The Quidditch cup is cancelled, but something bigger and better is taking its place... The Quidditch League! A competition involving every magical school in the world. The only question is, who will be picked for the team? And will they have the right stuff to compete?
Author's Notes: As Always, I want to thank my wonderful editor! She is fab and corrects all my stupid mistakes, despite putting all my spelling in American. LOL. Anyway, I wouldn't get anywhere without her, coz a lot of stuff I write is inspiration from our conversations. Anyway thanks again Nar.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters already in the books, but all the other characters and other schools are mine... So please don't take them without permission. A lot of hard work and effort went into writing this story, so if you stealm it, it will make me very sad.
The Quidditch League
Prologue
Harry rolled over in his four-poster bed, it was nearly two a.m. and he still couldn't sleep. All summer and nothing. Once again, Dumbledore had left him to stew at the Dursley's all summer. He had written, as promised, once every three days to the people at Grimmauld Place, and had always received lengthy answers from someone, but none of them ever contained anything especially interesting. The Order could not put anything in a letter that could be intercepted, so they would always tell him the same thing but with different wording. "Stay at the Dursley's, keep yourself out of trouble, don't go out alone." Harry could not see the point in obeying the last warning, even if he could convince Dudley to waddle his great ass out the door, if Voldemort jumped out, wand raised ready to kill Harry on the spot, Dudley Dursley would more than likely stand there and let him. In fact, he would probably have grabbed something big and heavy and given Harry a few whacks to help Voldemort in his job.
Being back at Hogwarts however, he thought something would have happened by now. It was nearing November and he was still having to go to classes, do his homework, practice Quidditch, and do all his free time things without so much of a glimpse of anything strange going on and it was keeping him awake at night. Ron and Hermione were, of course, finding this lack of trouble very relieving. Their prefect duties were keeping them extremely busy, not to mention the stress of now dealing with Newt level work.
Hermione had passed every single one of her levels with 'Outstanding' grades, something that made Professor Snape very unhappy as it meant Hermione was still in his class. Something that made Professor Snape even angrier, and sometimes even change colour, was that Harry had managed to scrape an 'Outstanding'. Nobody, not even Harry knew how he scraped such a high grade, in the exam, he didn't think his potion was that good, but the examiner seemed to think it was, and had graded Harry with the highest grade possible.
Harry had passed most of his exams. His Divination was a complete failure, though he did score higher than Ron who received a 'D', just scraping a 'P', but only by a few marks. History of Magic and Astronomy were unfortunately the same, both receiving a 'P'. His Transfiguration and Charms both received 'Exceeding Expectations' and Care of Magical Creatures he managed, to Hagrid's delight, to receive the same. Herbology was an 'Acceptable' and Defence Against the Dark Arts, he managed to receive an 'Outstanding', something Harry almost laughed about every time he looked at it, with one main thought in mind... If only Dolores Umbridge could see this. On the first day back, Professor McGonagall had called him into her office, offering him a seat and a biscuit.
"Potter, I suppose you know why I've called you in here?" She had asked, taking a seat.
"Actually no." Harry replied slowly.
"Well, I wanted to know if you still wanted to try to become an Auror Potter. You somehow managed to get all the grades," A faint smile flickered across her lips as she flicked through a few pieces of paper. "and even Professor Snape could not find a reason to keep you out of his NEWT class."
"Yes I do want to continue." Harry replied grinning. However dreadful lessons with Snape looked to be, the thought of becoming an Auror was lifting his hopes higher and higher.
"I also wanted to congratulate you on your Defence grade." Professor McGonagall outwardly smiled this time. "Despite having that incompetent twit teaching you all last you, you received the highest grade for Defence in the year."
Harry grinned up at the silhouette of the canopy of his four-poster bed as he remembered how envious Hermione had been at his brilliant Defence grade.
So, classes had resumed as normal, Harry now taking his five highest scored subjects and there had not been a single sight of danger, something that had been making Harry uneasy. Even the new Defence Against the Dark arts teacher, Professor Ranshackle, was really nice. But, on the second day of term, just as Harry and Ron were suspecting she was a Death Eater due to her wish to torture them by giving them excessive amounts of homework, Harry received a letter from Remus Lupin telling him that if he had any problems to talk to Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, or Professor Ranshackle, as she was one of their newest additions to the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione had snorted with laughter when they told her of this, giving her most defined 'I was right' voice. "Well, it just goes to show that you and Ron judge people too quickly." She had scoffed, finishing her essay and rolling it up.
In fact, the only remotely weird occurrence at the school; was that Ron, who had somehow been made Quidditch Captain, had not been given the date for the first Quidditch game, he didn't even know who they were playing. After speaking to the other Quidditch Captains, which unfortunately meant Malfoy as well, Ron found out nobody had been given any hint when the first game would be, but they had all just been told to keep practicing. Harry pondered this for a second. The teachers gave no indication when the Quidditch league would start, but they all seemed extremely pleased training was going ahead. Having passed the weekend when the first game was usually held, Harry was extremely puzzled as to why he hadn't been given the chance to whip the Slyhterin's asses yet.
Having lost all three of their Chasers, and their two Beaters in one year, Harry was surprised they had managed to pull together such an excellent team. Ron was still Keeper, and Harry was obviously still Seeker. Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper, who had replaced for Fred and George when they received their lifetime ban, had been practicing a lot over the summer and were now pretty strong and very good at targeting. Ginny had received a Chaser spot, as had Hailey Penter and Patrick Sailor, all of whom were actually pretty good.
So without the dreams of long dark corridors, without the looming knowledge of something weird, because everyone now knew it was coming, and without any evil teachers in the school, Harry was felt feeling, for the first time in his life since he started Hogwarts, completely normal, and this feeling was keeping him awake at nights.
