A/N: After much plotting and research, I have come up with this new fic, and I promise that I will finish the other one. I just had too many things to do over the last school year. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

"Good practice everybody! With this kind of performance, we're sure to beat each and every single Quidditch team from here to kingdom come!" a happy Mr. Saunders reported to his team. They all grunted to him in response, their efforts of the last few hours catching up to them. "When do we get a break sir? We've been at it since last May, and the Quidditch cup is two months away. There's gotta be a break in between somewhere." A guy asked from behind the locker room.

"An excellent question Hawthorne. You see, your efforts have all been exemplary, so I deem it fitting to give you all a three-week break before you resume the final round of your practice for the Quidditch finals. We've just finished playing Ireland and France last week, and won. So consider the next three weeks as a reward for your efforts. " Mr. Saunders said, tapping his cane on the ground. The locker room burst into cheers and backslapping. But amidst all the cheer, Mr. Saunders noticed that a member of his team wasn't looking that happy.

"Potter, what's wrong? Don't you want to take a break?" he asked. Harry looked up at him, his cheeks flushing a little. "Will the Quidditch fields be opened during our break sir? I was thinking of coming then and practicing some more." He quietly answered. Mr. Saunders and the guys were not at all that surprised. Harry was the workaholic among them, coming even on Sundays and holidays to practice. He never seemed to have a life outside Quidditch, not even a girlfriend.

In fact, nothing seemed to tantalize Harry as much as it once did. About five years ago, he had broken up with his one girlfriend, because he caught her with someone else in a bar when he was out with his teammates. And instead of apologizing, she just gave him a shrug and told him that he was too calculated, too conventional. He was too boring, generally. That had knocked him down on the ground low, and he since then, he never took the time to reassess himself and make some changes. For him, it was easier to just live life the way he thought everyone else did. He was going through a crisis, and it managed to make things seem cumbersome to go through. Not even the company of his teammates made things bearable. And not even the weekly owls from Ron and Hermione could push him into changing.

"Life's just gotten to him, as usual. Come on Grandpa; there's a load of things that have been put on hold since Mr. Saunders here's been practicing us. Try living apart from the Quidditch field for once. " Hugh (the team Keeper) said, shaking his shoulders. Harry nudged him off. "No thanks Robert. I have to work on a few maneuvers anyhow." He mumbled. "Aww, come on Harry, you can't keep locking yourself away like this. Janina was a long time ago; you can't still be moping after her." Liam (one of the Beaters) said. Mr. Saunders cut in. "Ok boys, it's up to him if he wants to take a break or not. But Potter, I want to see you in my office before you leave alright?" he said.

"Yessir." Harry mumbled.

Harry knocked twice on the big teak door of Mr. Saunders' office. "Come in.," he said. Harry opened the door and stepped in. "Ah, Harry. Have a seat please, there's something I want to discuss with you." Mr. Saunders said, pointing to the chair in front of his. Harry took it, and then looked at Mr. Saunders' austere face. "It's regarding the three-week break I gave you." He said. Harry let out a breath and leaned back. This was going to get messy, he could tell.

" I noticed something about you Potter. You never were one to stop practicing until you got the maneuver right. Even if it took all night, you would still be at it. And you would also appear early for practices. You're a hardworking one Potter, and I must commend it. I rarely see someone like you on my team, and having coached for thirty years, I think I know a slacker from a hardworking person." He started. Harry smiled a little at this. As far as he could remember, Orville Saunders pushed his team as hard as he could, insulting them and challenging them to the end of their tether.

"And hardworking as you are Potter, I've also noticed that you don't seem occupied with anything else. Not with other hobbies and interests, no girlfriends, no nightlife. God Potter, when was the last time you had some real fun? It's not healthy to always be working, even if the work is fun. Too much of a good thing is bad for you." He continued. Harry opened his mouth to answer, when Mr. Saunders continued. "So before you break down or do something crazy, I order you to take a vacation. I will not open the Quidditch fields during the break, and I sincerely hope you will not try to break in. And I also want you to forget about Janina. She was five years ago, and not worth all this trouble, am I making myself clear?"

Harry nodded. "Good. And just to make sure I made a point, I'm making sure that you stay as far away from a Quidditch field as possible, the guys and I got a little something for you." Mr. Saunders said, pulling a ticket out. "We got you a round trip ticket to Italy for the next three weeks. As for accommodations, we set you up with a suite in Villa San Lorenzo, one of the five-star hotels in Italy. Hopefully, that will get you a chance to find your sense of adventure. I've heard that you were quite the troublemaker during your Hogwarts years. You leave in two days Potter, and those are nonrefundable tickets, so make sure you use them."

Harry took them and shoved them in his backpack. Mr. Saunders was right; he did work too hard. And besides, when was the last time he took a real vacation?

"I'll see you in three weeks sir. Say thanks to the guys for me." He said, standing up and walking out the door.