Author's Notes - I know I said Sunday, but I didn't get a change to put
this chapter online, it involves people throwing up. And then I've been
having some problems about the plot, but I hope I can work through them and
if I can't then I think J.K.Rowling may have made a big mistake involving
Snape! I know it sounds big headed of me and I know we don't know
everything, but I just can't see through this one.
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-Chapter Eleven-
Flower and Spice
Harry stepped out on to the Quiddich pitch with a huge grin, he could bot help it. It felt wonderful to be aloud to play Quiddich again. He spotted a small group of nervous looking people at the far end. As he walked towards them, he and Ron were carrying the crate with the Quiddich balls in it between them. He tried to see who was there. Ginny Weasley was standing near the front smiling happily, Seamus Finnigan skulking rather sheepishly at the back. The Creevey brothers were there, looking excited. There was a short fifth year with extremely long hair and glasses, who Harry thought was called Jasmine Beazer. The others were second and third years with a couple of forth and fifth years, most of who's names he did not know.
"Hello everyone," Harry began nervously. "Thanks for coming, but I'm sure you all know we only need two chasers. And you can't all play. What we're going to do, is two people going up at a time with Katie, to try and get past Ron. And we'll see how it goes. Mmm, how'd like to go first?"
It felt strange being in charge of all these people. Not merely in charge of them, he had to choose two of them to put on the team. The Creevey brother stepped forward quickly. Harry nodded at them, "Ok then, on your brooms. Let's see what you can do."
Harry opened the crate passed the Quaffle to Katie. The rest team and the Creeveys mounted their brooms and kicked off into the air. Harry was about to mount his Firebolt when it hit him. Sirius had given it to him, he couldn't, he wouldn't ride it. He had been so happy when Professor McGonagall came into the common room the previous evening and given it back to him. Harry just looked at his broom hovering in the air in front of him. At exactly the high to mount. What if something happened to it? What it got damaged, like his old Nimbus? He couldn't let that happen to it, Sirius had given it to him, he had alright damaged the Sirius's knife, he wasn't going to let anything happen to the Firebolt. Harry could feel sorrow and worry welling up inside him, until he thought he might burst. For the third time in his life, he felt a strange sensation in his eyes, a something-cold shot out of them obstructing his vision. When he could see again, he saw his Firebolt was no longer hovering in front of him. He looked around for in, in bewilderment. He spotted it flying over to the changing rooms, as if it were trying to skip the tryouts. The group of people, waiting to tryout, was laughing and pointing at it.
"How did you manage to make it do that?" Ginny called, sounding impressed.
Harry just shrugged as he ran over to his Firebolt, feeling rather stupid at himself, for getting into such a state over going on his Firebolt. 'Pull yourself together,' he told himself sternly, 'Sirius gave it to you so you could play Quiddich on it. So use it.' He told himself more firmly.
"Harry what are you doing down there?" Ron called from the goal posts.
"Thinking," Harry yelled, pushing off from the ground. "Ok let's get started. Colin, Dennis - just try to get a goal passed Ron. Katie and I will play as we are on the other team."
Dennis flew well and Harry would have considered him for the team, except he was so small, he found it harder to keep hold of the Quaffle, so he kept dropping it. Colin was quite good and if he had been able to keep his mind on the game, he would have been even better. Every time Harry flew within ten meters of him, he would stop what he was doing to watch Harry.
When Colin had flown straight into one of the goal posted because he was watching Harry again, and when Dennis had dropped the Quaffle on Katie's head Harry called a stop.
Next, were two third years, Emma Dobbs and Natalie McDonald who spend the entire time they in the air, giggling and singing 'Weasley is our King'. They seemed very taken with Ron, who was slowly turning red. Harry was relieved when they were on the ground again and the next two people were in the air. Ginny and another fifth year Harry thought was called Megan Otten. As soon as Ginny was in the air she caught Harry's eye and grinned, Harry looked towards Ron was a still red, but looked determined.
It was now Harry's turn to be embarrassed, every time Megan had the Quaffle she would fly close to Harry and practical give it to him, while batting her eyelids at him. Harry found it very hard to concentrate on what the others were doing. He notice, however, that Ginny both flew and scored very well, Ron was hard put to stop her he only managed it about half the time.
