It had been a long first week for Jack, what with keeping Harry clear of Lockhart who brought upon himself to try and give the boy tips on how to survive life when he gets older and super famous.

Things like 'Keep a pile of signed photos on standby', and 'Don't do anything too extreme yet or you might kill yourself', and 'The perfect way to smile'.

Annie luckily wasn't one of the girls who was swooning over this idiot, no she was trying to spend time with Elisa, so Jack promised that on Saturday they would go find her and spend the day with her.

His plans were ruined however when come Saturday morning, several hours before he would have liked, he was woken up to Baby Tooth's war cries and the voice of Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain trying to fend her off.

Groaning Jack sat up and with his eyes closed reached out and carefully grabbed Baby by her wings.

"Wassamatter?" Harry's voice called groggily from his bed next to Jacks.

"Quidditch practice" Wood said "Come on!"

Harry looked out the window.

"Oliver" he croaked "It's the crack of dawn..."

"Yeah and I had plans to spend this morning with Elisa and Annie," Jack said yawning.

"Well you can spend the afternoon with them instead," Wood said to Jack then turned to Harry "And that's the point. It's part of our new training program. Come on, grab your brooms and lets go. None of the other teams have even started training yet, we'll be first off the mark this year..."

With that he left to go get the other members of the team.

"You hear about this 'New training program' thing?" Jack asked yawning and looking in his trunk for his Quidditch robes and blue hoodie.

"Nope, you?" Harry said scribbling a note to Ron before getting dressed himself.

"Nope."

Once Jack was done he wrote a couple of notes too and asked Baby to take one to Annie and one to Elisa to let him know where he was.

Saluting Baby took them and flew off.

After getting dressed they headed down the stairs both still half asleep.

They had just reached the portrait hole, when there was a clatter behind them coming from both staircases and down came Colin Creevey, camera swinging around his neck, and Annie Dale, her hair looking as if a bird had made a nest of it and was living there.

"I heard someone call your name on the stairs Harry," Colin said smiling "Mind if I come along too to get some photos to send to my parents?"

"I guess," Harry said seeing it would be simpler to bring him then push him away.

While Harry was talking to Colin, Jack was helping Annie with her hair.

"Don't want anyone but your friends seeing you like this do we?" he asked making a hairbrush out of ice and running it through the girls hair.

"I would have more time to do it on my own if you hadn't changed the plans." Annie said pouting like a five year old.

"Ok first it was Oliver Wood that changed the plan, not me" he said calmly "Second it didn't mean you had to get up now, it just meant we couldn't meet up with Elisa as early as we wanted."

With Annie still pouting, the four of them made it down to the Quidditch pitch listening to Colin's questions about the magical sport.

Just as they were heading out through the front doors, they met up with Elisa and Baby Tooth.

"Before you say anything," Jack cut her off "This is Oliver Wood's idea not ours."

"Actually what I was going to say was 'I got you all some toast'," Elisa said each giving them a slice each then headed out the door with the others following.

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When they made it to the pitch, Colin, Annie and Elisa headed for the stands and Jack and Harry went into the changing rooms.

"There you two are, what kept you?" Oliver said as they walked in, joining the rest of the team.

Fred and George Weasley, Katie Belle, and Angelina Johnson, all look just as if not more tired as Jack and Harry felt.

The only one who seemed to want to be were was Wood who began trying to motivate them about how great they were last year, and then started showing them three boards of his new strategy plan.

As he about to reveal a fourth board, Jack decided he had enough and shot an ice place at it knocking it over.

"Frost why in the world did you do that?" Wood asked making everyone wake up a little.

"Oh I don't know," Jack said from his seat "Maybe, Oliver, it was because it's too early for this. Or the fact that Quidditch is best taught on a broom and not paper. Either way you woke us all up at 5 oclock in the morning, and these board were sending us back to sleep."

There were a few nods and yawns from the other players to make a point.

"Guys, we need to learn these strategy plans if we are to keep a hold of the cup this year.

"Then why can't we learn them back up at the castle," Fred asked a little grumpy "You know where it's warm, and comfy."

"Yeah and why couldn't it have been taught to us last night when we were actually awake?" George continued.

"Besides," Jack said leaning against his broom "This isn't war, Oliver. All we need is to have fun and to be better than the other team. If you make us strategize like this, and pile the pressure up on us we'll 73% more likely to get worse rather than better. The point of any game is to have fun."

"Yeah in the Muggle world there's a saying on that," Harry added in clearing his throat "'It doesn't matter if you win or lose. It's how you play the game.'"

"So," Jack, picking up his Snow Flurry 68 broom said, taking charge since Oliver was too stunned about the fact that his team were rebelling against him "Let's get out there and have a fun practice." with that they left and walked onto the pitch.

