By the time the plane landed several hours later, Harry and Shane were the closest thing either had to a friend right then. Shane knew everyone else by name, but that's it. When they reached baggage claim, both Harry and Shane had duffle bags swung over their shoulders and they were looking for their other bags. Soon, the rest of the players showed up...only they didn't know that the others were players.

"There's mine!" Harry said, grabbing his two duffle bags. A few minutes later, two bulging bags came around. Shane grabbed them and he and Harry headed outside. There was a buff man waiting, holding a sign with ten names on it. Harry and Shane's names were both on there. They made their way over to the guy.

"Ah, Potter and O'Connely. Flight okay? Car's over there." He said with a smile. Harry nodded and he and Shane made their way to one of two limos.

"Kick arse!" Shane laughed as he threw his bags into the trunk. He and Harry climbed in. They sat themselves in the comfortable settings. A few minutes later, Sean appeared. He held out his hand.

"I'm Sean Murphy." He said with a Scottish accent. Harry and Shane introduced themselves and shook hands with Sean. A few minutes later, two others climbed in.

"I'm Aiden Cromerty." The blonde one said, shaking Harry's hand.

"Ay and I'm Aaron Skene." Aaron said, shaking Harry's hand. They all settled once they saw the other five climbing into the other limo. A few minutes later, an older man climbed in. Not old, he was in his late twenties, early thirties. He sat himself beside Aaron, who was sitting beside Aiden.

"Welcome, guys. I'm Tom Reid." He said with a toothy grin. Everyone smiled and nodded. Soon, the car took off. Tom started to explain everything.

"There are five apartments. Four of them keep three people to it, the other is for two guys and the two trainers. We've already sorted out the houses so no need to worry. Everything will be explained when we get to the first building." He explained. Everyone nodded and chatted merrily during the drive. No one noticed that Harry was rather quiet. His mind was on something else...someone else.

The two limos pulled into the round about parking of a very luxurious apartment building. Harry and Shane, along with Sean, Aiden, Aaron and Tom climbed out of the limo. Behind them, six people climbed out of the other limo. The two groups joined and headed into the building. Tom had a few quick words with the doorman and then led everyone into a side room...a meeting room. There were twelve chairs around a large table. There were five chairs on each side and two at each of the ends. Everyone had a seat. Tom and the other trainer sat at the ends of the table, but everyone else sat around it. Harry ended up between Shane and Sean. Tom smiled.

"Okay guys, you all know you're positions, but maybe not everyone else does so...let's see. On second string, we have Liam Mason, Ronan O'Mara and Owen Dacahary as our chasers. Then we've got Cathal Merly and Dara Hansen as beaters. Adain Cromerty as our keeper and Aaron Skene as our seeker." He explained. There were nods all around the table.

"Our new first strings are as follows. Start out with Sean Murphy. He's a new chaser. Then there's Shane O'Connely. He's taking over keeper. And of course, we managed to persuade Mr Potter here to play. Harry Potter will be our first string seeker." Tom explained. There were smiles from the other guys and nods.

"Now, we've got the rest of the team here...the other first strings. They're going through training too. Wasn't too happy with their performance last year. They're only a year or two older than you lot. There's Danny boy, who's a beater and Lexy, a chaser. Shamus is a chaser also and the last, is Edmund. He's obviously a beater. Three of em are staying in a flat on the fifth floor. Now, let's get on with your arrangements." Tom said, glancing at a sheet of paper. Everyone was waiting anxiously.

"Now, we figured it out and there's no need for the trainer flat this year. We've got Potter, O'Connely and Murphy. You guys got stuck at the top floor. Number 2501. Then there's Skene, Cromerty and Hansen on the seventeenth floor. Number 1703. Um...Merly, Dachary and O'Mara are on the fifteenth floor. Number 1505. Last but not least, Mason will be sharing a flat with Lexy on the eighth floor. 807 mate. There's a P.A...practice assistant...waiting for you in each place. They've got your rules and keys and such. Explain everything. Head on up." Tom finished.

All the guys nodded and got up. They all headed towards the elevator and squished on. Different buttons were pushed and everyone was delivered to their floor.

Harry, Shane and Sean stepped into a large apartment. It was fully furnished, with three bedrooms, a bathroom, living room, dining room of some sort, a kitchen and a deck with a wonderful view. In the living room, was a tall girl. She had shoulder length blonde hair that had highlights of an ever lighter blonde. She smiled at them all.