Next up were a scared second-year girl and an overly confident third-year boy, who appeared to be brother and sister, Gwen and Albert Jackson. The Gwen did not seem to have ever been on a broomstick before, she almost fell a number of times, and Harry was black and blue from the number of time that she had flown into him. Albert on the other hand was a natural, flying in circles around his little sister and laughing openly whenever anyone made a mistake. Harry sculled at him, but to no effected. When Albert started making comments, "Is that the best you can do Weasley", he jeered at Ron when the Quaffle sailed through his center hoop. Ron's ears were going red, "No wonder we lost the match against Hufflepuff last year with him on the team", said Albert pointing at Ron. Harry lost his temper and sent him of the pitch. Gwen followed him down, Harry was about to call after her, when he heard her say something that sounded like, "Didn't want to be on the team anyway."
Slowly the line of people waiting to tryout grow shorter, Harry was feeling slightly worried now. Ginny had been by far the best of far; a couple of the other had been ok and Albert had been quite good, but Harry was determined not to have him on the team, the rest had been terrible. Ron seemed to have been thinking along the same lines. He flew along side Harry, as Harry was going to get the next person,
"What are we going to do?" He demanded,
"I donno," Harry said hopelessly, "there are still a couple of people left maybe one of them will be ok."
"Yeah right, and Ginny's not going out with Dean." Ron said.
"Who's next?" Harry asked quietly,
"Jasmine, the girl with the really long hair," Jack said helpfully. "And Richard, he's the tall pale one."
"Cheers," Harry said to Jack, "Jasmine?" Harry called over to the waiting people, no one moved. "Jasmine?" Harry called loader.
A girl sat up lazily, she had been lying on her back gazing up at the clouds. "Here'm I" she called back happily, getting to her feet just as slowly. Harry was a bit taken aback.
"You're next," He said after a moment. "Richard, er- you too."
Harry had never seen anyone fly like Jasmine before, she flew well, but that was not what surprised him. No, she would stay still in the air for seconds at a time, just hovering in midair, before pelting off down the other end. This made her an incredible difficult player to mark or to get the Quaffle off her. She would be hovering just behind you and the next second she wasn't there. Richard was not bad, but nothing special.
"Well Ron, looks like Ginny isn't going out with Dean after all," Harry said grinning after the last person had gone. Seamus, he had not been bad either.
"Ok, ok I was wrong," Ron, said grinning too, "so who's it going to be?"
"No competition really Ginny and Jasmine." Harry said, "they were by far the best. That Albert was good too, but I'd never have him on the team, you just don't say things like that to people you don't know."
"I think you're right," Ron said laughing.
"Come on then let's going and brake to news," Harry said trying to sound confident. "Mmm, thanks for turning up, everyone flew really well. But there is only move on the team for two." Ron made a sound like clearing his throat. "The two new Gryffindor chasers are Jasmine Beazer and Ginny Weasley. First practice tomorrow at two."
Ginny was over the moon about being back on the team, Jasmine seemed a bit surprised but happy enough ones she had gotten over the shock.
"They should be good, shouldn't they?" Ron said at dinner that night.
"I think so," Harry said, paused for, "I mean, Ginny was the best there and Jasmine - there is something about the way she plays..." he trailed off, not sure what he meant.
"I thought that," Ron said enthusiastically. "She wasn't moving one moment and the next -" Ron waved his arms in the air.
Hermione growing tried by the continue Quiddich talk changed the subject. "What do you two say about going down to visit Hagrid tomorrow?"
"We'll have to go in the morning, we have Quiddich practice in the afternoon." Harry said, "Be nice to see him, do you know what he was being over the summer for the or- over the summer?"
"Nah," Ron said, "didn't see him at all at Grim - Hermione what was that for?"
"Not here!" Hermione hissed between her teeth.
Harry and the others were leaving the Great Hall over dinner to go up to the common room when Professor McGonagall spotted him.
"There you are Potter, I've been looking for you," she said.
"Yes Professor, what is it?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling worried that something might have happened.
"Don't look so worried Potter," Professor McGonagall said gently. "I just wanted to know who you've chosen to play chasers?"
"Oh," Harry said in relief, "Ginny Weasley and Jasmine Beazer, they both flew well and should be very good on the team."
