Discalimer: I own nothing except some characters and the plot. J.K. Rowling owns everything else.
Author's Note: Ugh, sorry it took so long. Winter Break got me excited.
Chapter Three- Quidditch Tryouts
The first week of school went by slowly for Harry. Homework was being piled up to dangerous levels. He was starting to think that this year was going to be extremely difficult, even though N.E.W.T.s, or Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, weren't until next year.
But Saturday finally came with much excitement. The Gryffindor Quidditch Team tryouts were today.
Waking up to see Rons' face an inch away from his own startled Harry. Recovering, he hit Ron with a pillow.
"What do you want?" He asked irritably.
"I was just waiting for you to get up." Ron replied, removing the pillow from his face. "I was wondering if you wanted to, you know; go down to the field to get warmed up, for try-outs."
"You're already on the team, you idiot." Harry snapped at Ron, annoyed that Ron woke him for nothing.
"Really?"
"Really, really." Harry said, rolling over on the bed, attempting to go back to sleep.
Ron sighed in relief. "Might as well go down to breakfast, shouldn't we?
"Might as well." Harry said, abandoning his attempt to fall back to his dreams. He pulled on his clothes and walked down to the Great Hall with Ron.
After shoveling down some food, Harry called the remains of the original team, in this case, just Ron and Katie, forward to go down to the pitch.
Arriving there, he found the stands filled with Gryffindors, most of them had only come to watch. People from other houses were there, too. A gang of Slytherins catcalled as Harry passed.
"Still have Weasley, Potter?" Draco Malfoy called. "We might need to think of some more verses to 'Weasley Is Our King', won't we? Maybe we should add the overweight whale he calls a mother in it, shouldn't we?"
It took almost all of Harry's and Katie's strength to hold Ron back. It took a lot more strength to keep himself from going at the Malfoy himself.
With Ron still muttering nasty words under his breath, Harry called the Gryffindor's trying out forward.
Looking at the crowd ahead of him, Harry sighed. It was going to be a long day.
A few hours later, Harry's body was aching from the bruises he had received from an endless number of Bludger attacks. But looking at his newly formed team, Harry knew it was worth it. Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas had filled the vacant Chaser spots. The new Beater's were Victor Fleming and Walter Punning. Neither, of them were Fred or George, but they came close.
"Next Practice is Wednesday, 7:00 sharp, don't forget." He said beaming at them. They smiled back and started to talk amongst each other.
Harry left the Quidditch pitch to go off lunch, feeling exceptionally good about himself.
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