Disclaimer:
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
30- Quidditch
'Are you sure you want to try out, Mona. I mean it's a really bloody game,' said Hermione worriedly.
'Ya, Mona,' said Lavendar, 'I mean, like, you could mess up your hair! With all that wind.'
Ginny laughed, 'You guys, give Mona a break. I think it's a great idea that you are trying out. After all, I need a girl on the team,' said Ginny, convinced that she would make the team. So, Ginny led Mona down to the Quidditch Pitch.
On the pitch, Mona looked around. 'Wow,' she thought. 'There are a lot of people here.'
And she was right. Since, the team needed chasers and beaters more people thought they had a chance to play on the team. Ron was marching about as if he was a seargant— actually, more like a general—and everyone else was only privates.
'ATTENTION,' he yelled, standing stiff as a board in front of them all. The fifty or so lazy Gryffindors slumped over to where Ron was yelling. 'Now,' Ron continued, 'If you want to be on this team, you have to work hard. We take the best and only the best. Understood!'
There were a few yes's and yep's from the crowd. Mona looked at Ginny with an eyebrow raised, while Ginny shook in silent laughter.
'I can't hear you!' shouted Ron.
'Yes, sir,' called the crowd.
'Ron,' called Harry's unmistakable voice. 'What are ya doing, mate? That's not how we train them. Come on, you know the routine. Let them race around the pitch, then those who want to be chasers can throw balls and try to throw some hoops.' Mona noticed that Harry stood his ground while he talked, and he tried to look at everyone. 'And those who want to be beaters can, well, obviously, beat the bludgers and try dodging them. Ron, you will lead the chasers and be keeper, and I will lead the beaters.'
Most of the group started to move into the groups, but Mona noticed that a few girls who wanted to be chasers changed started debating about changing. It was obvious that they wanted to be in Harry's group.
Mona mounted her broom, kicked off the ground hard and flew into the air by Ginny. Mona also had a firebolt; it had been out for more than three years now, and she had been dying to get one. Her aunt Leila, had sent most of Mona's stuff from Riyadh on The Flying Carpet, a popular shipping company. 'Don't mind them,' Ginny said, looking down towards the third years, 'You can't blame them, after all. Even I had a crush on Harry when I was that age.' Shaking her long, black hair out of her face and tying it up in a ponytail, Mona digested Ginny's information and enjoyed the feel of wind on her face.
The tryouts were quite a sweaty job. By after sundown, everyone was back down on the ground, dragging their brooms to the changing rooms.
Mona was just turning to go with the rest, when she found out that Ginny wasn't with her. She turned around and found Ginny nearly killing her brother.
'Ron, tell me right now. I made the team, right. I have to have made the team. You know I'm a better flyer than all of those kids! Come on tell me!' said Ginny, jumping up and down.
'Ok, ok, I confess, I confess. You made it, just don't tell anyone, 'Ron said with his hands up, admitting defeat.
Harry walked over, 'I heard, and Ron's right Ginny, don't tell,' Harry said with his arms crossed over his chest.
'Well, I heard, too,' said Mona, entering the conversation. She grinned sheepishly, 'I overheard... by accident.'
Harry smiled, 'If I know Mona, I know that isn't true.'
'Hey, it is true,' said Mona smiling.
'Wait, why wouldn't it be true,' said Ron and Ginny at the same time. They looked at each other strangely, then shuddered.
'Haven't I told you what she did in Snape's class?' said Harry as they walked toward the Gryffindor common room, replaying the whole story.
31- Conversation
'Ah, Ron, mate. I've never met a girl like her,' said Harry dreamily. 'Well that's good, pal,' said Ron, patting Harry on the back. They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room after tryouts. The girls had gone up to change. 'Well, I see she can fly, like you... like me... so she may be fit for you... or me.' Ron looked over to see if Harry would react to his teasing- nope, it didn't even look like he had heard. 'But,' said Ron warningly, 'don't get too attached.' 'What's that supposed to mean?' Harry asked confusedly as he turned to look at Ron. 'Well, just look at what happened to you and Cho,' said Ron. 'And,' he added sadly, 'I just don't think... I mean... well, you're great with fighting Voldemort and all... but, like... are you scared of the female population or something,' he finished quickly. 'Now, what is THAT supposed to mean!?' Harry nearly shouted. 'Ah, come on. You're relationship with Cho didn't get very far... at all, and you knew her for three years and was going out with her for half a year.' 'So...' said Harry. 'Sooo,' Ron emphasized, 'If you're gonna go that speed with Mona, then I doubt you'll go out with her till the year after you get your job as an auror.' Harry laughed, good heartedly. 'Oh, that's what you mean,' he said, 'I thought you were gonna ditch Hermione for Mona.' 'Who's gonna ditch me?' asked Hermione just coming down the staircase of the girl's dormitory. 'Why, no one, sweety pumpkins,' said Ron quickly. Hermione stood in front of them and looked them both in the eye. Then she laughed, 'Well, that's good, but I just may ditch you.' 'WHAT,' said Ron, getting up. 'Sweety, I thought you loved me,' he said pitifully. 'Sure, but do you know how bad you two stink at the moment?' Hermione said with her hands crossed over her chest. Both boys immediately started sniffing themselves and their dirt covered clothes. 'Ya, I guess we aren't exactly clean,' commented Harry.
