Harry flew above the ground eagerly. He had been dieing to get back on his broom. His lifetime ban from Quidditch had been lifted as soon as Umbridge had left. The rest of the team arrived, ready to addition the two newest members of their team, both Chasers. Harry landed beside his team mates to survey the candidates. Ginny was there, and after taking over for Harry as Seeker last year, it was almost certain she would get one slot. Harry didn't know any of the other candidates, but he recognized them all from the Common Room. He sat with the rest of the team watching as the candidates tried to get shots past Ron. It was not as easy to accomplish this as it had been last year because Ron had confidence now. In fact, the only person who could get a shot by him was Ginny, and this was rare.
"This is ridiculous," Katie muttered to Harry, watching the lousy attempts, "Ginny's in but I don't want any of the other ones. I just we'll never get the dream team of your third year back this way." She was about to decide who else to pick with Enie-Meanie-Mionie-Mo when someone called out.
"Wait," Colin Creevey rounded the corner to the Pitch, "I want to addition too!"
Harry looked at Katie, "Don't get your hopes up," She nodded.
Colin flew up into the arm. With the Quaffle grasped firmly in his hands he flew towards Ron. Some how he managed to sink the shot, and another, and another. Katie's mouth fell open watching, and Harry gasped. Katie signaled for everyone to land. Ron was staring open mouthed at Colin. He knew he wasn't close to Wood's level, but he knew that this year he was at least good. Katie quickly announced that Ginny and Colin were the new Chasers and everyone hurried up to the castle to get ready for the Halloween feast.
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"Harry, have you decided when the first D.A. meeting is?" Hermione questioned over plates of ham and potatoes.
"Yeah," Harry replied between mouthfuls, "Tomorrow, Slytherins have the Pitch again."
"Well, you should set the numbers now to get people warning." She advised.
Harry groaned and pulled his fake Galleon out of his pocket. He adjusted the numbers to read 7 3 0 1 1 1 03. Once the numbers were set he slid the coin back into his pocket. At three of the House tables, and the staff tables, and assuredly wherever Fred, George, and Lee were, people reached into there pockets at the sign of heat. A few stared to whisper excitedly to their neighbors that the meeting was so soon.
After the feast Harry's father approached him. "Hello, Dad," Harry grinned at being able to say such a simple word as Dad.
"Hey, Son," James also obviously enjoyed to exchange such basic expressions. "Listen," James Potter began, "I want to tell you that you must make the D.A. a priory in your life. I understand if you even put it above homework, especially Potions, but promise me you will make it a priority, ok?"
"Of-of course," Harry stammered, surprised by this, "but why?"
James glanced worriedly around, "Because I don't want to lose you…to…him…" James trailed off.
Harry nodded that he understood. But he understood more than just that now. Now he realized why Sirius, his parents, and Remus all didn't mention his fate as murderer or murdered. They were all terrified of losing him. Unaware of his surroundings, Harry hugged his father strongly. A jeering voice brought him back to reality.
"Awwwww, isn't that sweet. Potty loved his Daddy."
Harry realized his father and glared at Malfoy. However, this only seemed to encourage him. He had never made a comment as bold as his next with every teacher at Hogwarts, including Dumbledore, in the same room as him.
"Of course," Malfoy once again rested his eyes on Lily Potter, "With a Mudblood for a mother who can blame him?" The outrage that filled the Entrance Hall was amazing. Slytherin easily lost a hundred points in all the teachers' shrieks. Malfoy had a mouth of detention with Sirius, and Harry was streaking towards him once again. He was stopped by an arm. Green eyes livid with rage looked up to meet level brown ones. She has Snape's eyes Harry thought I wonder why no one has noticed.
"Leave him to me," Maria whispered.
Curiosity got the better of him as he watched Maria calmly approach the blonde boy. She knows something about him, or she is an idiot, one of the two Harry watched Maria. Malfoy was even at Harry's height, neither of them was tall, but Maria was even a head shorter.
"Odd isn't it," Maria spoke evenly,
"You jest at scars that never felt a wound. Confused? It is from Romeo and
Juliet, one of the best love stories of all time, by a muggle. But you'll
have plenty of time to figure it out because 'Only the Good Die Young.' Still confused?
It's a famous song by a muggle singer. But I suppose you can't be blamed for
what you said after all: Nought's had,
all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than
by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. I suppose that over did it for you,
it is from Macbeth, another famous muggle play. Basically what it means
is, I'll try to use small words so you can understand, is we can't gain from something
we enjoy if we weren't suppose to be enjoying that, but it is safer to be that
which you hate, then by hating be unsure of your joy. And of course we all know
you are that which you hate."
Everyone stared at Maria, most of them amazed, some filled with uncertainty. The entire time she had been lecturing Malfoy he voice had stayed steady and even. Malfoy had an open mouthed look of utter disbelief as he stared at the girl in front of him.
A/N Finally A decent sized chapter! Sorry to disappoint you that there was n fist fight again…saving that for later…Three cheers for Colin!!!!! Hehehehe Watch For Falling Tumbleweeds (really they hurt)
