The day flew by, and Harry was apprehensive for a couple of reasons. He was worried about Blade. He hoped he wasn't as mean as he looked. The tryouts were making him excited. Right after all of the day's classes, Harry followed the letter's directions to Blade's office.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter," Professor Blade welcomed in a creepy manner before Harry could even completely walk through the door way.

'Even his voice sounds like Snape's,' Harry noticed. "Good evening, sir."

"Now, am I to understand that you have a few students in your year and house that do not know how to produce a Corporeal Patronus?" Blade asked softly.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered. He mentally went over a list of sixth year Gryffindors who weren't in the DA last year. There weren't many. Then he remembered Elizabeth wasn't there last year. To Harry, it was hard to think that Elizabeth only started this year. It seemed like she had been following them since their first year.

"I want you to review that. Dumbledore wants everyone from fifth year and up to know how to produce a Corporeal Patronus. I want you to give them a lecture on dementors first; what they have been good for, what serious mistakes have been made concerning them, and so forth. Sound good?" Blade inquired congenially.

This change of tone surprised Harry and he answered, "All right with me, Professor," in the same tone.

"Good, good. I…" Blade's face fell as though remembering something unpleasant. "For the next class, I would like you to teach on vampires. Your class is very behind on guessing the signs of a real vampire, a half vampire, or just a living corpse."

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what is a half vampire?" Harry asked curiously.

"A half vampire is the offspring of a vampire and a human. It is very rare, and those certain people are less of a danger to society, though they share equal amount of shunning with full vampires," Blade explained bitterly.

Harry thought it was just his imagination, but he saw Blade's eyes turn colors. They were now a deeper blue.

There was an uncomfortable silence for about two minutes before Blade chose to speak again. "Well, in two weeks, we will have another little chat, Mr. Potter. Hopefully, we can set a year path for your class, then. Am I correct in assuming you have a quidditch session to attend to?" Blade questioned pleasantly.

"Yes, sir, Professor," Harry responded.

"Good bye, then, Harry Potter," Blade said as Harry walked out the door.

Harry didn't know what to make of the new defense against the dark arts teacher. He returned to the Common Room to try to calm his nerves. He figured he'd tell Elizabeth and Ron about Blade after the first set of tryouts.

At exactly six o'clock, Harry set out to the quidditch pitch. He was so sure they would have great players this year, but you never know.

Harry was out there for ten minutes, just flying. He had grabbed his invisibility cloak, just in case he wasn't supposed to be out there early. While he was flying, he saw someone else enter the pitch. He saw the person get on a broom and try to kick off. The person left the ground, but wasn't completely successful, and Harry flew lower to see who it was. 'Of course it would be Elizabeth,' he thought sarcastically as he shook his head. The only person trying out whom he bought a broom for, and she didn't even know how to fly. He moaned as he took off his cloak.

Elizabeth stifled a scream when she saw someone appear out of nowhere. "Who's there?!" she asked breathlessly.

"It's just me. Harry," he assured as he flew closer.

Elizabeth sighed with relief. "I didn't know who you were," she said truthfully. "Did you use your invincibility cloak?"

"My invisibility cloak? Yeah. I didn't know if students were allowed on the pitch before the designated time, and I had to fly around a bit before people started showing up."

"Oh."

"Would you like help with flying?" Harry offered.

Elizabeth gave a little, embarrassed smile. "Could you? Would you? I'm kind of not getting it," she explained. "You obviously saw how suck-y I was at it." Her eyes flew to the ground in shame.

"Don't worry about it. No one can fly as soon as they get on a broom for the first time," Harry comforted.

Elizabeth shot him a look that said quite clearly, "Liar."

"Let's land, and I'll show you how you're supposed to mount and kick off."

So, for the next twenty minutes, Harry told Elizabeth the basics on flying on a broomstick. Then people began to gather.

"Ron, want to try the would-be Chasers?" Harry asked.

"What do I do?" Ron looked confused.

"Have them try to score on you. Those who do well, talk to me about them." Harry now looked at Ginny. "Help me with the Beaters?" She nodded.

"Everyone!" Harry called out to the group. "I need your names." He got everyone's names and cleared his throat. "You are here to see if we could find better players than ever before. It will be hard, but we're just looking for potential today." He paused for a minute. "All those who want to be Chasers, follow Ron. Those who want to be Beaters, come to Ginny and me."

They all split up and the Chasers took half the field for the goal posts. The Beaters were on the other side. After about twenty minutes, Ginny pulled Harry to the side. "Harry," she said, "Are you okay? You're not being fair to these people. They deserve your full attention, and you keep looking at the Chasers."

"Sorry," he muttered. He didn't know it was that noticeable. He shook his head and went back to evaluating the possible Beaters. When Harry pretty much knew who would go on to the second tryouts, he signaled Ron. Ron was finished, too.

Everyone met in the middle, making a circle with their brooms. Harry was about to make an inspirational speech about how Gryffindor would win the cup when he saw Elizabeth  move out of the circle and fly behind him. Confusion whirled in his mind as he turned around to see a bludger heading right at him.

Elizabeth caught it right before it hit him, but the bludger, obviously not wanting to give up its freedom yet, pulled Elizabeth directly up, then continued to drag her around the stadium.

Harry and Ron trapped the bludger between them and the three of them flew to the box of quidditch balls on the ground. Ron muscled the bludger back into its box and chains.

"Malfoy," Elizabeth and Harry muttered in unison as they saw a green blur fly to the ground. Sure enough, the sniveling little weasel flew right behind them with a beater's club in hand.

"Go back, Malfoy," Elizabeth warned. As much as she disliked the Slytherin, she did not like confrontation.

"Sod off, Mudblood," was Malfoy's biting response.

Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you," Harry began in a dangerously nice voice as he pulled out his wand. "I've been looking for a dueling partner. Care to oblige me? Wingardium Leviosa." The club flew out of Malfoy's hand and stayed to rest over his head for two seconds.

"I'm not a mudblood," Elizabeth said angrily. All thoughts of pacifism were lost as she shot daggers at Malfoy with her eyes.

After that statement, Harry moved the club from over Malfoy's head to his back, and made the club whack his back. While he didn't fall off (much to everyone's disappointment), it sounded like something broke. Malfoy shot one last leer and flew away as fast as his Nimbus 2001 could take him.

"Nice save," remarked Harry to Elizabeth. "Thank you."

"It wasn't anything. Since I did that, can you have another tryout, you know, for Beaters? I really want to be on the team," Elizabeth requested. She thought she did a bad job at Chasing.

"I'll see what I can do," Harry promised.

The next day, after Harry spoke with Ron and Ginny, he would post the names of the people who would be going on to the second tryout.

(A/N: Well….thank you, Naja607 for reviewing again. Honestly, do you liked being talked to in Author Notes? Cuz I'll stop if you think this is getting boring…Whatever. Not much of a cliffhanger, but, hey…*shrugs shoulders* Have fun waiting for the next part…^._.~)