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Harry Potter and the Last Black Tryouts
Soon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves making their way back to Defense against the Dark Arts, and taking seats at the front of the room. When the bell rang, Sara walked in, and to everyone's surprise, there was the black wolf that she had carried in, at her heels, waging its tail happily.
"Good afternoon class." Said Sara brightly, "Today we are going to study further study the Opentresnat spells, so if you could all take out your books, I do hope you all study."
Sara waved her wand towards the board, and the words, When you have your book open, read about the Sealantaro spell, and practice sealing your books.
"Oh and one more thing, I am glad that you've both decided to join us today Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Parkinson. Pansy glared at Sara, but Malfoy blushed, mumbled, 'thanks', and took out his book and wand.
"Opentresnat!" Malfoy said in a crisp, clear voice. His book sprung open, and he said, "Sealantaro.", and the book slammed itself shut.
Sara clapped her hands, "Good job Mr. Malfoy, I am glad to see that you are not magically challenged, and as it seems, I think you will one of the few gifted students in this class." She looked around the room, "can anyone else perform the Sealantaro spell?" Harry, Ron, and Hermione all raised their wands, said 'Sealantaro' and all their books slammed shut.
"Good, good, ten points to the four of you, now if you would all help other students."
Malfoy caught Harry's eye and smirked.
"What do you think about that?" Ron whispered to Harry, acting like he was looking for someone to help.
"I think Malfoy wanted to show us up." Harry replied.
"Oh come on, how obvious does he need to make it?" Hermione whined from behind them.
"Make what obvious?" said Ron and Harry together.
"The fact that he has a crush on Sara."
"What?"
"No way Hermione, you must be nuts, you heard him, he hates her."
"No, he never said that, we just guessed that he would. Haven't you noticed that he always blushes when Sara talks to him?"
"No," Ron said looking at Hermione like she was a stranger, "Hermione you really need to get a better hobby than watching Malfoy."
"Oh Ron, come off it, every girl in here can tell Malfoy has a crush on Sara, that's why Pansy really doesn't like Sara."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Pansy likes Malfoy." Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"No she doesn't, she's like Crabbe and Goyle, just a friend. Right?" Harry said.
"Yes she does, I over heard her talking to a seventh year Slytherin Prefect in the shower last night." Hermione laughed, "Come on, we've got to help."
Hermione bustled off, and began to help other students.
Ron and Harry glanced over at Malfoy, who was helping a fellow Slytherin, yet his eyes where raised, and gazing at Sara.
"By Merlin's beard, he does have a crush on her!" Harry laughed.
"True, but it's not something unique to him, look around, every guy in this class is staring at her." Hermione was once again behind them, holding in a laugh, "Look, even Ron is gawking at her!"
Harry turned and sure enough, Ron was staring longingly at Sara as she worked at her desk. The wolf raised its head from its position next to the desk, and it seemed to be glaring at Malfoy, a low growl coming from its throat. Sara reached down, and pet the wolf on it's head, "Shh, quiet Salem." Sara said in barely a whisper.
The class went by rather smoothly, and when the bell rang, releasing most sixth years for the day, everyone quietly filed out of Sara's room, and made their ways to each of their house dormitories.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried along in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, when Harry realized he'd forgotten his quill.
"Hey, I'll meet you in the Common Room, okay? I'll just nip back down to Sara's room, and get my quill. Bye." Harry said as he rushed back towards the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.
As Harry neared the door, he could hear Sara speaking, "Salem, if you're going to behave like that, I'm going to have to make you leave; I can't have the students thinking I have a wild wolf on my hands just because you're jealous."
Harry heard a low growl, and a whine.
"Now Salem, the puppy face doesn't work anymore, you're not a puppy."
There was a long silence, then there came a low growling that sounded almost like a human speaking, and Harry could have sworn he heard, "right."
Harry decided not to get his quill, but just get a new one, it was really old anyway. He turned and dashed back up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He knew that what he just heard didn't mean anything really, Hagrid talked to Fang like that, but Harry had never heard Fang say 'right'.
When Harry climbed through the portrait of the Fat Lady, out of breath, Hermione jumped to her feet at once and said, "Harry! What's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing really, I just remembered that I didn't need that quill, so I ran back to the Common Rooms," said Harry.
"Right," said Hermione.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in silence for awhile, doing their homework, when the silence was broken by the creaking sound of the Fat Lady's portrait opening.
Harry turned his head, and saw Professor McGonagal walking towards him.
"Good afternoon Mr. Potter," She said sounding very excited about something.