"Let me guess!" She laughed. She pointed at Shane.

"You are...Shane O'Connely. Keeper for the Landler Unis...you've saved an impressive seven hundred and thirteen goals for your team in only four years." She said with a grin. Shane blushed and gave a nod. The girl moved on to Sean.

"Sean Murphey...chaser for the Hanckleshire Griffins. In three years, you scored five hundred and three goals." She said with raised eyebrows. Sean grinned and twiddled his finger. Finally, the blonde turned to Harry. She flashed him a smile.

"Harry Potter...play for Gryffindor house team at the esteemed Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You caught the snitch every time except for a few occasions where there were technical difficulties." She said, unable to stop smiling. Harry nodded. He was rather glad she didn't mention the dementors... The girl clapped her hands together.

"I'm Meagan...Meagan McConalegh. I am your practice assistant. I get your arses out of bed every morning and I get you to practice. I escort you to the gyms and make sure you guys are pushing yourselves. My job is to also make sure you don't pump your bodies full of junk food and energy boosters. England has always had a healthy team and it always will. I don't want your friends or family to know where you are. This is very confidential. Other teams have been trying to find our camp for years to find out what strategies we're using. Do you understand?" Meagan asked seriously. The three boys nodded.

"Alright, the food you are permitted to eat is in the kitchen cupboards and fridge. Anything that isn't in there, you need permission to eat. You get the afternoon off to adjust to time change and get yourselves organized. Training starts at five tomorrow morning. You have to be up at four. That's when I'll see you." Meagn said. She headed for the door, but stopped.

"And, I suggest you wear something to bed, since I don't knock. I barge in and get you up at any costs. Enjoy your day off." She smiled before leaving.

Sean stared after her.

"Bit brutal eh?" He asked. Shane and Harry nodded.

4:00 am NEXT MORNING

Harry was fast asleep, his face pressed into his pillow. He was having a rather enjoyable dream, when he heard noises in the rooms on either side of him. Harry ignored it and pushed his face deeper into the pillow. A minute later, his bedroom door opened. Meagan stepped in. She was wearing black track pants, and a white shirt with grey writing on it. Her hair was braided in pigtails. She smiled and pulled back the covers on Harry's bed. He was wearing his black boxers...as usual.

"Come on sunshine, up you get!" She laughed, smacking his bum. Harry's head immediately lifted off the pillow. He grabbed his glasses and shoved them on his face. Meagan was smiling at him.

"Don't think for one second that you can smack my arse and get away with it!" He said, his eyebrows raised. In the blink of an eye, Harry was out of bed. Meagan sensed what was coming and tore from the room. Harry raced after her. He got her cornered in the living room. Shane and Sean soon appeared, both looking disgruntled.

"Ay, what's about?" Shane asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Turn the shower on!" Harry said, an evil glint in his eye.

"Don't you dare, Potter!" Meagan squealed. Shane smiled and tore into the bathroom. Harry heard the splashing of water and lunged forward. Meagn squealed as Harry grabbed her around the middle and threw her over his shoulder.

"Smack my arse eh?" He laughed. Sean collapsed on the floor in roars of laughter as Harry carried a screaming Meagan into the bathroom. Shane stepped aside and watched happily as Harry plopped Meagan into the tub and cold water poured down on her. She pursed her lips angrily, then smiled.

"Best one yet mate! None of the others have thought of that one!" She laughed, waving her wand and turning off the water. She waved it again and she was perfectly dry.

"Jesus Harry, what'd she do to deserve that?" Shane laughed as Meagan left the bathroom.

"No braud slaps my arse unless they are invited to." Harry said. He winked at Shane and then went into his room to change. Harry had pushed Abby from his mind. It just hurt too much when he thought of her. He quickly changed into a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless red shirt. Harry ran a comb through his hair and did up his trainers. He made his way into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter. Meagan was munching on an apple.

"Come off it. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy your wake up call!" She laughed. Harry felt his face fall.

"Only one girl has ever slapped my arse and she broke my heart. Not willing to let another braud do the same." He said quietly before hopping down off the counter and heading into the living room. Meagan stared open mouth after him. Why would any girl turn down such a fine specimen of a man?

