Part 9.
Harry's thoughts swirled as he went upstairs to retrieve his Firebolt.
For once as he carried downstairs, holding the case by it's soft leather strap, he barely noticed it's weight.
By the time he got down to the Quiddich pitch, Angelina had the others already started.
"Sorry I'm late, Angelina." Harry told her.
"Harry I sent you a note telling you about practice this morning." She chided him.
"I really am sorry Angelina. I've been in a meeting since this morning." He explained.
"Get a move on then, go on, in the air." She told him, turning away to watch Katie and Ginny passing the quaffle, trying to throw it passed Ron, the Gryffindor goal keeper.
Hermoine and Neville began throwing golfballs into the air for Harry to catch.
For at least an hour Harry felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, although as soon as he dismounted his broom, the weight of his worries and responsibilites came crashing down again, feeling heavier that before.
As he stood with the rest of the team, listening to the new training schedule Angelina had devised, Harry could see Professor McGonagall standing next to the door that led to the Gryffindor change rooms. He began to wonder what she would have to tell him.
Aware that he was no longer listening, Angelina followed his gaze making the rest of the team turn to look towards the Professor.
"Is everything all right Professor?" Angelina called.
"I need to have a word with Potter." Professor McGonagall answered. "It can wait until you've finished."
Angelina spoke for several more minute, then handed out training schedules, listing all of the times that each player was required to be on the pitch.
Harry felt his stomach knot up as Angelina dismissed them, and he walked over to Professor McGonagall, carrying his Firebolt in it's protective case. "Yes Professor?"
"Potter, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office now."
Harry noddedand followed her silently upstairs to the Headmaster's office.
"How was practice?" She asked, trying make him relax a little more.
"It was good. Angelina has us practicing our teamwork skills." He answered, seeming distracted.
Once inside Dumbledore's office, Harry sat down in one of the overstuffed armchairs, carefully watching the three adults who sat opposite him, Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagall and Said.
"I'm sorry about dragging you into the meeting today Harry." Dumbledore began. "If I could have told you earlier, I would have."
"Are you all right?" Professor Said asked. "I know that I feel a little strange now that it's all over."
"My head's just too full. It's like I can't deal with all of these thoughts. Some of the members weren't convinced. I could feel it." Harry told them.
"How do you know that?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I probed a couple of people's minds, just to see what they were thinking, especially when I said Voldemort's name." He admitted, looking down at the rug.
"Occlumency is a valuable skill." Dumbledore agreed. "Now, how was your Quiddich practice?"
"Okay."
"You have a Firebolt? And a case?" Professor Said's eyes widened.
"Sirius bought them both for me. "The broomstick just after he escaped from Azkaban, Remus passed the case on to me after Sirius died. He said Sirius had bought it for my birthday this year."
"You had better go and get started on your homework." Professor McGonagall said kindly.
"Thank you Professors." Harry left the room as silently as he had entered it.
Harry's thoughts swirled as he went upstairs to retrieve his Firebolt.
For once as he carried downstairs, holding the case by it's soft leather strap, he barely noticed it's weight.
By the time he got down to the Quiddich pitch, Angelina had the others already started.
"Sorry I'm late, Angelina." Harry told her.
"Harry I sent you a note telling you about practice this morning." She chided him.
"I really am sorry Angelina. I've been in a meeting since this morning." He explained.
"Get a move on then, go on, in the air." She told him, turning away to watch Katie and Ginny passing the quaffle, trying to throw it passed Ron, the Gryffindor goal keeper.
Hermoine and Neville began throwing golfballs into the air for Harry to catch.
For at least an hour Harry felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, although as soon as he dismounted his broom, the weight of his worries and responsibilites came crashing down again, feeling heavier that before.
As he stood with the rest of the team, listening to the new training schedule Angelina had devised, Harry could see Professor McGonagall standing next to the door that led to the Gryffindor change rooms. He began to wonder what she would have to tell him.
Aware that he was no longer listening, Angelina followed his gaze making the rest of the team turn to look towards the Professor.
"Is everything all right Professor?" Angelina called.
"I need to have a word with Potter." Professor McGonagall answered. "It can wait until you've finished."
Angelina spoke for several more minute, then handed out training schedules, listing all of the times that each player was required to be on the pitch.
Harry felt his stomach knot up as Angelina dismissed them, and he walked over to Professor McGonagall, carrying his Firebolt in it's protective case. "Yes Professor?"
"Potter, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office now."
Harry noddedand followed her silently upstairs to the Headmaster's office.
"How was practice?" She asked, trying make him relax a little more.
"It was good. Angelina has us practicing our teamwork skills." He answered, seeming distracted.
Once inside Dumbledore's office, Harry sat down in one of the overstuffed armchairs, carefully watching the three adults who sat opposite him, Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagall and Said.
"I'm sorry about dragging you into the meeting today Harry." Dumbledore began. "If I could have told you earlier, I would have."
"Are you all right?" Professor Said asked. "I know that I feel a little strange now that it's all over."
"My head's just too full. It's like I can't deal with all of these thoughts. Some of the members weren't convinced. I could feel it." Harry told them.
"How do you know that?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I probed a couple of people's minds, just to see what they were thinking, especially when I said Voldemort's name." He admitted, looking down at the rug.
"Occlumency is a valuable skill." Dumbledore agreed. "Now, how was your Quiddich practice?"
"Okay."
"You have a Firebolt? And a case?" Professor Said's eyes widened.
"Sirius bought them both for me. "The broomstick just after he escaped from Azkaban, Remus passed the case on to me after Sirius died. He said Sirius had bought it for my birthday this year."
"You had better go and get started on your homework." Professor McGonagall said kindly.
"Thank you Professors." Harry left the room as silently as he had entered it.