Hello all my lovely people! Okay, okay I know I haven't updated in forever and I'm really really sorry! I've had lotsa company and I have more coming this weekend! Thanks to my reviewer, stevesmith. Alright here's a post. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY POTTER AND JO ROWLING!

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Disclaimer: Do I look like JK Rowling to you?

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The next morning Harry was the first one up again and he went downstairs to get something to eat. A ruffled, confused, lost looking owl outside of the window caught Harry's eye. He went over to the window and let it in. A tight scroll was clamped shut in its beak. Harry almost had to fight it to get it out of its beak. The rumpled lettered spelled his name in a nice scrawl and it seemed familiar. He opened the letter; the lettering was almost the same as something he had read recently. It was asking him to tryout for the Cannons! What was the chance that there's only seven people allowed on a Quidditch team and two of them are the best of friends? Well, they hadn't been chosen for the team yet, just asked to tryout. Harry ran up to Ron's bedroom and tore open the door.

"Ron! Ron! Wake up! I got a invitation to tryout!" he shouted out.

"Huh…?" Ron groaned.

"I was asked to tryout!" Harry yelled again. Ron sat straight up.

"Are you serious? Really? That would be brilliant if we both got on the team!" he exclaimed as they celebrated. Ginny and Hermione came in, being woken from the racket.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny! I was asked to tryout!" he exclaimed for the third time that morning, but Harry liked to say it out loud.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny yelled and threw her arms around Harry and kissed him while Ron and Hermione still celebrated. Wouldn't that be amazing two best famous friends (Ron had been more recognized as a hero along with Harry after the war instead of a sidekick), made it on the same Quidditch team?

The tryouts were only a week away and Harry and Ginny's birthdays were quickly approaching after that. Harry had practiced with Ron almost everyday and after that Ron would help Harry train a little bit more for the tryouts. Both of them had been completely exhausted. Ginny made Harry and Ron sleep in the day before but Ron protested.

"Ginny, we need to practice! It's the day before tryouts! How do you expect us to do well if we don't practice!" he exclaimed.

"You won't even be able to lift your leg over your broom if you don't get any rest!" Ginny cried back. Ron went back to sleep (not without a good fight), but Harry on the other hand was glad for day of rest. He had worked until he felt he would drop over dead at any moment. At about 11:30 a.m. Harry and Ron gotten up and Hermione and Ginny brought a late breakfast-in-bed and Ginny took the meal to Harry and Hermione took her tray to Ron. They had made up but they still weren't the best of buddy's. Hermione pursed her lips in concentration, making sure she didn't spill any thing.

"Thanks," Ron mumbled as he started to slurp some of his fried eggs down.

"Your welcome," Hermione flatly said.

At last the day of the tryouts had come.

"Ron! Get yourself up now! You're going to be late if you don't hurry!" Ginny called up the stairs to her brother. Ron got up, looking groggy but looked more fully awake after a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice. Harry and Ron grabbed their brooms and Hermione and Ginny grabbed their cloaks. Soon they had Apparated to the Quidditch pitch that was set up for tryouts. Ginny and Hermione separated from Harry and Ron who filed into the locker room where they were told to wait. There were a variety of different players. Ron was going on about how cool it was to be in the Cannon's locker room and how it was chance of a lifetime, but Harry could tell he was nervous. His ears were at an all-time record red and his hands trembled. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he pulled at the collar of his shirt.

"Wow, there's a lot of people here, I wonder how many positions they need," Harry wondered aloud.

"I read in the Prophet last season, that the whole team decided to retire, well after so many losses they just got tired of it and hoped that if there were newer faces on the team they would do better." Ron informed him.

"The whole team!" Harry asked astounded.

"Yep, the team manager had to appoint a new team captain before they started tryouts," Ron replied.

They stood around the edge of the locker room and when Ron finished talking about what it would be like to be on the team, two other people who were trying out for the team came over. Both only just came to about Harry's shoulder, didn't look a day over fifteen, and extremely skinny.

"Hi!" one of them said excitedly. His stomach twisted horribly, they almost reminded him of Collin and Denis Creevey, and felt terrible for Denis because of the loss of his brother in the war. You don't really know what you've got until it's gone, Harry who had found Collin extremely annoying was now missing his energetic personality and wished for one more time to hear 'Hiya Harry!' and the click and flash of a camera in his face.

"Hi…" Ron said, trying to be friendly.