Author's Notes: As Always, I want to thank my wonderful editor! She is fab and corrects all my stupid mistakes, despite putting all my spelling in American. LOL. Anyway, I wouldn't get anywhere without her, coz a lot of stuff I write is inspiration from our conversations. Anyway thanks again Nar.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters already in the books, but all the other characters and other schools are mine... So please don't take them without permission. A lot of hard work and effort went into writing this story, so if you stealm it, it will make me very sad.
The Quidditch League
Prologue
Harry rolled over in his four-poster bed, it was nearly two a.m. and he still couldn't sleep. All summer and nothing. Once again, Dumbledore had left him to stew at the Dursley's all summer. He had written, as promised, once every three days to the people at Grimmauld Place, and had always received lengthy answers from someone, but none of them ever contained anything especially interesting. The Order could not put anything in a letter that could be intercepted, so they would always tell him the same thing but with different wording. "Stay at the Dursley's, keep yourself out of trouble, don't go out alone." Harry could not see the point in obeying the last warning, even if he could convince Dudley to waddle his great ass out the door, if Voldemort jumped out, wand raised ready to kill Harry on the spot, Dudley Dursley would more than likely stand there and let him. In fact, he would probably have grabbed something big and heavy and given Harry a few whacks to help Voldemort in his job.
Being back at Hogwarts however, he thought something would have happened by now. It was nearing November and he was still having to go to classes, do his homework, practice Quidditch, and do all his free time things without so much of a glimpse of anything strange going on and it was keeping him awake at night. Ron and Hermione were, of course, finding this lack of trouble very relieving. Their prefect duties were keeping them extremely busy, not to mention the stress of now dealing with Newt level work.
Hermione had passed every single one of her levels with 'Outstanding' grades, something that made Professor Snape very unhappy as it meant Hermione was still in his class. Something that made Professor Snape even angrier, and sometimes even change colour, was that Harry had managed to scrape an 'Outstanding'. Nobody, not even Harry knew how he scraped such a high grade, in the exam, he didn't think his potion was that good, but the examiner seemed to think it was, and had graded Harry with the highest grade possible.
Harry had passed most of his exams. His Divination was a complete failure, though he did score higher than Ron who received a 'D', just scraping a 'P', but only by a few marks. History of Magic and Astronomy were unfortunately the same, both receiving a 'P'. His Transfiguration and Charms both received 'Exceeding Expectations' and Care of Magical Creatures he managed, to Hagrid's delight, to receive the same. Herbology was an 'Acceptable' and Defence Against the Dark Arts, he managed to receive an 'Outstanding', something Harry almost laughed about every time he looked at it, with one main thought in mind... If only Dolores Umbridge could see this. On the first day back, Professor McGonagall had called him into her office, offering him a seat and a biscuit.
"Potter, I suppose you know why I've called you in here?" She had asked, taking a seat.
"Actually no." Harry replied slowly.
"Well, I wanted to know if you still wanted to try to become an Auror Potter. You somehow managed to get all the grades," A faint smile flickered across her lips as she flicked through a few pieces of paper. "and even Professor Snape could not find a reason to keep you out of his NEWT class."
"Yes I do want to continue." Harry replied grinning. However dreadful lessons with Snape looked to be, the thought of becoming an Auror was lifting his hopes higher and higher.
"I also wanted to congratulate you on your Defence grade." Professor McGonagall outwardly smiled this time. "Despite having that incompetent twit teaching you all last you, you received the highest grade for Defence in the year."
Harry grinned up at the silhouette of the canopy of his four-poster bed as he remembered how envious Hermione had been at his brilliant Defence grade.
So, classes had resumed as normal, Harry now taking his five highest scored subjects and there had not been a single sight of danger, something that had been making Harry uneasy. Even the new Defence Against the Dark arts teacher, Professor Ranshackle, was really nice. But, on the second day of term, just as Harry and Ron were suspecting she was a Death Eater due to her wish to torture them by giving them excessive amounts of homework, Harry received a letter from Remus Lupin telling him that if he had any problems to talk to Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore, or Professor Ranshackle, as she was one of their newest additions to the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione had snorted with laughter when they told her of this, giving her most defined 'I was right' voice. "Well, it just goes to show that you and Ron judge people too quickly." She had scoffed, finishing her essay and rolling it up.
In fact, the only remotely weird occurrence at the school; was that Ron, who had somehow been made Quidditch Captain, had not been given the date for the first Quidditch game, he didn't even know who they were playing. After speaking to the other Quidditch Captains, which unfortunately meant Malfoy as well, Ron found out nobody had been given any hint when the first game would be, but they had all just been told to keep practicing. Harry pondered this for a second. The teachers gave no indication when the Quidditch league would start, but they all seemed extremely pleased training was going ahead. Having passed the weekend when the first game was usually held, Harry was extremely puzzled as to why he hadn't been given the chance to whip the Slyhterin's asses yet.
Having lost all three of their Chasers, and their two Beaters in one year, Harry was surprised they had managed to pull together such an excellent team. Ron was still Keeper, and Harry was obviously still Seeker. Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper, who had replaced for Fred and George when they received their lifetime ban, had been practicing a lot over the summer and were now pretty strong and very good at targeting. Ginny had received a Chaser spot, as had Hailey Penter and Patrick Sailor, all of whom were actually pretty good.
So without the dreams of long dark corridors, without the looming knowledge of something weird, because everyone now knew it was coming, and without any evil teachers in the school, Harry was felt feeling, for the first time in his life since he started Hogwarts, completely normal, and this feeling was keeping him awake at nights.