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Chapter 2- A Tall, Dark, and Handsome, Not Quite Stranger

After the sorting had ended, Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement. Expecting to hear the usual spiel about the forbidden forest and various banned items, Harry was surprised to hear what came out of Dumbledore's mouth.

"Some of you may be wondering about the upcoming Tri-Wizard Tournament?" Dumbledore began.

"Luna and Neville were right," Harry mumbled.

"Well first, there are going to be four schools involved," Dumbledore continued, "In addition to Durmstrang, Beauxbaton, and Hogwarts, Whizbang School of Magic for Squibs and Muggles will be participating. Each school will host part of the festivities."

Harry couldn't believe what he heard, not only was the Tri-Wizard going to happen but Muggles would be there too. Judging from the noise propagating through the crowd neither could anyone else.

"Secondly it will not be a wizarding competition but Quidditch."

Suddenly his heart lightened and Harry turned to Ron, wide grins covering both their faces.

"Finally, unlike regular school Quidditch matches, a coach will select the team, set practice times, and manage strategy. Oh, and I have been informed that tryouts will begin Saturday at sun up."

For much of the first two days of class rumours abounded as to the identity of the Quidditch coach. However, by the time Saturday came, everyone had decided that Madam Hooch was going to be the coach.

"Hello." Draco called from outside the Great Hall.

"Hello." Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Ron returned.

"Ready to be scored on?" Draco goaded Ron.

"In your dreams Malfoy!" Ron Retorted.

"Everyone ready?" Hermione called, hoping to avoid an altercation, "then lets go."

The five of them proceeded towards the Quidditch Pitch. Hermione had taken up Quidditch between fifth and sixth year while on vacation with Viktor. Though she chose not to play during sixth year, she ended up filling in for Ginny when she was injured summer term.

They entered the locker room and hurried to change into their Quidditch robes. Something looked amiss to Harry. Then he realized what it was.

"There aren't many people here. Why do you think that is?" He questioned Ron and Draco.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ron and Draco replied.

"With you as seeker, Ron as keeper, and Ginny and me as chasers, there are only three spots open." Draco continued in his coy manner.

"Yeah, I suppose." Harry answered sarcastically, then joined Ron and Draco in a round of laughter.

Ginny and Hermione joined them and the group went out to the field.

"It can't be!" Ron gasped.

But it was, Hermione's heart jumped into her throat as she recognized the man standing on the field. The Hogwarts coach was none other than the great Viktor Krum.

Besides the shock of Viktor Krum being Hogwarts coach, tryouts were uneventful. Harry caught every Snitch with ease. Ron stopped every Quaffle. While Ginny and Draco avoided every Bludger and flew with impunity.

At sundown Krum ended tryouts and called everyone together. He named Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Draco to the team first. Then came the announcements every one wanted to hear.

"As third chaser, Herm-own-ninny." He called. "And the beaters, Mary and John Durs-lee."

Harry gasped. Surely they couldn't be related to uncle Vernon. But it hit him, that was why they looked familiar, they were the children of uncle Vernon's brother.