"Harry get up!"
Harry rolled over and pulled the covers up to his ears.
"Harry Potter, get up this instant!"
He pulled the covers over his ears until only the tips of his hair were showing.
"Harry, if you don't get up, you'll miss the tryouts!"
Harry sat bolt upright and looked up at Hermione. She tutted and muttered something. Harry looked at the grandfather clock and saw she was right. It was seven forty. He rolled out of bed and pulled his Quidditch robes on.
"What are you doing?"
Harry only then realized he was trying to put his shoes on his hands. After another five minutes of dawdling. Harry picked up his broomstick and walked over to the door. Only it wasn't the door he walked to.
"Harry you idiot!"
He had fallen out of the window. Holding onto his broomstick he felt it level out and slow to a halt. Kicking his leg over the handle he smiled and zoomed over to the Quidditch pitch. The Gryffindors were all sitting on the grass chatting.
"Don't just sit there, get on your brooms and go!" Harry shouted as he zoomed over the pitch.
The Gryffindors followed his order and got on their brooms. Harry saw two red heads, one heading strait for the goal, and Tally.
"Hang on, come back down here." Harry bellowed as broomsticks zoomed off in all directions.
He restored order quickly enough and soon all the players had written their names down on a piece of parchment Harry had found in his pocket.
"Right we have..." He counted the names on the list. "Thirteen of you and me, that makes fourteen. Split into groups of seven and choose your positions."
The players did this quickly. Harry counted them up into a group of seven and a group of six. Harry pulled out the Quaffle and held it under his arm.
"Beaters, collect your bats."
Two boys off each team collected the bats and took off.
"Chasers in the air, Keepers and Seeker, off you go."
Harry watched all the players zoom into the normal Quidditch starting position. He flew into the air himself and handed a luminous armband to each member on one team. Pulling one over his own robes, he landed again and kicked the box holding the other three balls. The two Bludgers zoomed out of the box. Harry pulled out the Snitch and let it go.
Blowing on his whistle, Harry threw the Quaffle in the air and zoomed off around the perimeter of the pitch. There was some superb passing between the players on one team. Harry noticed Hermione turn up and look at the list. Ron dived for the Quaffle and caught it. Harry smiled and watched Hermione scribble something on another piece of parchment.
Narrowly missing a Bludger to the head, Harry soared strait up and circled the pitch like a hawk. Noticing a glint of gold, he went into a spectacular dive. Seeing the other teams Seeker he put on an extra burst of speed and pulled up just as he was about to hit the grass, the Snitch held tightly in his hand. Both teams clapped and landed on the ground.
"That was some excellent Quidditch!" Harry smiled. "It'll take me a while to pick the best, but I want you all to know, the team I'll be picking will beat all the other houses with flying colours! Now all of you into the showers!"
Harry got back onto his broomstick and flew into the stand where Hermione was sitting.
"You've been taking notes?"
"Yep. I thought it might help."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, I didn't realize Tally had a broom."
"Neither did I."
"Go get changed, we better start choosing, by the look of them, it'll be quite hard."
"I know. Thanks."
Harry got back on his Firebolt and flew into the changing room.
"This is a lot harder than I though." Harry said, some three hours later.
"We have the Seeker, that's you, what about the other boy?"
"He can be reserve Seeker, for when I leave." Harry smiled.
"Good idea. Or if you have an accident, he can take your place. You'll have to train him up a bit to get him up to scratch."
"Yep. Ron's Keeper?"
"Yes, but the other Keeper wasn't half bad." Hermione said reasonably.
"I know but we have to keep open minds, who was better, from the stands?"
"Ron."
"Right."
Hermione wrote Ron's name under Harry's.
"Beaters. That boy, Sean, he was really good, the best I've seen since Fred and George left."
"Put him down, and the other one, Michael. He was excellent." Harry said quickly.
Hermione nodded and wrote down both boys' names.
"Chasers."
"Ginny, definitely, and Tally, she was absolutely amazing."
"I know, we need another one."
"What about that first year, the blonde one?"
"Carrie? Yes she was good."
Hermione wrote down Carrie's name on the list and looked at it.
"Keeper, Ron Weasley. Seeker, Harry Potter, also team captain. Chasers, Ginny Weasley, Tally Malfoy and Carrie Villers. Beaters, Sean Jenkins and Michael Shaw." She read out.
"Best send this to Madame Hooch."
"I'll make a copy of it first."
"Good idea. I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Night Harry."
"Night Hermione."