"Good afternoon Professor." Harry replied.
"Mr. Potter, I am not going to beat around the bush, so I'll just ask you straight out, wouldyouliketobeCaptainoftheGryffindorQuidditchteamthisyear?" Professor McGonagal said so quickly her words were slurred together.
"Pardon me Professor?" Harry asked.
"Oh, sorry Potter, what I said was, 'Would you like to be Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year?'"
Hermione drew in a quick breath, and Ron's mouth hung open. Harry stared at McGonagal, "Yes! I'd love to!"
"Excellent Potter, now, I would like for you and everyone on the team to come down to the Pitch with me, I'll make an announcement about tryouts." McGonagal hurried out the door, leaving a very stunned Harry in her wake.
"Well, I guess we'd better get Ginny, and those two blokes, er, what is their name? You know those guys that took over for Fred and George." Harry said.
"They quit." Ginny said, as she came down from the girl's dorm.
"Oh really?" Harry said.
"Yeah, they said they didn't like being beaters because they could never live up to Fred and George, so right now the team is you as seeker, and Ron as Keeper." Ginny replied.
"What about you?" Harry asked.
"Oh, well, you see, you've taken back your Seeker position, and so I'm trying out for chaser."
"You'll make it, don't worry." Harry assured her, "Well, come on, let's get down to the Pitch." The four grabbed their wands, and hurried out of the portrait, and down to the Pitch, to find that there were many people already waiting, including Seamus.
"Well, er, right, let's erm, get the positions that are open straight, we need three chasers and two beaters. We already have out Keeper, that's Ron, and the Seeker, that's me." Harry gulped, he'd never had this many people looking at him, except for when he used to teach Defense against the Dark Arts in the Room of Requirements, "So, if you want to be a Beater, please gather over there," he pointed to the left of the field, "and if you want to be a Chaser, gather over here." He pointed to the right.
The group split into half, and Harry immediately began to size up the candidates for Beater. There were two large, lean, strong looking seventh years that seemed like they would be just right for the job.
"Okay, first we'll have the Beater tryouts," Harry gulped, "For the first round I'll just release the Bludgers, all you've got to do is knock the other opponents off their brooms, I'll stop when there are four people left, then I'll pair you up with a partner, you'll go again, then swap partners, repeat, do it one last time, and then we'll make a decision." He blew his whistle, and told everyone to mount their brooms and released the Bludgers. They zoomed at the eight boys, each armed with a bat. Soon all but four boys were knocked off their brooms, and to Harry's pleasure, the two seventh years were still in the running. He paired of the boys, purposely splitting the two boys, and watched them go against each other. It wasn't long, and each duo was down to one. Harry blew his whistle again, "Erm, well, I did say I was going to swap partners and all, but I think I have found our Beaters." Harry pointed at the two boys who were in the air still whacking Bludgers at each other, "Excuse me, you two are now our Beaters," Harry called up to them.
They looked down at Harry; each caught a Bludger, and landed next to the crate, placing the struggling balls back into it.
"We made it? Did we?" The boy with blond hair said, and he sat on the crate lid, "That's cool."
"Really, mate?" The other, with brown hair said, "Neat, can't wait 'til I tell mum! She'll be thrilled!"
"Jason, don't go telling my Mum I made it though, I want her to be surprised." The boy with blond hair said.
"Right mate, I won't." Jason's voice took a very baby-like tone, "I'll let wittle Cwisy tell his mummy."
Chris glared at Jason and threw the bat at him, "Shut up." He laughed as Jason ducked.
Chris stood up, and looked at Harry, "Well mate, I guess you better know this, that idiot over there is my cousin." He pointed at Jason, who walked over to Harry and held out his hand.
"Both of our brother's play for Outrageous Outbackers, you know, the Quidditch team in Australia."
"That's cool," said Harry, looking impressed and pleased, he'd obviously just got two natural Beaters on the team, "Next is Chaser tryouts, you're going to have to try to score against Ron."
Ron gulped and turned red, "Erm, Harry, no, I'm not that good." Ron whispered quietly.
Harry looked at Ron and grinned, "Sure you are." Harry smiled and started to hum 'Weasly is Our King'.
A look of pure bliss swept across Ron's face as he mounted his broom, and zoomed up to the goal posts.
