happily.
"Why do we need any extra courses?"
"To graduate, Harry. I'm going out for AP Transfiguration, Spell Construction and Theory, and Curse Breaking and Defense Spells."
"What's 'AP' stand for?" Dean interjected.
"Advanced Placement."
"You know what the good thing about this testing is though?" Seamus plopped down in the empty seat across from Harry.
"What?"
"That there are some classes offered that you don't have to test into."
"Really?" Ron became much happier at the prospect of not having to take any sort of test the first week of school. "Like what?"
"Well, there's Elemental Magic, which I'm pretty sure is going to be a complete girl class, and there's Medicinal Magic, Muggle Myths, Legends, & Laws, and Journalism---but you have to submit some piece of writing for that one."
"Maybe I'll do that---" Ron mused.
"Oh yeah, there's also Quidditch Exploration, it was just added this year, it's open for third years and up. You have to try out though and there's really limited enrollment. I bet a lot of students will go out for it though."
"There's a class on Quidditch?" Harry's jaw dropped. "You're kidding."
"Nope. I hear Hootch is teaching it. Should be great."
"Hermione?"
"Yes?" She looked up from her thick text, Theory & Creation: Advanced Student Edition.
"How many classes do we HAVE to pick up?"
"I'd suggest at least two."
"Only one's required though." Dean shot in. Hermione glared at him before returning to her book.
"I think I've found my class." Harry smiled and continued to crunch his bacon.
"I'm going to try for Journalism I think." Ron said rather quietly.
"That's wonderful Ron!" Hermione cooed, snapping closed her book and causing Ron's ears to go slightly pink.
"You're not just going straight for the easiest class."
"Yea, well . . ."
--
Harry stood in a long line facing Madame Hootch out on the Quidditch Pitch with nearly eighty other students waiting for their instructions. The Quidditch Exploration class only accepted fourteen students and Harry didn't know what other class he would take if he didn't make this one.
"Okay," Madame Hootch explained. "Everyone, pick up your broom and get in the air!" and the wild-haired woman took off into the sky.
Harry climbed aboard his Firebolt and took off after her, soaring far ahead of his fellow students.
"Why aren't Fred and George trying out?" He called out to Angelina Johnson who had just swooped up next to him.
"They have other plans!" She called back, looping through a golden goal post.
"Like what?"
"Well, they got into an advance Potions class with Snape. Amazing isn't it?"
"I'd say so."
"Yeah, they're absolute wizz's in potions. They're mom doesn't know though. But it makes since if you think about it—they're constantly coming up with tricks for that joke shop. Not to mention---"
"Everyone!" Madame Hootch inturupted. "Everyone, come over here please!" And the tryout began.
They were divided by age first and put through their paces. Then they were separated by skill level. Harry found himself in a group consisting of Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson, Colin Creevey, surprisingly enough, and one very grown up Ginny Weasley, just to mention a few.
"Now," Madam Hootch flew before the lower group of, mostly younger, students. "Thank you for coming out. You are dismissed." More then half of the original eighty took their brooms back to the ground and made their way back up to the school.
"And as for you lot," she flew her broom up to the remainder of the students. "As you know, there are only fourteen spots available for this class and there are thirty-nine of you here. That means that less then half of you will make it. I wish you all the best of luck." Madame Hootch then continued to test each one of the teens individually, keeping some while dismissing others.
By the end of the tryout Harry was positively exhausted, his face was completely wind burned, and his arms and legs were stiffer and colder then they'd been in ages. But Harry Potter had never been happier. He wasn't thinking about the nightmares, or how much danger he was continuously in. Just Quidditch. That's all that mattered right now. And the fact that there were now only twenty people left and he was one of them.
"Okay everyone," Madame Hootch addressed the remaining twenty-five. "The following have received places in this class for the following year:
Bowen, Harold Ravenclaw
Chang, Cho Ravenclaw
Creevy, Colin Gryffindor
Dieonbryne, Patrick Slytherin
Higgs, Terrance Slytherin
Johnson, Angelina Gryffindor
Malfoy, Draco Slytherin
McGrife, Chase Slytherin
McMillian, Ernie Hufflepuff
Olin, Zeke Slytherin
Potter, Harry Gryffindor
(Harry nearly fell off his broomstick as he heard his name.)
Rodengraff, Thomas Slytherin
Roy, Michael Slytherin
and
Weasley, Virginia Gryffindor
Congratulations to those of you who made it. To everyone else, there is always next year, you are dismissed. Now, this class---"
But her speech was interrupted when a large something, that none of them could see, crashed into one of the tallest Quidditch stands and into the group of airbourne students.
Harry, Draco, Chase, Zeke, Mike Roy, and Madame Hootch all managed out of the pathway of the invisible beast completely unscathed. Harold, Cho, Colin, Patrick, Terrance, Angelina, Ernie, and Thomas had just managed to stay on their broomsticks as the thing knocked into them like a massive bowling ball. Ginny wasn't nearly as lucky.
Harry watched as Ginny fell from her broom---knocked completely unconscious.
What Harry did next was pure instinct, born of too many years of having to look out for his friend, or his friend's little sister in this case. And when he saw Ginny plummet towards the hard grassy bottom of the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch all he could think was that Ron'd kill him if he let his sister die.
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