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Chapter 7

Harry and Draco were in the common room studying together. Ron was challenging Dean at Wizard chess; as expected Dean was losing terribly. Hermione was also studying and Neville was reading by the fire. Lavender and Fay were looking at a photo album and Seamus was organising his Chocolate frog cards.

Seamus had the most cards after Draco and the two had traded duplicate cards that morning. They had even shared some of the really common ones with Harry, Dean and Hermione so that they could start their own collections.

That evening one of the older prefects came in with a poster that she placed up on the board by the fireplace.

"First years?" She spoke and everyone shushed before falling silent. "Flying classes are on Thursday during last period." There was a collective cheer. The girl held her breath and spoke again. "However, you will be sharing your slot with Slytherin house." There was a collective first year groan and the prefect made a strategic duck for her dormitory.

"Well that's just great. Ruining the joy of flying by having to share with those Pricks." Draco complained, flipping his page over violently.

"Hey, we can just use it as a chance to prove how much better we are than them, can't we?" Harry nudged his friend.

Draco nodded and looked down at his paper. "Hey Ron!" He called. "Are you actually going to come and do your homework or not?"

"It doesn't have to be in until Friday."

"Ron it's not best to piss of Professor Snape."

"Just because you and Harry are his favourites doesn't mean you have to suck up to him."

There was a lulling silence as a few in the common room began digesting this piece of information.

"Did you just say that Snape's favourites are in Gryffindor?" Fred leaned down beside Harry. He looked at the two boys if trying to work them out.

Dean nodded. "Yeah you should have seen it. Harry got twelve points and a smile. Draco got two. He even defended them against Zabine."

"He defended you two against a Slytherin." Fred asked.

"Yeah, he threatened him with detention."

"What happened?" Most of the room was listening. "Snape hates Gryffindor's more than anything else in the world."

"Umm." Harry began seeing everyone staring at him. "Well, Zabine was calling Draco a blood traitor and they began to fight. I cut in so it didn't get to violent; I didn't want Snape expelling us for fighting during our first lesson with him. He called my mother a-" Harry swallowed. "Zabine called my mother a Mudblood, when the professor came in and flipped. He looked like he wanted to roast Zabine where he stood."

"Woah. So what does that mean?"

"Hell if I know but I damn well don't want to ruin it."

"Damn that sucks." George complained leaning on his brother's shoulder. "We could have used some help with Snape."

"You've lasted this long." Harry smiled.

Fourth period was at half past three in the afternoon. The Gryffindor's were hurrying down towards the broom shed; Hermione and Neville were trailing behind.

Harry stood between Draco and Ron. The Slytherins and the Gryffindors stood in lines opposite each other.

Blaise and Theo Nott had used the opportunity to taunt Draco and his new -better- friends before Madam Hooch arrived. It had almost erupted in a fight, but the instructor arrived just in time.

Harry smiled at Draco and shouted his broom up. It felt as natural to him as breathing; this was instinct. This was what he thought as he hovered above the ground.

Suddenly Neville started flying up into the air and Harry's memory's crashed down on him. Harry couldn't do anything as Neville crashed to the ground.

"Right, no one moves whilst I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing. Not a broom off the ground."

Harry looked after his friend with pity.

"Hey, Neville dropped this." Draco lifted Neville's Rememberall from the ground. "He's lucky it didn't brake these are pricy." If Draco was saying that; the useless item was probably very rare and valuable.

"I'll be taking that." Theo took the ball from Draco.

"Hey, give it back Nott!" Draco reached for the ball.

"Of course, since you asked so nicely." Theo tossed the Ball to Blaise.

"Nice, Thanks, I think I might keep this, Nott." Blaise tossed it and caught it again.

"Give it here." Harry demanded.

"Maybe you should come and get it." Blaise got onto his broom and began hovering about ten feet in the air.

"Harry, don't." Draco pulled on Harrys sleeve.

Harry shook him off and followed Blaise into the air. The two boys started sailing higher and higher. "It's just you and me up here you know."

Blaise looked down at everyone shouting at them. "I see it is." Blaise gave a sharp smile. "I guess we should go down then." Harry was very confused. "Let's see how fast you Blood traitors can fly." Blaise tossed the ball forward and Harry darted after it.

The broom moved perfectly and Harry moved in a sharp ark to grab the Remeberall and then sweep up so that he didn't crash into the ground.

"HARRY POTTER."

Harry went to open his mouth to object but the look on the professor's face made him hold his tongue.

"I have never seen such recklessness." Professor McGonagall looked very red. "Even your father- you could have broken your neck!"

"I'm sorry Professor." Harry apologised.

"It wasn't his fault, Professor!"

"Not now Malfoy."

"But Professor, Nott-"

"Mister Weasley." The Professor sighed and levitated the brooms over to stand by the wall. "Harry follow me, never in all my years." She sighed.

Harry was as nervous as ever but followed McGonagall in the same path as his vague memories. Harry slumped in relief as the professor nocked on Professor Flitwicks class room and asked for Oliver Wood.

Wood came out looking very confused but followed when he was told. The passed a few corridors to a class room. The Professor shooed Peeves and turned to look at both boys; her stern look had faded slightly.

"Harry, this is Oliver Wood." The Professor introduced the two boys. "Wood, I've found you your seeker."

Woods face lit up as if all his dreams had come true at once. "Are you serious professor?"

"He's a natural." She shook his head. "Gets it from his father I'll bet. Was that your first time on a broom Harry?"

"Yes Ma'am. My Gran wouldn't let me try one."