'Harry, they wouldn't call you clean on Mars,' said Hermione.
'You'd have to ask Firenze that,' said Ron, trying to make a point, 'after all, he knows all about the stars and planets and future...'
'Well actually,' Hermione interrupted, 'If you want to be serious, you'd have to ask Professor Trelawney.' Seeing the sarcastic look on Harry's face, she added quickly, 'I mean, after all, she told you about Voldemort in third year, and don't forget the prophecy.'
'The prophecy,' said Harry, remembering the time he spent with Dumbledore at the end of last year. He knew his future now; he didn't need any more divination.
'Ya, well I have to go.' said Harry. 'You know, to change... let's go Ron, it seems we're bugging Hermione.' Harry's mood had obviously turned sour. And of course, Hermione had realized.
'Hey, wait Harry,' said Hermione as Harry started to stand. 'Look, I was only joking ok. Is there something bugging you?'
'None of your business, alright! Just leave me alone Hermione,' said Harry in a low voice as he turned his face and walked toward the boy's dorms. He rapidly climbed the stairs and entered the room he shared with his friends, the room he called home. Harry walked over all the quidditch clothes and books he had thrown around his bed and grabbed his ordinary clothes. He walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Harry turned on the shower and tried to relax as the swirling steam encircled him. Maybe his body was relaxing, but his mind was far from that stage.
The prophecy.
No, I do not own any of these characters, except the ones that you don't recognize. That is quite a lot... Please enjoy.
30- Quidditch
'Are you sure you want to try out, Mona. I mean it's a really bloody game,' said Hermione worriedly.
'Ya, Mona,' said Lavendar, 'I mean, like, you could mess up your hair! With all that wind.'
Ginny laughed, 'You guys, give Mona a break. I think it's a great idea that you are trying out. After all, I need a girl on the team,' said Ginny, convinced that she would make the team. So, Ginny led Mona down to the Quidditch Pitch.
On the pitch, Mona looked around. 'Wow,' she thought. 'There are a lot of people here.'
And she was right. Since, the team needed chasers and beaters more people thought they had a chance to play on the team. Ron was marching about as if he was a seargant— actually, more like a general—and everyone else was only privates.
'ATTENTION,' he yelled, standing stiff as a board in front of them all. The fifty or so lazy Gryffindors slumped over to where Ron was yelling. 'Now,' Ron continued, 'If you want to be on this team, you have to work hard. We take the best and only the best. Understood!'
There were a few yes's and yep's from the crowd. Mona looked at Ginny with an eyebrow raised, while Ginny shook in silent laughter.
'I can't hear you!' shouted Ron.
'Yes, sir,' called the crowd.
'Ron,' called Harry's unmistakable voice. 'What are ya doing, mate? That's not how we train them. Come on, you know the routine. Let them race around the pitch, then those who want to be chasers can throw balls and try to throw some hoops.' Mona noticed that Harry stood his ground while he talked, and he tried to look at everyone. 'And those who want to be beaters can, well, obviously, beat the bludgers and try dodging them. Ron, you will lead the chasers and be keeper, and I will lead the beaters.'
Most of the group started to move into the groups, but Mona noticed that a few girls who wanted to be chasers changed started debating about changing. It was obvious that they wanted to be in Harry's group.
Mona mounted her broom, kicked off the ground hard and flew into the air by Ginny. Mona also had a firebolt; it had been out for more than three years now, and she had been dying to get one. Her aunt Leila, had sent most of Mona's stuff from Riyadh on The Flying Carpet, a popular shipping company. 'Don't mind them,' Ginny said, looking down towards the third years, 'You can't blame them, after all. Even I had a crush on Harry when I was that age.' Shaking her long, black hair out of her face and tying it up in a ponytail, Mona digested Ginny's information and enjoyed the feel of wind on her face.