Harry rolled over and pulled the covers up to his ears.
"Harry Potter, get up this instant!"
He pulled the covers over his ears until only the tips of his hair were showing.
"Harry, if you don't get up, you'll miss the tryouts!"
Harry sat bolt upright and looked up at Hermione. She tutted and muttered something. Harry looked at the grandfather clock and saw she was right. It was seven forty. He rolled out of bed and pulled his Quidditch robes on.
"What are you doing?"
Harry only then realized he was trying to put his shoes on his hands. After another five minutes of dawdling. Harry picked up his broomstick and walked over to the door. Only it wasn't the door he walked to.
"Harry you idiot!"
He had fallen out of the window. Holding onto his broomstick he felt it level out and slow to a halt. Kicking his leg over the handle he smiled and zoomed over to the Quidditch pitch. The Gryffindors were all sitting on the grass chatting.
"Don't just sit there, get on your brooms and go!" Harry shouted as he zoomed over the pitch.
The Gryffindors followed his order and got on their brooms. Harry saw two red heads, one heading strait for the goal, and Tally.
"Hang on, come back down here." Harry bellowed as broomsticks zoomed off in all directions.
He restored order quickly enough and soon all the players had written their names down on a piece of parchment Harry had found in his pocket.
"Right we have..." He counted the names on the list. "Thirteen of you and me, that makes fourteen. Split into groups of seven and choose your positions."
The players did this quickly. Harry counted them up into a group of seven and a group of six. Harry pulled out the Quaffle and held it under his arm.
"Beaters, collect your bats."
Two boys off each team collected the bats and took off.
"Chasers in the air, Keepers and Seeker, off you go."
Harry watched all the players zoom into the normal Quidditch starting position. He flew into the air himself and handed a luminous armband to each member on one team. Pulling one over his own robes, he landed again and kicked the box holding the other three balls. The two Bludgers zoomed out of the box. Harry pulled out the Snitch and let it go.
Blowing on his whistle, Harry threw the Quaffle in the air and zoomed off around the perimeter of the pitch. There was some superb passing between the players on one team. Harry noticed Hermione turn up and look at the list. Ron dived for the Quaffle and caught it. Harry smiled and watched Hermione scribble something on another piece of parchment.
Narrowly missing a Bludger to the head, Harry soared strait up and circled the pitch like a hawk. Noticing a glint of gold, he went into a spectacular dive. Seeing the other teams Seeker he put on an extra burst of speed and pulled up just as he was about to hit the grass, the Snitch held tightly in his hand. Both teams clapped and landed on the ground.
"That was some excellent Quidditch!" Harry smiled. "It'll take me a while to pick the best, but I want you all to know, the team I'll be picking will beat all the other houses with flying colours! Now all of you into the showers!"
Harry got back onto his broomstick and flew into the stand where Hermione was sitting.
"You've been taking notes?"
"Yep. I thought it might help."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, I didn't realize Tally had a broom."
"Neither did I."
"Go get changed, we better start choosing, by the look of them, it'll be quite hard."
"I know. Thanks."
Harry got back on his Firebolt and flew into the changing room.
"This is a lot harder than I though." Harry said, some three hours later.
"We have the Seeker, that's you, what about the other boy?"
"He can be reserve Seeker, for when I leave." Harry smiled.
"Good idea. Or if you have an accident, he can take your place. You'll have to train him up a bit to get him up to scratch."
"Yep. Ron's Keeper?"
"Yes, but the other Keeper wasn't half bad." Hermione said reasonably.
"I know but we have to keep open minds, who was better, from the stands?"
"Ron."
"Right."
Hermione wrote Ron's name under Harry's.
"Beaters. That boy, Sean, he was really good, the best I've seen since Fred and George left."
"Put him down, and the other one, Michael. He was excellent." Harry said quickly.
Hermione nodded and wrote down both boys' names.
"Chasers."
"Ginny, definitely, and Tally, she was absolutely amazing."
"I know, we need another one."
"What about that first year, the blonde one?"
"Carrie? Yes she was good."
Hermione wrote down Carrie's name on the list and looked at it.
"Keeper, Ron Weasley. Seeker, Harry Potter, also team captain. Chasers, Ginny Weasley, Tally Malfoy and Carrie Villers. Beaters, Sean Jenkins and Michael Shaw." She read out.
"Best send this to Madame Hooch."
"I'll make a copy of it first."
"Good idea. I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
"Night Harry."
"Night Hermione."