"Oh my." The professor was smiling now. "Wood he caught this." The professor handed Wood the Rememberall. "After a sixty foot dive. Full curve, landed without a bump or scratch. That stunt would have killed Charlie Weasley." The professor then looked a little pail.

"No." Wood looked at Harry as if he was some sort of God. "Really that good."

"Yes." She nodded.

"He is built like a seeker." Wood commented. "He'd need a light broom though. Nimbus or a Cleansweep."

"I'll speak to professor Dumbledore and bend the first year rule." She sighed and began muttering annoyed to herself about the Slytherin team.

"Professor are you saying I'm going to be on the house team?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "I want to hear you've been training hard; I don't want to change my mind about punishing you."

"Oh thank you, professor." Harry grinned. "I will I promise. Should I get myself a broom?"

"That would be a good idea." The Professor smiled and made for the door.

"Oh, Oliver? Can I have the Rememberall back? I need to give it back to Neville. He dropped it when he fell.

"Here." Wood passed the ball over and Harry pocketed it.

"Well, Mr Evans, I'll leave you to Wood for now." She left the two boys alone.

"Right, have you ever seen a Quidditch game Harry?"

"Yes sir."

"That would be Captain."

"Right, so what kind of broom do you suggest I get?" Harry asked the professional.

"Give me an idea of your budget."

"Is that my trust fund?" Wood nodded slowly; looking a little confused. "Two million Galleons." Oliver Wood's eyes turned to saucers as he tried to determine if Harry was joking or not. "It seems the whole Potter fortune has been left to me."

"I see. Then I would say a Nimbus Two thousand. Though to be honest for that sort of money you could get one custom made." Wood looked a little faint.

"I'll stick for store brought." Harry thought. "So do I just send an owl to the shop?"

"That would be it." Wood smiled down at the boy. "You better be as good as the professor says. We really need a win."

"I'll be even better- I promise."

"Practice starts next week. See you on the pitch Evans."

Harry walked happily back to his common room with Oliver Wood. Oliver decided that the muggle raised boy needed to be filled in on everything Quidditch.

Harry listened attentively but knew everything all ready. Oliver Wood would marry Quidditch if it was legal or even just remotely possible. Mr Oliver Quidditch.

"You've got all that Harry?"

"Yes." Harry smiled. "I got it all. But I do have a question?"

"Go on."

"Are you sure having Fred and George on the team is safe?" Oliver laughed so hard there were tears in his eyes.

"Nice one, Harry."

Harry nodded as they entered the common room. All of his friends were standing together looking worried. "Can I tell them?" Harry asked Oliver.

"Sure but don't let them tell any of the other houses. Let's keep you as our secret weapon."

"Okay." Harry grinned and hurried over to his friends. "Hey guys."

"Harry are you okay, did McGonagall give you detention?" Ron asked.

"Have you been Expelled?" Hermione asked.

"Did you tell her what happened?" Draco asked. "We can speak to the head master."

"I'm fine guys."

"Well what did she do?"

"She gave me compulsory Quidditch practice."

"What?" Hermione frowned.

"I'm the Gryffindor seeker." Harry said proudly.

"No way!" Draco and Ron clapped him on the back. "Well done mate. That's amazing."

Ron grinned slyly. "Just wait until we tell Nott and Zabine, they'll shit a brick."

"We can't tell them."

"Why?"

"It's going to be a surprise at our first match. Imagine their faces when I come out on my broom." Even Hermione gave a slightly evil grin. "Speaking of which I need to order my broom."

Harry answered questions as he penned down a notice to Nimbus.

'Dear Nimbus Broom Company.

My name is Harry James Evens-Potter, I have recently gotten a place in my Hogwarts House Quidditch team and wish to purchase a Nimbus 2000 broom from you. You shall find the required galleons enclosed. Would you mind sending this broom to my house captain Mr Oliver Wood?

Furthermore, I would like to purchases a Red Nimbus Astro to be delivered to the same person on October 2nd. This money is also enclosed.

Thank you very much.

Yours H.J. Evens-Potter'

"Harry, why are you getting a second broom?" Draco asked.

"It's not for me- it's for Wood. His birthday is the second."

"How do you know that, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Your birthdays next week, Ron's is the first of March, Draco's is June fifth. Neville's is the same as mine. The twins were born on April fool's day, Johnson on Halloween, Katie Bell and Spinnet on The first day of Jan and last of December." Harry shrugged. "I'm good with dates."

"And you're getting an expensive present for someone you just met? I would kill you if you spent that much on me." Hermione told him and Ron agreed.

"Shit." Harry complained, his air ways closing up.

"What did you do?"

"N-Nothing- nothing at all."

"Harry!"

"I've already ordered you your present." Harry told her quickly bowing his head.

Hermione gaped at him. "You're getting me a present for my birthday." Harry nodded. "You didn't have to."

"Yes I did- you're my friend." Hermione smiled with a blush. "I've just ordered a tab card from Flourish and blots. I didn't know what else to get you."

"You got me a book gift card." She grinned and hugged him. "Thank you Harry."

Harry stiffened- he had never been used to hugs- in any of his memory's. "Its fine. I've put a hundred galleons on it- I was thinking of putting fifty more on for Christmas."

"A HUDRAD GALLEONS! ARE you insane!" Hermione breathed a little to calm herself down.

"You can only use it on books."

"What else would I use it on?" Hermione rubbed her face. "You don't understand the value of money do you?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Oh Harry." She sighed and seemed to give up. "Thank you."


AN- Hope you enjoyed this chapter and if I keep this speed up you'll get another one tomorrow. ~Tia.