Harry got all the quidditch players together the day before the second tryouts. "I've got a way to determine the new players," he started. "It'll be like a real game, but not completely. There will be three teams. Each team consists of one chaser and one beater. We're only using half the field. Ron will be keeper, I will be the referee, and Ginny will be the one and only seeker. In the time it takes her to locate the snitch, the two Chasers with the most points are in. If, at any point in the game, a player is hit by a bludger, that team's beater is out.

"The teams are as follows: Emily and Dennis, they are team gold; James and Julie, team red; and Elizabeth and John, team black. Everyone got that?" Harry asked them.

Everybody nodded and went back to whatever they were doing.

"You know, you really should do your homework. It's Thursday and everything's due tomorrow," Ron pointed out to Elizabeth.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I've got quidditch to worry about. I can't concentrate on school work."

"If you don't do your homework they won't let you be on the team," Harry explained.

"I can do it before I go to bed. You guys are starting to sound like my parents."

"That's because we want you to be on the team if you make the second tryouts. If you do, what happens if you can't play because you don't do your work? That would be so disappointing," Harry said.

Elizabeth sighed and got out her potions essay that she was supposed to have finished on Tuesday.

After the week (Elizabeth actually got her homework in), the second and final tryouts were held. Professor McGonagall was there, supervising. Or so she said. Everyone had different colors to support.

Harry was above the field, watching everything like a hawk. He say the uniforms enter the field. First year Annabelle Lewis wanted to commentate, as though it were a real game.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the deciding tryouts for the Gryffindor team!" said Annabelle. All of Gryffindor were either in the stands, cheering for whatever color was given to them.

"I don't want any fouls!" Harry called out. He kicked open the chest and the bludgers flew up. He then grabbed the quaffle and threw it up at the Chasers.

James grabbed the quaffle brutally and sped off in direction of the rings. Ron was advised who to throw to if he caught it. James threw the quaffle with all his might, and ended up making it sail right into Ron's hands. Ron then threw the quaffle to Emily. Emily was about to throw it when it rolled off the back of her hands.

"They're letting the snitch go, now," Annabelle announced.

Elizabeth caught the quaffle from underneath Emily and ducked out of the way as John smashed the bludger, aimed at Elizabeth, right back at his brother, James. While John was doing his job, Elizabeth chucked the quaffle right in the goal where Ron had not been paying attention.

"Elizabeth Pentillo scores! Ten points to black!" Annabelle yelled.

James swore and snatched Julie's club out of his hands and hit the tail of Elizabeth's broom, sending her spinning out of control.

"Penalty to red! Deliberate attack on black Chaser!" Harry called out loudly, much like a spectator. Elizabeth got herself to stop, and took the foul shot. She plummeted to the ground in anger when she missed.

When Ginny got the snitch, a half hour later, the score was forty, gold; ten, red; to twenty, black. Dennis was out because a bludger hit Emily.

"And Ginny Weasley has got the snitch!" Annabelle shouted with excitement.

"Okay, that was good. All of the Gryffindor team will be posted tomorrow, after dinner," Harry explained while all the players were heading towards the locker room. After that, Harry realized he watched the match with more intensity than he had ever known. He started thinking about which players were made of the right stuff to help Gryffindor win that Quidditch Cup. He wanted people with good sportsmanship, so that meant James was out for the Chasers. He had his two Beaters.

So, by process of elimination, Emily and Elizabeth were the two chasers. 'Maybe Elizabeth's on not because of process of elimination,' he thought. 'If she was anyone else, I still wouldn't want James on the team,' he contradicted. Harry put up the team roster after Sunday's dinner.

'The Gryffindor House Team consists of,

Seeker - Harry Potter, Capt.

Keeper - Ron Weasley

Beaters - Julie Sans, John Kepler

Chasers - Emily Mason, Ginny Weasley, Elizabeth Pentillo'

"Yes!" Elizabeth shouted in exultation, upon seeing the list.

"That can't be good," remarked James. He strolled in to look at the paper.

Harry, who was waiting for the new players, decided he should tell them about practice. "Quidditch practice will be every Tuesday and Thursday from five thirty to eight o'clock pm."

"You cheated!" called out James to Elizabeth.

"What are you talking about, Kepler?" Ron asked.

"She cheated! Sabotage! She influenced the Gryffindor Seeker with her American wiles!" he accused.

"Honestly, now! That can't be any more ridiculous than saying you did a perfect job of Chasing," Ginny defended.

"What are you talking about, James?" Elizabeth asked him.

"You think nobody notices the looks you two give each other?" James replied loudly, "It's sickening! I think Harry just doesn't know what he feels, but you…no…You probably don't even like Harry more than friend! You haven't even got the decency to say anything to anyone, so that they can speculate rather than know the truth—"

"James, would you like to know why I didn't pick you?" Harry asked, oddly calm. He did not like at all what James was shouting. He had to find a way to put a stop to it before he started believing it.

"Sure, why not?" James replied savagely.

"Your major blunder was fouling someone on purpose. I didn't like your sportsmanship out there, James. It was just too reminiscent of Slytherin tactics," Harry explained.

At this, James exploded on about how he'd win the Cup all by himself once Harry was gone. He then stomped up to his dormitory to rage in private.

"Sorry about him," Harry apologized to Elizabeth.

"He doesn't matter. I just hope I don't make Gryffindor lose any games," Elizabeth replied bashfully.

Harry could tell she didn't like being shouted about.

As practices continued, Harry's prediction was becoming a reality. His chasers were doing very well, and only one of them was doing average. Elizabeth still couldn't quite maneuver her broom perfectly. But Harry thought that was due to the unfamiliarity of being on a cleaning utensil. The Gryffindor beaters were unstoppable. 'Not as good as the Weasley twins,' Harry thought, 'but that's kind of hard to accomplish.'

(A/N: Not quite as long as I would like…but I can't add more, it would mess up the chapter structure…Anywayz. Naja607, that's just supposed to be "wrong" not wronging. No, I do not enjoy tormenting you. Dude, I didn't even think of it as a cliffie…whoa…if you hate that cliffhanger, and I didn't even notice it, what's gonna happen when I have major cliffhangers? O.O Believe you me, they're there, but mostly towards the end of this one and the sequel. Heh, the end, where you want to see everything tie in, and that's where I put all my cliffhangers…^._.~  I'm not trying to best myself with the chapters. I'm just telling a story. Believe it or not, that chapter was originally just about defense against the dark arts and first tryouts, but I tweaked it and added more. The Occlumency thing just came from nowhere. It was not in the prewritten version. Originally, I had Trelawny, in a drunken stupor, stammer that out…but I like it better in Elizabeth's memories…Hmmm…but who said it? *Mwuahahahaha!!! Have fun figuring that out.   Kagome…what happened? Not on the computer much anymore? I totally understand. Don't worry, I will still mention you until you review again…^._.^….from Funness Rambling HouseKey --- my full name ^._.~)