Harry walked onto the Quidditch pitch holding a Nimbus 1000. Ron, Hermione
and Lily were sitting in the stands looking happy.
"So, exactly, where did you get this broom?" Harry asked James, who simply smiled.
"Got it out of the broom cupboard, it was the only one left"
"So, in other words you stole it" Harry said, feeling himself start to grin. James gave off an offended look.
"You think that *I*, James Potter would steal something?! I merely borrowed it!" James said. Harry smirked.
"Yeah right"
"Hello! We're here to see what Harry's like at Quidditch, not to watch you two have a discussion over whether James stole the broom!" Sirius yelled from the stands.
James sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Okay, so you said that you were a Seeker, right?" James questioned. Harry nodded.
"Right, well, what I'm gonna do is let the Snitch out and we're both gonna try and catch it, got that?"
Harry nodded once again. James knelt down to a trunk and unlocked the Hogwarts crest, inside it was a golden ball that, as soon as James let go of it, started to fly off.
"Let's mount our brooms and fly around first so we get the feel of flying, I haven't been flying for a whole month, so I'm probably gonna be a little rusty" James told him. Harry grimaced.
"I haven't played Quidditch in four months, so think yourself lucky"
Together, James and Harry mounted their brooms and flew up into the air.
"Let's have a race! The fastest one to fly around the Quidditch pitch and stop by the stands where Padfoot and that lot are wins" James yelled to him.
"Got it!" Harry yelled back.
Sirius was standing up and grinning.
"On your marks! Get set! GO!" and with the wave of his hand, James and Harry flew off. It was James in the lead to begin with, but half way through, Harry made a comeback, but then it came to be neck and neck and finally .
"Ooh! I think that James *just* won!" Ron said, looking disappointed. James was looking back at Harry, who smiled.
"That was a good race" James smiled and nodded.
"You were a good opponent; no one's ever come close to beating me before"
Suddenly, Harry spotted a glint of gold. The Snitch! How could he dive down and get it, while James was talking to him? Slowly, but surely, Harry made his way nearer the Snitch, then as soon as James noticed what Harry was doing, they both raced down after the Snitch.
"Come on Harry!" Ron, Hermione and Lily cried in unison.
"Go on James!" Sirius, Remus and Peter shouted.
Before anyone knew what was happening, Harry had pulled up, while James was still sailing downwards. James quickly managed to right himself, but not before scraping his knee badly on the ground. He flew back up and looked around.
Harry's eyes darted everywhere, the Snitch had just disappeared. James was right on his tail; he couldn't let him get it.
"I can't see it anywhere!" James' voice cried out in frustration. Harry looked over to him and smiled weakly. His father was just a good a Quidditch player as everyone had said. Another glint of gold caught Harry's attention. The Snitch again.
He raced down after it, but not before James had realized what was going on. Harry flew faster and faster and at the last minute, put on a burst of speed, causing him to fly past the Snitch. He turned around and did a back- flip as he caught it. He flew back up into the air, grinning as he held the Snitch in his hand. Ron, Hermione and Lily burst into applause, while Sirius, Remus and Peter looked at him, dumbstruck.
James flew up to him and shook his hand.
"That was bloody amazing! I've gotta admit, I've never seen such flying!" James grinned "How would you like to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
Harry's heart lifted and trying his best not to sound too excited over the prospect of playing on the same team as his father, but failing miserably said "Yeah, I'd love to!"
James nodded and he gave a great whoop of joy.
"We found ourselves a new Seeker guys! Now all I've gotta do is tell McGonagall"
"Are you the Quidditch team Captain?" Harry questioned. James turned to him and nodded.
Harry and James slowly flew down to the ground, while Sirius, Peter, Remus, Lily, Ron and Hermione ran over to them. James quickly put the Snitch back into the trunk, while everyone else was congratulating Harry.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Sirius cried.
"Absolutely wicked!" Peter agreed.
"You're just as good as James!" Remus exclaimed. Harry beamed at this comment.
"Harry, you've got talent!" Lily said, happily.
James clapped Harry on the back.
"What's say; we all go the Three Broomsticks and celebrate? We've needed a decent Seeker for ages and we've finally found one, what do ya say?" James questioned everyone. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Mr. Potter!" Someone called over the Quidditch pitch. James looked over to see a very stern looking Professor McGonagall.
"Harry, come with me, we should tell her the good news" Harry nodded and followed James.
"Professor McGonagall! We've found ourselves a new Seeker!" James exclaimed happily. McGonagall looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Harry Poor! He's an amazing Seeker! I've just played against him! I think he should join the Gryffindor Quidditch team, with your permission of course" James added.
McGonagall looked at Harry, uncertainly.
"Why do people keep looking at me like that?!" Harry said, sounding annoyed.
"Like what?" McGonagall asked.
"Like they don't believe that it's possible for me to be good at Quidditch!"