"I've seen Miss Weasley play before, only as seeker though, but not Miss Beazer," McGonagall said thoughtfully. "Very well Potter, kindly keep me inform with how the team is doing."
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-Chapter Eleven-
Flower and Spice
Harry stepped out on to the Quiddich pitch with a huge grin, he could bot help it. It felt wonderful to be aloud to play Quiddich again. He spotted a small group of nervous looking people at the far end. As he walked towards them, he and Ron were carrying the crate with the Quiddich balls in it between them. He tried to see who was there. Ginny Weasley was standing near the front smiling happily, Seamus Finnigan skulking rather sheepishly at the back. The Creevey brothers were there, looking excited. There was a short fifth year with extremely long hair and glasses, who Harry thought was called Jasmine Beazer. The others were second and third years with a couple of forth and fifth years, most of who's names he did not know.
"Hello everyone," Harry began nervously. "Thanks for coming, but I'm sure you all know we only need two chasers. And you can't all play. What we're going to do, is two people going up at a time with Katie, to try and get past Ron. And we'll see how it goes. Mmm, how'd like to go first?"
It felt strange being in charge of all these people. Not merely in charge of them, he had to choose two of them to put on the team. The Creevey brother stepped forward quickly. Harry nodded at them, "Ok then, on your brooms. Let's see what you can do."
Harry opened the crate passed the Quaffle to Katie. The rest team and the Creeveys mounted their brooms and kicked off into the air. Harry was about to mount his Firebolt when it hit him. Sirius had given it to him, he couldn't, he wouldn't ride it. He had been so happy when Professor McGonagall came into the common room the previous evening and given it back to him. Harry just looked at his broom hovering in the air in front of him. At exactly the high to mount. What if something happened to it? What it got damaged, like his old Nimbus? He couldn't let that happen to it, Sirius had given it to him, he had alright damaged the Sirius's knife, he wasn't going to let anything happen to the Firebolt. Harry could feel sorrow and worry welling up inside him, until he thought he might burst. For the third time in his life, he felt a strange sensation in his eyes, a something-cold shot out of them obstructing his vision. When he could see again, he saw his Firebolt was no longer hovering in front of him. He looked around for in, in bewilderment. He spotted it flying over to the changing rooms, as if it were trying to skip the tryouts. The group of people, waiting to tryout, was laughing and pointing at it.
"How did you manage to make it do that?" Ginny called, sounding impressed.
Harry just shrugged as he ran over to his Firebolt, feeling rather stupid at himself, for getting into such a state over going on his Firebolt. 'Pull yourself together,' he told himself sternly, 'Sirius gave it to you so you could play Quiddich on it. So use it.' He told himself more firmly.
"Harry what are you doing down there?" Ron called from the goal posts.
"Thinking," Harry yelled, pushing off from the ground. "Ok let's get started. Colin, Dennis - just try to get a goal passed Ron. Katie and I will play as we are on the other team."
Dennis flew well and Harry would have considered him for the team, except he was so small, he found it harder to keep hold of the Quaffle, so he kept dropping it. Colin was quite good and if he had been able to keep his mind on the game, he would have been even better. Every time Harry flew within ten meters of him, he would stop what he was doing to watch Harry.
When Colin had flown straight into one of the goal posted because he was watching Harry again, and when Dennis had dropped the Quaffle on Katie's head Harry called a stop.
Next, were two third years, Emma Dobbs and Natalie McDonald who spend the entire time they in the air, giggling and singing 'Weasley is our King'. They seemed very taken with Ron, who was slowly turning red. Harry was relieved when they were on the ground again and the next two people were in the air. Ginny and another fifth year Harry thought was called Megan Otten. As soon as Ginny was in the air she caught Harry's eye and grinned, Harry looked towards Ron was a still red, but looked determined.
It was now Harry's turn to be embarrassed, every time Megan had the Quaffle she would fly close to Harry and practical give it to him, while batting her eyelids at him. Harry found it very hard to concentrate on what the others were doing. He notice, however, that Ginny both flew and scored very well, Ron was hard put to stop her he only managed it about half the time.