"Okay if you seven would please line up. I am going to give you a number and then I am going to draw three numbers, if yours is called you will play and try to score. Okay." Harry gave each person a number then placed the numbers in a hat and drew from it three numbers, "Okay three, seven and four are going to play now." Harry blew his whistle and the three players took off, and tried to play, but none of them could pass or catch. Harry repeated the process, and this time Ginny was called, she went out, but none of the people she was playing with could do anything either. Harry knew Ginny was going to be a Chaser, but he didn't want one good Chaser and two bad Chasers, he could only hope that the Seamus was good. When he blew his whistle, Ginny and Seamus kick off from the ground, as well as one of the not so good players. Ginny and Seamus had a rather good game going until a strong wind picked up and blew the Quaffle out of reach and towards the Whomping Willow.
"No!" Ginny shouted, as she and Seamus chased after the Quaffle, but something streaked past them, grabbed the Quaffle just before it hit the Whomping Willow, and hurled it back towards Ginny.
"Ginny, catch!" Hermione called, as she dodged the Willow's branches and flew a safe distance from the tree.
"Wow Hermione, that was incredible!" Ginny said, impressed.
Hermione blushed, "Thanks, but I only did it because I know the Willow would have destroyed it, and well, I didn't want Gryffindor to get into trouble."
Seamus, Ginny, and Hermione landed their brooms, and Ginny placed the Quaffle down.
"That was bloody brilliant Hermione!" Ron shouted as he too landed.
"It was, I never knew you could play Quidditch." Harry said.
"Well, I can't really." Hermione mumbled.
"C'mon Hermione, you've got to join the team, we'd be unstoppable!" Ron shouted.
"Fine, I'll join, but only if you want me to Harry, I don't want to force my way in."
"It's no problem; I think the team would be great if you were on it!" Harry smiled, "It's settled then, the Gryffindor Quidditch team will be made up of, Ron as Keeper, Jason and Chris as Beaters, Ginny, Seamus and Hermione as Chasers, and I will be Seeker."
Those who didn't make the team cheered along with them, glad to see that such a strong team was being put together.
As the group happily made their way back to the castle Harry caught a glimpse of something running along side the forest, a large, silver gray wolf, with blue eyes that shone brightly. Harry gulped; it was the Magusapian that Hagrid had warned them about.
It turned its head to face Harry, "Run!" Harry shouted.
"What? Why-" Ron began, but his eyes followed that of Harry's and saw the creature's blue eyes glowing at them, "Magusapian! Run!"
At once Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed it at the animal, "Stupify!" A jet of red light shot at the animal, but it dodged with graceful ease, and began to run at the group of children.
Knowing there was no way to out run the creature, everyone pulled out their wands and began to shout, "Stupify!" The air was full of jets of red light, but the Magusapian was dodging every shot with ease.
It pelted straight through the group of children, gave a howl that sounded almost like a laugh, then ran straight for the main gates leading to Hogsmead.
"Whew, that was a close call; I wonder why it didn't attack us though?" Chris said in an exasperated voice.
"It seemed like it was just doing that to scare us." Ginny said, clutching her hand to her chest and staring after the creature.
"It-it-it couldn't have. Magusapians don't have that kind of ability, they can't feel fun." Hermione protested.
"I don't think that possibility is out of the question, I mean, if they are smart enough to transform into humans, don't you think that they are smart enough to have human emotions." Harry asked quietly.
"No, they can transform into humans because they were born with that ability, it's just like teaching a dog to roll over, it's just a trick." Hermione said softly, "They are less human than normal animals."
"Hmm, what are you talking about?"
Everyone looked back towards the castle, and saw Sara smiling at them, "Hello everyone, I didn't mean to burst into your conversation, but I noticed that you hadn't returned to the school. I became worried that you might have run into the Magusapian that's on the loose."
"How did you know that there was one on the loose?" Hermione asked.
"I am a Professor, need I remind you?" Sara gave an almost evil glare, "Hagrid was kind enough to inform the staff about the escape, and I decided that I would make sure you were safe, now if I may excuse myself." She nodded her head slightly, and took her leave.
"What was with that look?" Hermione asked.
"Well you did jump her," Ron pointed out, "she was just concerned about us."
"I know but still, that was just a little, well, it was just a little on the odd side, don't you think?"
"What was odd about it?" Harry asked her.
"I mean that she just showed up…" Hermione said softly.
"You know Hermione; you are really hot and cold." Ron looked at Hermione as if trying to read her like a book, "At first you didn't like her because of whatever reason, and then you thought she was alright, now you are saying she's odd? Tell the truth, is it jealousy?"
Hermione blushed, "What? No, it is most certainly not." She glared at Ron, then at Harry, "Come on Ginny let's leave these boys to themselves."
