AN/ Thanks for the many reviews guys, I love you all! And thanks for the age clarification, (I didin't realize Alicia was older until HBP) I actually went and checked right after posting the last chapter because it was going to bother me too much if I didn't. HAHAHA, I'm OCD like that. Anyways here's a new chapter, have at it! And in answer to your questions, I do plan to carry the story until Oliver's 7th year cause I agree that it seems perverted for them to go out as a 5th and 2nd year, eww, yuck. But I think that's when the story really starts.
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MotherCrumpet
"Katie, get back up to the Common Room now!" Oliver Wood screamed at me after my try-out that afternoon.
"Ollie," I protested loudly, "I want to watch the rest of the try-outs!"
"They might as well be over, nobody showed up to try-out except for Chasers! We've been left Seeker less. I wish Kent had failed!" Oliver retorted, "And DON'T call me Ollie!"
"No, you really don't wish Kent had failed, because then, Ollie, you wouldn't be Captain!" I called over my shoulder as I walked off the pitch towards Hogwarts.
"I'm going to regret putting you on the team!" Oliver yelled at my back.
I stopped in my tracks and spun around to face him, "Just for that, Ollie, maybe I'll make sure that you do regret it!"
"Get up to the Common Room, and don't call me OLLIE!" Oliver looked like he was going to turn purple and explode.
I decided to retreat as fast as possible but not before a last, "Don't blow a gasket, Ollie," could be screamed.
"Katie!" Alicia squealed as she came to an abrupt stop beside me at dinner that night, "Ange and I both made Chaser too! We're all in!"
I hugged my best friend and we bounced around excitedly. Fred and George Weasley threw us a glance before bursting out laughing.
"You two may want to stop," Fred started.
"Yeah, I think you may be scarring the 1st years," George finished and they both snorted into their food.
Just then Oliver walked up with Angelina. He looked at us, cocked an eyebrow and chose to say nothing, which was probably a wise choice at the moment. He sat down next to my seat and started heaping food onto his plate.
"Meeting after dinner, team. We need to discuss our Seeker options," Oliver said between bites.
The entire team groaned. I sat back down and started eating my dinner. I had a feeling it was going to be a long season!
"So those are our options," Oliver finished telling us our Seeker options and surveyed the team.
"I don't want someone from another house on the team if we can help it," I said after a minute, "I think we should give it a few days, you never know who may turn out to be an amazing flyer."
"I agree with Katie, if this time next week we don't have a Seeker then we can have try-outs for people from other houses," Alicia agreed.
"I second that," Fred and George said at the same time.
"Angelina?" Oliver asked.
"I think that's a good idea. I'd rather have a Gryffindor, but if we can't find one…" Angelina trailed off.
"Then it's settled. I'll see you at practice Monday night, 6:00," Oliver went into his office and shut the door.
"How can he call practice without a full team?" George said disbelievingly.
"He's Captain, he can do whatever he wants to," I replied, sighing, "I just hope we find a Seeker soon."
Little did I know that we would find our Seeker the very next Monday and that he would be none other than…
"Harry Potter!" I exclaimed, my jaw practically on the floor, "He's a first year! And he's, well he's Harry Potter!"
"Yes, and he's our best choice Katie! Wait until practice tonight, you'll see him fly, he's amazing!" Oliver insisted.
"You're going to let him fly at practice tonight!" I shook my head like Oliver was crazy, "He's lived with a Muggle family for his whole life! He doesn't know how to play Quidditch! It'd be suicide!"
"Oh, right. I know, Harry will have practice tonight and I'll teach him the ins and outs of Quidditch. And if you so much as peek into the pitch tonight I'll have your head, Katie!" Oliver warned sternly, "He doesn't need an audience."
"Ollie, how could you suggest such a thing? Me, peek to see if Harry was any good, I'm hurt," I pretended to be offended but was really shocked to know that Oliver knew me well enough to know that I would peek.
I must be too predictable. Note to self: work on predictability.
"Oliver cancelled practice!" George cried in mock terror that night in the Common Room.
"The world is ending!" Fred cried, diving under the table, presumably to avoid falling pieces of the world.
I shook my head, "He didn't cancel practice; he just restricted it to Harry."
"Oh, then I guess maybe the world's not ending," Fred replied crawling out from under the table and standing up, "Let's go and see if Potter's any good, shall we?"
"Ollie informed me that if I so much as peek into the pitch tonight he'll have my head. I'd rather my head stay attached to my body, thank you very much!" I informed the terrible two.
"Yes, we'd rather you kept your head attached too. She's not much use if she has no head, right Fred?" George had a mischievous smile creeping across his face.
"I quite agree, George," Fred said overly politely.
I knew I was in trouble between the overly civil Weasley speech and the identical mischievous smiles on the Weasley faces.
"I'm not going to do it, whatever 'it' is," I said firmly, "What is 'it' anyway?" Me and my bloody curiosity, I thought, that's another thing to work on.
"We want you to help us with an, ah, project. This 'project' is very important seeing as how we need you to get something for us," Fred explained, making no sense whatsoever.
"What do I have to get?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Percy's Prefect badge and some lacewings, we've been banned from the Potions closet," George replied.
"What's in it for me," I whispered, damn their infernal persuasiveness.
"That's our favorite Chaser," Fred said, smiling, "In answer to your question…"
"Percy isn't your badge supposed to be silver," I asked pointing at the Prefect badge pinned to his robes.
"What in Merlin's beard?" Percy exclaimed, "Yes, Katie, it is supposed to be silver. I bet Fred and George had something to do with this."
"I can get them to reverse the spell," I said trying to be as persuasive as possible, "You'll never be able to fix it yourself, if I know Fred and George."
"Yes, I do believe you're right," Percy replied, prodding his badge and muttering spells under his breath. Giving up Percy unpinned his badge, "Here, but bring it back right away."
"Okay Percy, I'll do just that," I called over my shoulder as I walked away, paranoid that I was going fast enough to look suspicious.
I got out of the Common Room and sprinted down towards the secret alcove where I was meeting Fred and George. I was almost there when…
"Oof, Katie get off of me!" Oliver said from somewhere underneath me.
"Sorry, Ollie," I replied standing up and practically sprinting away, "No time to talk!"
I'm pretty sure I left a very confused Oliver Wood standing in the middle of the hallway staring after me.
"So, can I ask why you plowed right through me in the hallway last night?" Oliver asked he sat down beside me at breakfast the next morning.
"Uh, it's a long story," I replied sheepishly, "You probably don't want to hear it."
"Actually I would like to hear it," Oliver said giving me his I'm-the-Captain-I-deserve-to-know look.
"Um," I started but was rudely interrupted by Percy, thank God almighty!
"Katie, thank you again for making Fred and George fix my badge, I appreciate it," Percy shook my hand and walked off amid laughter from the entire student body, or so it seemed.
Oliver shook like Jell-O, he was laughing that hard. "Katie, was that what you were up to?"
"Maybe," I replied glancing over at Percy, who's Prefect badge now read 'Defect' thanks to a handy spell performed by Fred and George.
"How did he not notice?" Oliver prompted.
"Well, Fred and George charmed it so that only student's other than Percy can read that it say 'Defect'. A stroke of genius really," I replied, relieved that Oliver didn't appear to be mad.
"And you were the one to get it from him, that's a miracle Katie; I doubt anyone else could have done it." Oliver said shaking his head.
"It's one of my many gifts," I replied smiling, "What can I say, Ollie, I'm a miracle worker!"