A FEW HOURS LATER

Sweat was pouring off of Harry's face as an extra twenty pounds was added to the weights he was lifting. He was red in the face and was soaked with sweat. As were all the other players. Shane and Sean were being 'motivated'...or screamed at, by a trainer while they ran on the treadmills. Aidain was beating the crap out of a punching bag...Aaron was doing not stop pushups...everyone was doing something. The other first string players, were being yelled at in the locker room. They had been messing around and coach was telling them off. There were five P.As...One for each flat. Harry, Shane and Sean had Meagan...there were also two guys, Darner and Marshall. There was another girl, Anna and one last guy, a real hard ass...Andy. Compared to all the other's Meagan was an angel. She went around to Harry, Shane and Sean and yelled at them. Harry rolled his eyes as she came around to him. What kind of motivating insult was he going to hear this time. Meagan smiled.

"O'Connely, Murphy! This is what you should be doing! Just like Potter here...pushing yourself! I want to see you sweat I want to see you hurt!" She said, triumph in her voice. Meagan took the weights and set them back on the bar. She handed Harry a towel, which he used to wipe his face and clean his glasses. He was thinking more and more about getting contacts.

"Excellent work Harry! Take five then I want you working you arse on the treadmill." Meagan said, slapping him on the back. Harry took a sip from his water bottle and gave a nod."

"Murphy! I want you on the leg press!" Meagan yelled to Sean. He nodded, and jumped off the treadmill. His legs wobbled a little, but he staggered to the leg press. Harry took a few minutes, then climbed on the treadmill. After half an hour of that, his shirt was so soaked with sweat, you could see his abs through it.

Three hours later...

"Alright team! That's enough for this morning. Your P.A's have your instructions for the day and then I'll see you tonight after your light dinner. O'Connely, Potter, hang back for a second!" Tom yelled. Harry had a towel swung around his neck and was breathing heavily as he and Shane made their way over. Shane was pressing a hand to the stitch in his side. Tom smiled at them.

"You two are by far in the best shape out of everyone here. Even our other first strings, who are supposed to work out all year. I'm very pleased with they way you two are coming." Tom smiled. Harry thanked him, as did Shane. They hobbled off into the locker room to take a shower.

Harry and Shane were the last back to the apartment. Everyone had left ahead of them and they had to take a muggle bus. When they finally reached their apartment, Harry shoved his key in the lock and turned it. He opened the door and saw Sean in the kitchen, downing a bottle of water.

"Pretty brutal for the first day!" Shane sighed as he kicked off his shoes. Harry nodded in agreement. He peeled off his soaked shirt and went into his room to change. He peeled off his shorts and rummaged in his dresser for some sweat pants. He pulled them on, along with a t-shirt. Harry ran a comb through his freshly shampooed hair and went into the living room. Shane and Sean were both collapsed onto the couches.

"What's wrong with you two?" Harry laughed. Sean mustered some energy and lifted his head.

"We just spent nine hours at a gym and you're not tired?" He gasped. Harry shrugged.

"Maybe a little..." He muttered. Harry waved his wand and a bottle of water zoomed out of the kitchen. He caught it and went out onto the deck. He had his elbows resting on the railing and was staring out across the many skyscrapers.

Harry removed the cap from his bottle of water and drank deeply from it.

"Harry!"

Harry turned around. Meagan was standing in the living room, in a sleeveless red dress. Harry gave a nod and went back inside. He sat down beside Shane, who ended up with his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Only brauds cry on my shoulder." Harry laughed. Shane lifted his head.

"Ah bugger off ya ever going arse!" He laughed. Harry forced a smile. They all turned back to Meagan. She was holding a stack of papers.

"Tom and the manager of the team think you guys should have an edumaction of some sort while you are training. That's why all the players are signed up for courses..." She said, handing them each of sheet of paper. Harry looked at his.

"Monday... political science. Tuesday... muggle studies. Wednesday... arithmacy. Thursday... magical history?" He asked, reading from the list. Meagan nodded. Shane and Sean were reading theirs too.

"Ay...I've got poly sci with ya mate but nothing else till arithmacy. Me other classes are Magical government and Advanced Transfiguration." Shane said, glancing at his sheet. Sean had his brow furrowed.

"Right ticked off I am. I only got one class with me mates! And it's only with one of em! Muggle studies with Harry!" He complained. Meagan shrugged her shoulders.

"So wait...are some of these magical and some of these muggle?" Harry asked. Meagan gave a nod.

"Yeah...political science and arithmacy are both muggle classes. And, Sean had photography and social economics, which are both muggle. There are maps on the back so you guys know where to go..." She explained. Harry rolled his eyes. It wasn't enough that he was busting his chops at the gym, now he had to go to class...IN THE SUMMER!