McGonagall looked at him apologetically.
"Also Professor, Harry started playing Quidditch in his first year at his school!" James exclaimed.
McGonagall looked at Harry with wide eyes.
"Is this true?" she questioned. Harry sighed.
"Yes, it's true Professor"
McGonagall smiled.
"Alright, I will see to your first Quidditch practice, seven tonight I assume?" she questioned James. James nodded to confirm.
"Very well, see you tonight at seven" and with that, McGonagall walked off.
James grinned at Harry and ruffled his hair.
"The Quidditch cup is in the bag!" he yelled happily.
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At seven that night, the Gryffindor Quidditch team huddled around James in the changing rooms. They were all eager to know who the new Seeker was. He'd decided to leave it a surprise for them. He stood up and smiled.
"Everyone, meet our new Seeker! Harry Poor!" Everyone turned to see Harry stand up and wave slightly. They all smiled at him as he sat down.
"So, I take it that you're good then?" Rosie Thompson said. She was a beater.
"Well, I . uh ." Harry stuttered.
"Harry, why are you so embarrassed about people knowing how good you are at Quidditch?" James questioned him. Harry blushed and looked down at the ground. He didn't want to tell anyone, but the fact that he was on the Quidditch team with his dad made him helpless with words.
"I dunno" he said, looking up again "I guess I just don't want to boast"
James raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you can boast as much as you like when we beat Slytherin on Saturday" Harry smiled as the rest of the team cheered.
"Well, now that you know who our Seeker is, let's go out and practice!" James said and with that, they all hurried onto the Quidditch pitch.
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"Harry! You were brilliant!" Lily said, beaming. Harry blushed. After practicing for two hours, he'd caught the Snitch over twenty times.
Professor McGonagall walked over to him, looking happier than Harry had ever seen her.
"Mr. Poor, I've never seen such flying! It looks like that the Quidditch cup will be ours this year!" McGonagall said, happily.
"Yeah! The Slytherins are going down!" Sirius cried and the rest of the Quidditch team cheered in agreement.
"Right, now I want all of you in bed! Tomorrow's a school day!" McGonagall said, half heartedly.
"Professor, do you think that Harry could go down to Hogsmeade tomorrow after school and get himself a decent broom?" James asked.
McGonagall smiled yet again.
"I don't think that that will be necessary Mr. Potter" She said "I will order him a broom" James and Harry grinned and gave each other a high-five.
"This is gonna be the best year ever!" Ron said, sounding happy.
Hermione and Harry nodded in agreement.
"So, exactly, where did you get this broom?" Harry asked James, who simply smiled.
"Got it out of the broom cupboard, it was the only one left"
"So, in other words you stole it" Harry said, feeling himself start to grin. James gave off an offended look.
"You think that *I*, James Potter would steal something?! I merely borrowed it!" James said. Harry smirked.
"Yeah right"
"Hello! We're here to see what Harry's like at Quidditch, not to watch you two have a discussion over whether James stole the broom!" Sirius yelled from the stands.
James sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Okay, so you said that you were a Seeker, right?" James questioned. Harry nodded.
"Right, well, what I'm gonna do is let the Snitch out and we're both gonna try and catch it, got that?"
Harry nodded once again. James knelt down to a trunk and unlocked the Hogwarts crest, inside it was a golden ball that, as soon as James let go of it, started to fly off.
"Let's mount our brooms and fly around first so we get the feel of flying, I haven't been flying for a whole month, so I'm probably gonna be a little rusty" James told him. Harry grimaced.
"I haven't played Quidditch in four months, so think yourself lucky"
Together, James and Harry mounted their brooms and flew up into the air.
"Let's have a race! The fastest one to fly around the Quidditch pitch and stop by the stands where Padfoot and that lot are wins" James yelled to him.
"Got it!" Harry yelled back.
Sirius was standing up and grinning.
"On your marks! Get set! GO!" and with the wave of his hand, James and Harry flew off. It was James in the lead to begin with, but half way through, Harry made a comeback, but then it came to be neck and neck and finally .
"Ooh! I think that James *just* won!" Ron said, looking disappointed. James was looking back at Harry, who smiled.
"That was a good race" James smiled and nodded.
"You were a good opponent; no one's ever come close to beating me before"
Suddenly, Harry spotted a glint of gold. The Snitch! How could he dive down and get it, while James was talking to him? Slowly, but surely, Harry made his way nearer the Snitch, then as soon as James noticed what Harry was doing, they both raced down after the Snitch.
"Come on Harry!" Ron, Hermione and Lily cried in unison.
"Go on James!" Sirius, Remus and Peter shouted.
Before anyone knew what was happening, Harry had pulled up, while James was still sailing downwards. James quickly managed to right himself, but not before scraping his knee badly on the ground. He flew back up and looked around.
Harry's eyes darted everywhere, the Snitch had just disappeared. James was right on his tail; he couldn't let him get it.
