Sport is a very important subject at school, that's why I gave Quidditch such an important place at Hogwarts. I was very bad in sports, so I gave Harry a talent I would really loved to have. Who wouldn't want to fly? - JK Rowling

A/N I DO NOT AGREE WITH HER (recent transphobic statements not quidditch lmfao)! I AM SIMPLY USING HER CHARACTERS AND A QUOTE I THOUGHT FITTING, since whether WE like it or not she did create the hp universe (albeit most of the times i DO prefer fanon).

21 September 1991

Alexandra would be lying if she said she wasn't most excited for flying lessons. There was only so much flying one could do alone on the courts with a training broom. She always admired the quidditch teams, flying ever so effortlessly.

She didn't know what she wanted to be yet, but a quidditch player didn't sound like a bad idea.

Besides Draco, if he ever managed to get out of working a ministry job, wanted to be a player too.

She had managed to get the broom in hand easily, one of the only girls to do so, and was laughing at Hermione struggling.

"Up, I SAID UP."

"Something not working Granger?"

"Shut up Alexandra."

Hermione looked around, and hoping noone saw her, repeated the word up once more before simply bending and picking the broom up.

"I saw that," mocked Alex in a singing voice.

"Saw what?" asked Ron who was standing beside Alexandra, broom also in hand.

"Nothing," Hermione answered, shooting a warning glare towards the red haired girl.

'Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground hard,' said Madam Hooch 'Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly On my whistle – three – two –'

Alex mounted her broom, but before madam Hooch had gotten to one, Neville Longbottom (the poor lad from potions) had managed to ascend.

Frankly, he look like he was about to wet himself. Somehow, he managed to slip off his broom and had a rather nasty fall indeed.

One sickening crack later, the boy had a broken wrist.

'Perhaps he left his brains with his toad,' thought Alexandra, rolling her eyes as Madam Hooch went to leave him in the hospital wing.

'Did you see his face, the lump?' started Draco.

The other Slytherins joined in, laughing. Honestly, Alexandra couldn't blame them, wasn't the boy supposed to have been born with a broom in hand? What was his grandmother teaching him, she wondered.

"Shut up, Malfoy." snapped Parvati Patil, one of her dormmates.

Alexandra just stayed silent.

Draco ran and grabbed Neville's remembrall, it must have fallen out of his robes.

Why was Draco behaving so ridiculously again?

Then, of course, Harry had to get involved, which meant Alex had to get involved. Didn't he know that this was between Draco and Neville.

Sigh.

Why were boys so stupid?

"Madam Hooch told us to stay on the ground." yelled Hermione at Alex who had mounted her broom.

"Madam Hooch, also told us to behave, it's one or the other, bookworm." Alexandra snarked back.

Harry started chasing after Draco, and Draco, believing Alex to be on his side, threw the remembrall towards her.

A throw, that Harry managed to miraculously intercept.

Before promptly falling off his broom and onto Alex's.

She yelped and slowly pulled him onto the seat, putting them both on the ground safely.

It was ridiculous, by the end of the day, Harry was the new Gryffindor seeker.

Honestly, all he'd done was catch a remembrall. Albeit, even Alex had to admit, he was a natural at flying, for someone who had grown up with muggles. You'd just have to take one look at Hermione to see how difficult it was for muggleborns to grasp flying. Or maybe there was something to the nerd stereotype... just kidding.

Due to his newfound house popularity, she hadn't managed to see him since he fell onto her broom.

Apparently, Harry was getting briefed by the quidditch captain, 5th year, Oliver Wood. He liked her well enough, perhaps she could pay him a visit. After all, she did help him by stealing the potions notes off Professor Snape's desk, only reason he passed 3rd year. Barely.

Speak of the devil, Harry was jogging up to her, wide grin plastered on his face.

"I got made seeker!"

"Harry, I don't think there's anyone that doesn't know," laughed Alex, pulling Harry along as she dragged him to the trophy case.

"Seems you take after dad, all brawn no brain." she snorted, it was a brilliant joke, even if Harry didn't get it.

"He was a chaser..." Harry whispered in awe.

"Merlin's sake, you didn't even know quidditch existed until this morning, get a grip." Alex laughed.

"HE WAS A CHASER!?" yelled Harry excitedly, bobbing up and down with excitement.

"Harry, quieten dow-"

"Mr. Potter, why must you endeavour to deafen us this evening?" drawled Snape.

"Apologies sir, we weren't aware we were disturbing anyone." Alexandra said politely.

"10 points from Gryffindor." said Snape before turning on his heel.

"10 points..." they whispered quietly.

"Harry, you've got to catch the snitch," declared Alex finally. "When do the matches start?"

"Quidditch season's in two weeks, we have our first match against Slytherin-"

"Oh merlin, against Slytherin?"

Harry wondered how she had ever wanted to be in Slytherin if she was so blatantly against their quidditch team.

"You're gonna have to get good. Fast." finished Alex, walking in the opposite direction, "Come on, we're gonna watch some matches, I don't trust you understand the enormity of the situation."

"Con-" started Fred.

"-gratulations!"

George flung an arm around the first-year and started to talk to him about the various unfortunate injuries that were quidditch-related.

Alex, fearing Harry would lose his enthusiasm for the sport, whipped out her wand.

"Levicorpus." she said, pointing her wand at the three of them.

Her aim must have been off, because along with the twins, Harry too was lifted. Alex sighed and levitated the boy over her head, across the corridor as she raced to Gryffindor tower.

She needed to get that poster.

She just hoped she didn't drop him on the way there.