1 WEEK LATER

Harry took deep breaths and larger strides as he entered his second hour on the treadmill. He felt the muscles in his legs straining. Harry looked around, trying to take his mind off the necessary pain. Shane was bench pressing and it looked like more than he could handle. Sean was on the chin-up bars, beside Danny boy and Lexy. Aiden and Aaron were beating the hell out of the punching bags. Meagan was making her way over to Harry. She stopped in front of the treadmill and pressed a button. The belt slowed to a jog. She left it for a minute, then pressed the button again. Harry was now walking. After another minute, Meagan hit the button one last time and the machine stopped.

"Excellent job Potter..." She said with a sparkle in her eyes. Harry forced a smile...something that hadn't graced his face much in the past week. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Do thirty with the punching bags then hit the shower." Meagan said, slapping Harry's shoulder. She looked at her hand and grabbed his towel, wiping the sticky sweat from her palm. Harry took a few deep breaths, then relieved Aaron from his spot at the bag. Harry wrapped his knuckled with the white clothe and jumped up and down on the spot a couple times. The punching bag was Harry's release. He threw all of his anger and all of his sadness into those punches...and people could tell. Harry was throwing punch after punch into that black bag. A couple people stopped to watch, amazed at the force he had. Harry glanced every now and then to see what time it was. When the clock shuttered to a stop at the half hour mark, Harry dropped his fists. He unraveled the cloth from his hands and headed for the showers, like a few others were. Harry twiddled with his combination lock and opened his locker. He stripped off his shirt and reached for his other towel. Just then, he heard the locker room door open. Harry glanced over his shoulder. Lexy and Danny boy were standing there.

"Potter!" Lexy called. Harry turned around, still wiping the sweat from his body. He would have a shower when he got home.

"You're wicked out there ya know..." Danny laughed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Thanks..." He muttered.

"You'll be great next year..." Lexy said forcefully. Harry stared at them.

"Next year?" He asked. Danny gave a nod.

"You see, coach pulled us last year and put the second string up. Janvers, Laley and Hurse all were injured badly and took their leave. That's why you guys are here. Now, the second string plays this season and then they get booted. Then coach puts new guys on. So, after this training camp, we get five months off, since the season doesn't start until October." He explained. Harry was a little confused, but he think he got it.

"So...we're here training for next season?" He asked. Danny and Lexy nodded. Harry shook his head and pulled a new shirt on.

"We'll get a pizza or something later...I have to get to class." Harry said as he tucked his wallet into his back pocket. Lexy gave a nod. They both shook Harry's hand and watched as he disappeared through the doors.

"That kid'll be an Excellent seeker. Kicked the shoit outta that punching bag." Lexy laughed. Danny agreed.

The apartment was empty when Harry got there. He hastily had a shower and shaved. He ran a comb through his hair and cleaned his glasses. Harry headed for his room down the hall, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went into his room and rummaged in his dresser for some boxers.

"I gotta do laundry tonight..." He muttered. Harry, Shane and Sean had become accustomed to doing some things the muggle way. They took the bus to class and they did laundry at the laundry mat. Harry found some clean red boxers and pulled them on. His towel dropped to the floor as he found a white undershirt. He found that wearing these kept his shirts loose. Harry pulled it on and grabbed some pants. He pulled on the dark jeans and did up his belt. Harry opened his closet and grabbed a long sleeved blue shirt. He pulled it on over the undershirt and grabbed his bag. Harry rested the strap on his shoulder after checking to make sure he had all his books for arithmacy...he did. Harry went into the kitchen for something quick to eat before heading to catch the bus. He grabbed an apple out of the fridge and sank his teeth into it just as the door opened. Shane came through.

"Bloody hell, when did you get home?" He laughed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you wanna catch the 45 bus, you better get your arse in the shower!" He laughed. Shane glanced at his watch.

"Ah sh!t..." He said, dropping his bag and hurrying to the bathroom. Harry laughed. There was a knock on the door. Harry made his way out of the kitchen and kicked past Shane's gym bag. He peered through the peep hole and opened the door. Edmund was standing there.

"Hey Harry..." He said with a grin.

"Hey Edmund." Harry said through a mouthful of apple.

