It was time for the Quidditch tryouts. Quite a number of people turned up and all of them seemed excited and hopeful. Harry sighed as he Ron called all their names off of the sign-up list. It would be hard to let so many of them down, and even harder to put together a team as strong as the one he had been on since his first year at Hogwarts. Still, they had to try.
"Chasers, I want you to go and work out with Ron," said Harry. "Beaters can warm up on the other side of the pitch."
Harry jumped on to his Firebolt and left the ground. He had taken one of Hermione's bewitched quills and began to talk out-loud. He had earlier on instructed Ron to do the same. While one of the quills was modified to pick up Harry and Ron's voices, the other would right down their comments without the knowledge of the applicants.
Quickly Harry created an invisible line between the halves of the pitch. He walked over to the Beaters.
"There can only be two beaters, there are ten of you trying out. I am going to let five Bludgers out. Each Bludger is colored the same as the robes of the two applicants who will be hitting it. You want to aim the Bludger at the other color-coded person while at the same time defending yourself. All the points will be counted up and that will be 75% of what decides who gets to play."
Harry swooped out and created a shield. He then performed a charm so the players would not be hurt by the Bludgers. Quickly he let the five ferocious balls loose.
An hour and a half later the possible team recruits were all sitting in the common room. Each was sore and loudly complaining about the difficulty of what they had just gone through. Harry smiled at the sight of them. Ron was chortling too, while deciding who to pick. This was only a taste of what the real training would be like. Hopefully I won't get as bad as Wood, thought Harry.
"Well, folks, you'll get used to it. But I would recommend essence of murtlap and a nice hot bath to sooth the pain," said Harry.
The Gryffindors looked somewhat frightened at the prospect of more rigorous training, so Harry and Ron decided to adjourn to the Room of Requirement to select the players and let out the fits of giggles that had plagued them since the applicants had come inside. Once they were safely inside the silent room they burst out laughing.
"I take it that they aren't too happy about us working them out hard."
"No kidding Ron! They're probably thinking, 'Stupid gits just want to see who will die and then they can pick the living players.' Hey, maybe we should do it that way!"
"No kidding," Ron snorted. "Anyway, I figured out who I want as Chasers. Ginny Weasley, Dean Thomas, and Euan Abercrombie."
"We can do that. As for Beaters I think that Natalie O'Connell and Dennis Creevey will suffice. They already work well together since there both in third year."
Ron nodded and then Harry pulled out a five Howlers. Ron too pulled out eleven gold envelopes. They quickly scribbled down notes to slip into the envelopes then left the room.
After finishing they headed to the Owlery. After tying each of the sixteen envelopes to the school owls (and Pigwidgeon and Hedwig since there were so many letters and not enough school owls) they proceeded to leave but fond they way out of the Owlery blocked. The person standing in the doorway was none other than Argus Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker. He looked extremely pleased with himself.
"Aha!" he cried triumphantly. "Caught in the act! Sending out order forms for Dungbombs during broad daylight, eh?"
"Um, no," said Harry, fighting down an irresistible urge to laugh.
"Weasley's Wizard Wheezes then? Those twins may be clever but they're not going to get their products past Argus Filch, they're not."
"No, really Mr. Filch, we were just carrying out some Quidditch business, you can try Veritaserum on us if you like."
Filch didn't try the truth potion, (though he seemed quite tempted to) for being a Squib he could have no sooner made a potion than made Crabbe and Goyle do ballet. He sent Harry and Ron on their way, looking extremely disgruntled and thy returned to the Gryffindor tower, tired but happy. They couldn't wait until the next day when the applicants would find out whether or not they had made the house team.
Harry and Ron woke at the crack of dawn, too excited to go back to sleep. They dressed and went down to the common room when they saw Hermione walking down the stairs looking startled at the sight of them.
"How is it you two were up before me?"
"Does it really matter Hermione? Come on, were going to be late for breakfast!" The two boys then proceeded to drag Hermione with them as they ran towards the Great Hall.
Thirty minutes later the morning post came in. Hermione gasped upon seeing five howlers fall at the Gryffindor table.
Harry and Ron sniggered. Behind the owls carrying the five howlers were those with the eleven golden envelopes. Everything was dropped at the Gryffindor table. All of the howlers burst open at once.
"CONGRATULATIONS ON MAKING THE GRYFFINDOR HOUSE QUIDDITCH TEAM! PRACTICES WILL BE ON MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND FRIDAY AND YOU'LL BE THERE! SEE YOUR CAPTAIN AFTER DINNER TONIGHT AND THEN FEEL FREE TO BASK IN YOUR NEWFOUND GLORY!" The entire table laughed merrily at this and Hermione grinned.
"So what was in the gold envelopes then?"
"Rejection letters. We didn't want to make those loud though."

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Authors Note: I have finally updated! I have a couple of days before I'm going to theEast coast for two weels. So in these five days I will try and update as much as possiable! Sorry if I forgot you in the reveiwer responses.

Funness: That whole desk thing was messed up by my beta reader. (She told me I could blame her) Yeah! I like blameing other people!

Coolone007-2: Hello again. Harry's only practice is going to be the DA. Right now he is focuseing on his lessons with Dumbledore. Besides, there really isn't much you can do to prepare for death eaters.

Action Master: Glad you enjoyed it.

Desipoplover13: We are back! Yeah! Nothing else to say really. Like how your story is progressing.

Magster3: Thank you for reveiwing and I'm glad how you enjoy my third oerson thing.

SiriusRulz: I'm sure my beta will have a blast. At the time I wrote this I already had three more chapters finished.

Ronkid8829: If they broke up that dosen't mean there over each other! Jealousy my friend is a dangerous thing to meddle in.