Ginny looked at Ron then at Harry and shrugged, "Okay,"
The five boys looked at each other, and began to laugh, "That was really strange, but I do think that Hermione is a little bit jealous of Professor Sara, I mean, have you seen her body? It's so curvy and soft looking. Man, and the way she smiles, what a dream!" Chris scratched his head and looked around, "I mean-"
"I know, man, she's one hot babe! Can you believe she is actually around our age? And a teacher, now that's sexy!" Jason laughed, and punched Chris in the shoulder, "What do you guys think about her?"
Seamus smiled a little and blushed, "Well, to tell the truth, I agree with both of you, I wonder if she has a boyfriend?"
Ron shrugged, "I dunno, I bet she does though, I mean how can she not have one? What with her being so pretty and all."
Harry smiled, and looked up at the darkening sky, "I am not sure you guys, but I think that she might have something more than a boyfriend."
All heads turned looking sharply at Harry, "What?" Ron asked, "More than a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, you know, like a lover or something, maybe he's gone or-"
Harry stared into the darkness, and Jason swung his arm over Harry's shoulder, "Naw, she's to young for that!"
Harry laughed, "I guess you're right, maybe I am just imagining things."
"Sure are mate, now last one to the castle is a rotten egg!" Chris shouted as he sprinted off towards the castle, followed by the other boys.
All five boys raced towards the castle, the wind blowing their hair and nipping their faces.
As they reached the castle, Harry caught sight of something along the edge of the forest, a large black wolf with shinning blue eyes. It made eye contact with Harry, and nodded its head slightly, then disappeared back into the forest.
When they reached Gryffindor tower, Chris and Jason made their ways up to their dorms, and Seamus went to his, leaving Ron and Harry alone in the common room. They sat down at the fire, and Harry was just about to tell Ron about the wolf he just had seen, went Hermione came down the girl's stairs and caught sight of Ron and Harry, "Oh you guys, I am sorry for acting the way I did, I guess I really am a little jealous of Sara, I mean, I really love being smart, but I know that there is no way I can teach at this age, if I ever did want to teach, I'd have to get out of school, and become a qualified witch."
Harry and Ron starred at her, "Are you feeling alright?" Ron asked her, as he moved over on the couch so she could sit.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Hermione asked.
"Oh nothing," Ron said, turning a slight hit of red in his ears.
Hermione smiled, "But the thing is, you guys are my friends, and I think that that is all that matters."
Ron smiled, and stretched, placing his arm over Hermione's shoulder, and to Harry's surprise, Hermione leaned into his arm.
Ron stared at Harry for a moment, then relaxed, and began to talk, "So Harry, you were about to say-"
"Ah, yes, you both remember that wolf that Sara was fixing up, right?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"Yes," both replied.
"Well, I saw it as we were walking back up to the castle." Harry's voice now was barely a whisper.
"Harry, are you sure it was that one?" Hermione asked, sitting up straight.
"Yes, positive, it had the same bright blue-gray eyes, the same eyes…" Harry stopped mid-sentence, "the same eyes as that silver-gray Magusapian we saw earlier today.
"Harry, you don't think that, well, that it is a Magusapian as well?" Ron asked quickly.
"I am not sure, oh well, let's just get to bed." Harry gave a fake yawn, and made his way up to the boy's dorm, and climbed into his four-poster bed.
That night as he slept the black wolf invaded his dreams. Harry was running down to the Quidditch Pitch when all of a sudden the black wolf jumped out in front of him, and began to growl softly. Harry turned to run, but his legs would not allow him to move, and the wolf just circled him, moving closer. Harry reached for his wand, but couldn't find it. Suddenly the wolf was right in front of him, its blue-gray eyes shinning against its black fur.
"Go away," Harry barked at the wolf.
"No, if I leave, you'll be a target for them" The wolf growled to Harry, "You'd be in more danger than you already are." The creature's voice sounded familiar.
"Already am? Them? What?" Harry stammered, "What are you talking about?"
"Harry listen to me, please, it's for your own good," The wolf's eyes were now glowing, "trust me."
"Who are you?" Harry asked, his heart skipping beats.
Suddenly the creature had a faint blue glow around it, and its body began to loose hair. The figure straightened up, and Harry could just barely make out the figure's black cloak and long black hair.
Harry reached for the figure.
But before he could, he woke up, burning in a feverish sweat.
Harry sat up and looked around the room, was the dream he's just had real? Could that wolf be Sirius? Was Sirius still alive?
To be continued. . .
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