"We're trying out for Keeper are you two trying out for Keeper? We're seeking out our competition!" the second one said in an almost as squeaky voice as Flitwick or maybe Harry was just imagining it, he wasn't sure.

"Er—I am," Ron said.

"Well good luck and may the better man win! We haven't found any other people trying out for Keeper yet, well see ya out on the pitch!" they cried as they walked back into the crowd of Quidditch players.

"That is seriously the only competition for Keeper?" Harry asked once the two were out of earshot. "You got this in the bag if that is the only competition," he said.

"Ok, everyone tryouts are about to begin this is the way were going to do this," a voice called from the front of the crowd. Harry couldn't get a proper look at him but could tell it was most likely to be the team captain.

"We'll do chasers first, when we're done I'll call them out and the rest of you will stay in here while we test the chasers, then we'll do beaters, seekers then keepers," he said. "Ok, chasers, follow me!" the room emptied of its Chasers leaving the rest of them to wait.

"Great, now I have the longest time for my nerves to build up so much I pass out," Ron moaned.

"Just don't worry about it," Harry said for about the five-hundredth time that day. The time seemed to go extremely fast and soon it was time for Seekers.

"Good luck," Ron said, shortly. He was a white as a ghost, which made his fiery hair seem even more red than normal.

Harry's POV

Harry made his way out to the pitch, with the others who were trying out. A few people were scattered through out the stands, friends and family of the players who were trying out.

"Ok, for seekers, we will release the snitch for each individual, the best time and technique will be the one chosen for the team," the team captain said. This was the first time Harry had seen the captain. He was a lean thin man, with frizzy brown curly hair planted on the top of his head and electric blue eyes. Names started to be called and Harry got more anxious just to get it over with. At last halfway through, his name was called and he mounted his broom and took off and turned to face where they released the balls.

"Ready? 3…2…1…GO!" he counted down. The faint glimpse of gold soared up from the ground and disappeared. Harry started to circle around the pitch as he sensed about 500 alert pairs of eyes expectantly staring up at him. He watched around the pitch, trying to block out the audience. Then he spotted the snitch near the ground after what seemed like an eternity. He dived across the field and twisted his broom so he cornered the snitch against him and the ground and he swiftly pulled back up, with the snitch in hand. The crowd cheered and landed and dismounted. Harry anxiously waited for the others to try out for seeker comparing his self to others. Soon it was over and they headed back to the locker rooms where everyone else waited, most of them for results and Ron and the other two who were waiting to try out. Ron was still ghostly pale but he was now shaking.

"Ok, keepers, out with me!" the captain called. Ron stood there and Harry had to push him to go.

"Good luck, hope you do well!" Harry said after him. Ron turned around and looked at Harry like 'Bye, nice knowing you, see you in the afterlife….' Harry waited in the locker rooms for what seemed years, with the scarce conversation around the room. Now he was feeling nervous for Ron.

Ron's POV

Ron stepped out of the locker rooms with the other two and the captain. To Ron the stands seemed packed. He tried to imagine everyone in his or her underwear, an old trick he was taught, but the only thing he got was imagining his self in underwear, which didn't help. He was the last to try out and he mounted his broom and flew to the goal posts. The chaser who was helping out flew up to the same level. Ron gulped and tightened his grip. The chaser flew around a bit then pulled their arm back and flung the Quaffle toward Ron. He flew to block it but it slipped through his hands. Ron silently cursed under his breath and encouraging cheers came from the crowd. The one he could hear above anything else was Hermione's clear, pure voice shouting, "C'mon Ron! I know you can do it!"

Suddenly Ron had a whole new energy; he felt he could take on the world. He had nine more shots left and blocked them all. Catch, throw, kick, kick, catch, throw, kick, catch, throw, kick, kick, catch, and throw. Even though, he felt good coming down and landing, he had been so nervous he hadn't paid attention to the other auditions. What if they had blocked all of them? Ron entered the locker room and walked over to Harry.

Harry's POV

At last Ron and the two other boys entered the room, Ron looked, if possible even paler.

"I know I didn't do well, I'm not on the team I know it, one of those two puny happy people got it, I just know it, I did worse than ever," he groaned.

"I'm sure you did fine, just 15 more minutes and they'll announce who's on the team," Harry said. They nervously waited until the captain came back in the room and pulled them back out to the pitch. They filed out onto the pitch where they turned to face the huge chalkboard that usually would keep score. The words of the positions appeared…

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Okay, I did the Point of View things because I didn't want anyone getting confused. Please review so I'll update more quickly!

-Kat