"I can't see it anywhere!" James' voice cried out in frustration. Harry looked over to him and smiled weakly. His father was just a good a Quidditch player as everyone had said. Another glint of gold caught Harry's attention. The Snitch again.
He raced down after it, but not before James had realized what was going on. Harry flew faster and faster and at the last minute, put on a burst of speed, causing him to fly past the Snitch. He turned around and did a back- flip as he caught it. He flew back up into the air, grinning as he held the Snitch in his hand. Ron, Hermione and Lily burst into applause, while Sirius, Remus and Peter looked at him, dumbstruck.
James flew up to him and shook his hand.
"That was bloody amazing! I've gotta admit, I've never seen such flying!" James grinned "How would you like to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
Harry's heart lifted and trying his best not to sound too excited over the prospect of playing on the same team as his father, but failing miserably said "Yeah, I'd love to!"
James nodded and he gave a great whoop of joy.
"We found ourselves a new Seeker guys! Now all I've gotta do is tell McGonagall"
"Are you the Quidditch team Captain?" Harry questioned. James turned to him and nodded.
Harry and James slowly flew down to the ground, while Sirius, Peter, Remus, Lily, Ron and Hermione ran over to them. James quickly put the Snitch back into the trunk, while everyone else was congratulating Harry.
"That was bloody brilliant!" Sirius cried.
"Absolutely wicked!" Peter agreed.
"You're just as good as James!" Remus exclaimed. Harry beamed at this comment.
"Harry, you've got talent!" Lily said, happily.
James clapped Harry on the back.
"What's say; we all go the Three Broomsticks and celebrate? We've needed a decent Seeker for ages and we've finally found one, what do ya say?" James questioned everyone. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Mr. Potter!" Someone called over the Quidditch pitch. James looked over to see a very stern looking Professor McGonagall.
"Harry, come with me, we should tell her the good news" Harry nodded and followed James.
"Professor McGonagall! We've found ourselves a new Seeker!" James exclaimed happily. McGonagall looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Harry Poor! He's an amazing Seeker! I've just played against him! I think he should join the Gryffindor Quidditch team, with your permission of course" James added.
McGonagall looked at Harry, uncertainly.
"Why do people keep looking at me like that?!" Harry said, sounding annoyed.
"Like what?" McGonagall asked.
"Like they don't believe that it's possible for me to be good at Quidditch!"
McGonagall looked at him apologetically.
"Also Professor, Harry started playing Quidditch in his first year at his school!" James exclaimed.
McGonagall looked at Harry with wide eyes.
"Is this true?" she questioned. Harry sighed.
"Yes, it's true Professor"
McGonagall smiled.
"Alright, I will see to your first Quidditch practice, seven tonight I assume?" she questioned James. James nodded to confirm.
"Very well, see you tonight at seven" and with that, McGonagall walked off.
James grinned at Harry and ruffled his hair.
"The Quidditch cup is in the bag!" he yelled happily.
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At seven that night, the Gryffindor Quidditch team huddled around James in the changing rooms. They were all eager to know who the new Seeker was. He'd decided to leave it a surprise for them. He stood up and smiled.
"Everyone, meet our new Seeker! Harry Poor!" Everyone turned to see Harry stand up and wave slightly. They all smiled at him as he sat down.
"So, I take it that you're good then?" Rosie Thompson said. She was a beater.
"Well, I . uh ." Harry stuttered.
"Harry, why are you so embarrassed about people knowing how good you are at Quidditch?" James questioned him. Harry blushed and looked down at the ground. He didn't want to tell anyone, but the fact that he was on the Quidditch team with his dad made him helpless with words.
"I dunno" he said, looking up again "I guess I just don't want to boast"
James raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you can boast as much as you like when we beat Slytherin on Saturday" Harry smiled as the rest of the team cheered.
"Well, now that you know who our Seeker is, let's go out and practice!" James said and with that, they all hurried onto the Quidditch pitch.
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"Harry! You were brilliant!" Lily said, beaming. Harry blushed. After practicing for two hours, he'd caught the Snitch over twenty times.
Professor McGonagall walked over to him, looking happier than Harry had ever seen her.
"Mr. Poor, I've never seen such flying! It looks like that the Quidditch cup will be ours this year!" McGonagall said, happily.
"Yeah! The Slytherins are going down!" Sirius cried and the rest of the Quidditch team cheered in agreement.
"Right, now I want all of you in bed! Tomorrow's a school day!" McGonagall said, half heartedly.
"Professor, do you think that Harry could go down to Hogsmeade tomorrow after school and get himself a decent broom?" James asked.
McGonagall smiled yet again.
"I don't think that that will be necessary Mr. Potter" She said "I will order him a broom" James and Harry grinned and gave each other a high-five.
"This is gonna be the best year ever!" Ron said, sounding happy.
Hermione and Harry nodded in agreement.