Next up were a scared second-year girl and an overly confident third-year boy, who appeared to be brother and sister, Gwen and Albert Jackson. The Gwen did not seem to have ever been on a broomstick before, she almost fell a number of times, and Harry was black and blue from the number of time that she had flown into him. Albert on the other hand was a natural, flying in circles around his little sister and laughing openly whenever anyone made a mistake. Harry sculled at him, but to no effected. When Albert started making comments, "Is that the best you can do Weasley", he jeered at Ron when the Quaffle sailed through his center hoop. Ron's ears were going red, "No wonder we lost the match against Hufflepuff last year with him on the team", said Albert pointing at Ron. Harry lost his temper and sent him of the pitch. Gwen followed him down, Harry was about to call after her, when he heard her say something that sounded like, "Didn't want to be on the team anyway."
Slowly the line of people waiting to tryout grow shorter, Harry was feeling slightly worried now. Ginny had been by far the best of far; a couple of the other had been ok and Albert had been quite good, but Harry was determined not to have him on the team, the rest had been terrible. Ron seemed to have been thinking along the same lines. He flew along side Harry, as Harry was going to get the next person,
"What are we going to do?" He demanded,
"I donno," Harry said hopelessly, "there are still a couple of people left maybe one of them will be ok."
"Yeah right, and Ginny's not going out with Dean." Ron said.
"Who's next?" Harry asked quietly,
"Jasmine, the girl with the really long hair," Jack said helpfully. "And Richard, he's the tall pale one."
"Cheers," Harry said to Jack, "Jasmine?" Harry called over to the waiting people, no one moved. "Jasmine?" Harry called loader.
A girl sat up lazily, she had been lying on her back gazing up at the clouds. "Here'm I" she called back happily, getting to her feet just as slowly. Harry was a bit taken aback.
"You're next," He said after a moment. "Richard, er- you too."
Harry had never seen anyone fly like Jasmine before, she flew well, but that was not what surprised him. No, she would stay still in the air for seconds at a time, just hovering in midair, before pelting off down the other end. This made her an incredible difficult player to mark or to get the Quaffle off her. She would be hovering just behind you and the next second she wasn't there. Richard was not bad, but nothing special.
"Well Ron, looks like Ginny isn't going out with Dean after all," Harry said grinning after the last person had gone. Seamus, he had not been bad either.
"Ok, ok I was wrong," Ron, said grinning too, "so who's it going to be?"
"No competition really Ginny and Jasmine." Harry said, "they were by far the best. That Albert was good too, but I'd never have him on the team, you just don't say things like that to people you don't know."
"I think you're right," Ron said laughing.
"Come on then let's going and brake to news," Harry said trying to sound confident. "Mmm, thanks for turning up, everyone flew really well. But there is only move on the team for two." Ron made a sound like clearing his throat. "The two new Gryffindor chasers are Jasmine Beazer and Ginny Weasley. First practice tomorrow at two."
Ginny was over the moon about being back on the team, Jasmine seemed a bit surprised but happy enough ones she had gotten over the shock.
"They should be good, shouldn't they?" Ron said at dinner that night.
"I think so," Harry said, paused for, "I mean, Ginny was the best there and Jasmine - there is something about the way she plays..." he trailed off, not sure what he meant.
"I thought that," Ron said enthusiastically. "She wasn't moving one moment and the next -" Ron waved his arms in the air.
Hermione growing tried by the continue Quiddich talk changed the subject. "What do you two say about going down to visit Hagrid tomorrow?"
"We'll have to go in the morning, we have Quiddich practice in the afternoon." Harry said, "Be nice to see him, do you know what he was being over the summer for the or- over the summer?"
"Nah," Ron said, "didn't see him at all at Grim - Hermione what was that for?"
"Not here!" Hermione hissed between her teeth.
Harry and the others were leaving the Great Hall over dinner to go up to the common room when Professor McGonagall spotted him.
"There you are Potter, I've been looking for you," she said.
"Yes Professor, what is it?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling worried that something might have happened.
"Don't look so worried Potter," Professor McGonagall said gently. "I just wanted to know who you've chosen to play chasers?"
"Oh," Harry said in relief, "Ginny Weasley and Jasmine Beazer, they both flew well and should be very good on the team."
"I've seen Miss Weasley play before, only as seeker though, but not Miss Beazer," McGonagall said thoughtfully. "Very well Potter, kindly keep me inform with how the team is doing."
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