"Coach kept me late yesterday and I missed muggle studies. Do ya think I could borrow yer notes?" He asked. Harry smiled and gave a nod. Edmund was the same age as him, but had gotten out of school a year early to train. Now, he was taking classes with all the new guys. Harry went into his room, followed by Edmund. Harry opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a black notebook. He opened it and pulled out some sheets of paper. He handed them to Edmund, who was staring at a picture on Harry's bulletin board. A picture of him and Abby. It was mostly covered by other pictures, but still visible.

"That your girlfriend?" He asked with a smile. Harry forced the papers into his hand.

"Used to be. She couldn't handle nine months apart, so she ended it. Look, I really gotta get to class..." He said awkwardly. Edmund glanced at him and nodded.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks for the notes." He said hastily. Harry nodded and Edmund left. Harry stood in front of the bulletin board for a long time, staring at the picture. Shane had been standing in the doorway, watching Harry for about ten minutes. He could tell he was hurting.

"Mate, we gotta catch the bus." He said suddenly. Harry glanced over his shoulder and gave a nod. They headed down to the bus stop.

Harry sat in the back of his arithmacy class, writing notes. It was such a boring subject, yet he got it.

"Mr Potter, what is the answer?" The Professor called suddenly. Harry looked up and blinked couple of times.

"768.098765128765 to the power of three." Harry said loudly. The Professor smiled.

"Perfect! Alright everyone. Read pages thirty nine through fifty tonight and do assignment seven. See you all next week!" The old man called. Everyone scrambled to get out of the stuffy room. Harry packed his books into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He made his way out of the classroom and stopped at the vending machine to get a bottle of water. He put his coins in and hit the button. A bottle of water popped out and Harry caught it. He looked at his watch. If he hurried, he could make the bus with Sean. He shrugged. If he made it, he made it. Harry walked along several corridors, down a flight of stairs and out the front doors. He made his way down the steps to the bus stop. Sure enough, Sean was there.

"Hey Harry..." He said, shuffling his bag around.

"Hey..." Harry muttered as the bus pulled up. He grabbed his pass and flashed it to the driver. Sean did the same and they took their seats. They figured it out and it was cheaper to get a bus pass, and easier.

"How was arithmacy?" Sean asked as he settled himself.

"Same old, same old. Boring." Harry said with a forced laughed. Sean smiled.

"What are the plans for tonight after practice?" He asked. Harry sighed.

"We'll go get a pizza with Danny, Lexy, Edmund and Shamus. Ask Shane if he wants to go..." He said wearily. Sean glanced at him.

"We're not supposed to have pizza..." He said nervously. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'll convince Meagan and she'll talk to Andy, the great brute. She'll sweet talk him." He laughed. Sean smiled. The rest of the bus ride was silent.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Harry groaned as someone beat him with a pillow. He was buried deep beneath his covers and mostly protected from the blow.

"GEROFF!" He yelled. It was however muffled. The person continued to hit him. Harry groaned and pushed the blankets back. The pillow smacked him in the face. The beating stopped. Harry grabbed his glasses and saw Meagan sitting on top of him, with the pillow in her hand.

"Er...time to get up!" She said, holding back laughter. Harry lunged forward. Meagan wasn't expecting this and squealed as Harry grabbed her ankle.

"No Harry!" She begged, a smile on her face. Harry tightened his grip on her ankle and pulled her towards him. Their faces were inches from each other. Harry felt a lump develop in his throat as Meagan's warm breath brushed across his skin. She was leaning forwards...

Harry was ready for this. He was ready... But, as Meagan's lips came closer, he realized he wasn't. Harry quickly stood.

"I...I'm sorry. I'm not ready for this yet." He said awkwardly, before hurrying out of the room. A minute later, Shane came in. He looked at Meagan.

"He still loves her Megs. It doesn't matter that she broke his heart...he still loves her." He said quietly. Meagan sighed and gave a nod.

"I know...it sucks!" She pouted. They heard the splash of water in the bathroom, saying that Harry had climbed into the shower.

"Gotta go wake Murphy up..." Meagan sighed, grabbing her pillow and heading into Sean's room. A minute later, there was a loud thud, saying that Sean had rolled out of bed. Shane laughed to himself and then something caught his eye. Something on Harry's desk. Shane crossed the room and peered down at the chain Harry always wore around his neck. There was a lightning bolt charm and...and two gold rings. Shane sighed and put the chain back down. Harry was hooked...

A/N: Well there's the update I promised everyone. Don't worry there will be more updates this weekend and next week because I finished with finals.