The tryouts were quite a sweaty job. By after sundown, everyone was back down on the ground, dragging their brooms to the changing rooms.
Mona was just turning to go with the rest, when she found out that Ginny wasn't with her. She turned around and found Ginny nearly killing her brother.
'Ron, tell me right now. I made the team, right. I have to have made the team. You know I'm a better flyer than all of those kids! Come on tell me!' said Ginny, jumping up and down.
'Ok, ok, I confess, I confess. You made it, just don't tell anyone, 'Ron said with his hands up, admitting defeat.
Harry walked over, 'I heard, and Ron's right Ginny, don't tell,' Harry said with his arms crossed over his chest.
'Well, I heard, too,' said Mona, entering the conversation. She grinned sheepishly, 'I overheard... by accident.'
Harry smiled, 'If I know Mona, I know that isn't true.'
'Hey, it is true,' said Mona smiling.
'Wait, why wouldn't it be true,' said Ron and Ginny at the same time. They looked at each other strangely, then shuddered.
'Haven't I told you what she did in Snape's class?' said Harry as they walked toward the Gryffindor common room, replaying the whole story.
31- Conversation
'Ah, Ron, mate. I've never met a girl like her,' said Harry dreamily. 'Well that's good, pal,' said Ron, patting Harry on the back. They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room after tryouts. The girls had gone up to change. 'Well, I see she can fly, like you... like me... so she may be fit for you... or me.' Ron looked over to see if Harry would react to his teasing- nope, it didn't even look like he had heard. 'But,' said Ron warningly, 'don't get too attached.' 'What's that supposed to mean?' Harry asked confusedly as he turned to look at Ron. 'Well, just look at what happened to you and Cho,' said Ron. 'And,' he added sadly, 'I just don't think... I mean... well, you're great with fighting Voldemort and all... but, like... are you scared of the female population or something,' he finished quickly. 'Now, what is THAT supposed to mean!?' Harry nearly shouted. 'Ah, come on. You're relationship with Cho didn't get very far... at all, and you knew her for three years and was going out with her for half a year.' 'So...' said Harry. 'Sooo,' Ron emphasized, 'If you're gonna go that speed with Mona, then I doubt you'll go out with her till the year after you get your job as an auror.' Harry laughed, good heartedly. 'Oh, that's what you mean,' he said, 'I thought you were gonna ditch Hermione for Mona.' 'Who's gonna ditch me?' asked Hermione just coming down the staircase of the girl's dormitory. 'Why, no one, sweety pumpkins,' said Ron quickly. Hermione stood in front of them and looked them both in the eye. Then she laughed, 'Well, that's good, but I just may ditch you.' 'WHAT,' said Ron, getting up. 'Sweety, I thought you loved me,' he said pitifully. 'Sure, but do you know how bad you two stink at the moment?' Hermione said with her hands crossed over her chest. Both boys immediately started sniffing themselves and their dirt covered clothes. 'Ya, I guess we aren't exactly clean,' commented Harry.
'Harry, they wouldn't call you clean on Mars,' said Hermione.
'You'd have to ask Firenze that,' said Ron, trying to make a point, 'after all, he knows all about the stars and planets and future...'
'Well actually,' Hermione interrupted, 'If you want to be serious, you'd have to ask Professor Trelawney.' Seeing the sarcastic look on Harry's face, she added quickly, 'I mean, after all, she told you about Voldemort in third year, and don't forget the prophecy.'
'The prophecy,' said Harry, remembering the time he spent with Dumbledore at the end of last year. He knew his future now; he didn't need any more divination.
'Ya, well I have to go.' said Harry. 'You know, to change... let's go Ron, it seems we're bugging Hermione.' Harry's mood had obviously turned sour. And of course, Hermione had realized.
'Hey, wait Harry,' said Hermione as Harry started to stand. 'Look, I was only joking ok. Is there something bugging you?'
'None of your business, alright! Just leave me alone Hermione,' said Harry in a low voice as he turned his face and walked toward the boy's dorms. He rapidly climbed the stairs and entered the room he shared with his friends, the room he called home. Harry walked over all the quidditch clothes and books he had thrown around his bed and grabbed his ordinary clothes. He walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Harry turned on the shower and tried to relax as the swirling steam encircled him. Maybe his body was relaxing, but his mind was far from that stage.
The prophecy.