Quidditch Solves all Problems

A/N: In the sixth book, Harry get's such an ego. He practically ditches all his friends because he doesn't want them to get hurt. What an ass. .

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Revised Edition:

It has been four years since Harry Potter left Hogwarts after his sixth year. After Dumbledore died, Harry sought to make himself stronger by training as an auror while searching for the horcruxes. After becoming an auror, he was forced to leave his friends behind, which he didn't mind since he thought they were safer away from him. Instead of staying an auror though, Harry went on to search and destroy the horcruxes, and after doing so, searched for and killed voldemort in an epic fight that there are many books on today. The battle scarred him for life however. From that fight on, Harry drank to drive away the memories.

It's four years later and Harry's life is upside-down. Harry's money has bought him a house, but it has also bought him an alcohol-filled depression. Harry's life will begin to look up again though. Many things can happen in just a few days, and even more things can happen over a year. This, Harry knows all too well.

Harry sat on a chintz chair in front of his fireplace drinking Fire Whiskey reminiscing on all the hell he had been through in his life so far. He had always pictured himself living happily with as many people as he could, and bringing others joy. But all he brought was death "No one should get close to me if they don't want to feel the wrath of Lord Voldemort" he said in a drunken stupor and hiccoughed. He then heard a knock at his door. In his drunkenness, he thought it was Lord Voldemort, and ironically got sobered up out of fear. Soon realizing this, he answered the door to a person who he recognized but couldn't put a name on. He could at least tell that this person was a bit chubby and put no effort into looking like a muggle.

"Hell-oh! Er…hi Harry. It's me… Ludo Bagman. And I can see that you're still…." He said and looked Harry up and down "well" and weakly smiled

Harry rubbed his reddened and baggy eyes "What can I do for you Mr. Bagman?" Harry asked

"Well it's really a matter of what I can do for you Mr. Potter. You see, I've been tracking you down ever since you killed you-know-who. After all…Being the head of the Department for Magical Games, it is my job to scout out good players, and I remember back in your fourth year with that Hungarian Horntail that you-" he said and and paused "I'm sorry. I'm rambling Anyway, my point is…I'd like to sign you onto the national English Team"

Harry was dumbfounded. His mouth was basically a gaping hole. "Could you perhaps…give me a day…to think about it? He asked slowly, taking this all in.

Ludo Bagman took this question a bit pessimistically, and frowned "very-very well then. I'll be back tomorrow at the same time and I expect an answer. After all…the official team list gets released in two weeks." Mr. Bagman said and dissapperated away. Harry went back into his mansion and back to his chintz chair and stared at his bottle of fire whiskey with disgust. He poured that single bottle down the drain of his sink but didn't bother pouring down all his bottles.

Later that day, Harry went to a WAAA (Wizarding alcohol abusers anonymous) meeting where he learned how to cope with his alcohol abusing, and lower the number of times he drank alcohol. All this in his first meeting too. After all, Harry was serious about stopping his abuse of alcohol. However, he would attend more meetings. He wasn't completely cured of his abuse though.

One of the lessons that he learned in the WAAA meeting was that companionship was necessary for drinking to stop. They were suppost to get a house elf to keep them company. Harry was glad Kreature had died of old age one year ago when he heard this. He then made plans to go to the control of magical creatures department of the ministry of magic tomorrow. Another lesson was that one drank less when the outside of their house showed more life. They were required to also hire a gardener/herbologist. Since Mr. Bagman worked at the Ministry of magic, he would ask him if he knew any gardeners/herbologists tomorrow.

Harry returned home after the meeting, and drank what he hoped would be his last bottle of alcohol on a non-special occasion. He then went to sleep hoping he would be able to turn his life around.