Up in the stands Jack spotted Ron and Hermione had joined the others.

"Haven't you finished yet?" Ron called down.

"Haven't even started." Harry called up to answer him.

Smiling, Jack got on his broom and kicked off loving the feeling of his best friend, the wind, in his face once again.

As he and the other Chasers were playing 'Hot-Potato' with the quaffle and zooming up and down the pitch, Fred, George, Harry and Wood were playing the part of the opposite team's Chasers and Keeper.

For the first few minutes everything was fine and happy, and then that moment ended when Jack looked down and saw seven people wearing green Quidditch robes coming towards the pitch.

Calling for time-out, he pointed this out, and Oliver was livid.

"I don't believe this. I booked the pitch for today!" he said zooming down to the ground, everyone following.

"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Slytherin captain "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

But Marcus Flint just smirked and said "Plenty of room for all of us Wood. Besides from what we saw coming here, it didn't look like much of a practice."

"But I booked the pitch!" Wood repeated "I booked it!"

"Ah, but I have a specially signed note from Professor Snape." Flint said handing it over to let Oliver read it.

"'I Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch pitch, owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'" Wood read out.

"It's a fake!" Jack called from his place in line on the Gryffindor side.

"What are you talking about Jack?" Wood asked handing the note over to him.

"Well for starters, apparently Snape is so proud of his name he always uses it in notes, never just 'S'." Jack said pointing this out and read on, as their friends came onto the pitch to see what was happening.

"Second, If this was real I would have thought Snape would place the date and time on here. And oh look neither have come up.

And finally, Teachers always sign their notes so other teachers and student know their real and, oh look again, no signature."

With that he gave the note to Hermione asking if she could do a charm to see if this was real.

After a minute, it was revealed that the note was indeed a fake.

"Gah Fine!" Flint said annoyed "But we still have a Seeker to train, and you were just playing around. So we need this pitch more than you."

All eyes turned to Malfoy who looked smug in his new Slytherin Quidditch robes, and showing off his broom.

"How about this then," Jack carried on cutting the others off "We do a test to see who get the most golf balls, Harry or Malfoy. The one who wins get to stay with his team on the pitch and the others leave. Deal?" he asked holding out his hand.

"Deal," Flint said grinning.

"Jack what do you think you're doing?" Elisa asked once they let go and went back to their teams.

"Trust me Snowflake, I know what I'm doing," Jack said before turning to Harry "You up for this?"

"If it means making them leave then yeah," Harry said getting onto his broom and kicking off.

"Ok it's 20 golf balls each," Jack said coming back from the shed with the bag and a pen and a pad of paper to keep score.

"Katie Belle you will through them for Malfoy to catch," he continued giving 20 balls to her. "And... Big nose, you throw them for Harry." he said giving the other 20 to a Slytherin Beater. "Harry's first."

Everyone went back into the stands and signalled to this test to start.

In the end, Harry won catching all the balls thrown at him, even the tricky ones, and Malfoy didn't even get half.

"Wow, you really DO need the pitch to train him don't you Flint" Wood asked now seeing what Jack was up to.

"How'd a guy like that get onto a team as Seeker?" Ron asked after a fit of laughter.

"Probably because he bought his way onto it, check out their brooms," Jack said nodding to the seven brooms.

"Those are Nimbus 2001's" Ron said eyes wide "How did they get those?"

"Weren't you listening Ron?" Elisa said trying to be a neutral party here and not laugh at the Slytherin's or cheer on the Gryffindor's. "Malfoy's father most likely bought them so they would let him on the team."

"Well at least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." Hermione said as they came down to meet Harry. "They got in by pure talent."

"No one asked your opinion," Malfoy called over to them "You filthy little Mudbloods!"

At this there was uproar as everyone born into wizarding family's on Gryffindor tried to attack Malfoy, and those who weren't tried to understand what it meant.

Jack getting the jest of what it meant by how everyone was behaving, used his ice powers to attack Malfoy buy slowly turning him into a statue starting with his feet and moving up his legs.

"I'd take that back if I were you..." he said a dark look in his eye.

"And why... Would I do that..." Malfoy asked shivering a little.

"Never were all that bright were you..." Jack said making the ice go higher and be colder, pausing as it was just under where Malfoy's heart was meant to be.

"Jack stop. Let's just go." Elisa said placing a hand on Jack's shoulder snapping him out of this.

The ice-trail evaporated and the clouds and blustery wind cleared, but Malfoy was still half frozen, to which no one on the Gryffindor side or Elisa cared about.

"Ok." Jack said nodding and turning to leave, not believing what he nearly almost did, even if that Snake did deserve it.