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Chapter 5: Quidditch Tryouts and Letters Galore
The day of the tryouts was a warm, sunny day. A few clouds drifted in the sky like lazy swimmers in a pool. Harry breathed in the fresh air with an anticipated air. Ron was getting in some pre-practice flying, and the boy was darting in and out of the hoops, rolling and zigzagging.
Hermione was sitting in a chair she had conjured whilst during her homework. Harry bounced up to the quiet girl and snatched her book. " Hey!" Hermione shouted. He stuck out his tongue and hopped on his Firebolt to fly away. Hermione screamed, and whipped out her wand. " Imobilious!"
Harry froze in mid-leap; Hermione walked coolly to him and yanked the book out of his unmoving hand. The boy whimpered, but she did not release him until she had gotten well settled in into her chair. " Mobilious." Harry fell into a heap next to his broomstick. Ron pointed at the teen, and although they couldn't hear his voice, Hermione was sure he was laughing at his comrade.
" Hermione." He said stamping his foot like a whiney five year old, his pouting face on. Noise in the doorway made the three look at the entrance, Harry's eyes widened. A great many people had assembled, a majority being younger Gryffindors. " Ah, welcome."
They filed out onto the field, clutching broomsticks and shuffling with shyness. Harry pulled out the list and began. " Well, hopefully this is everyone, I'm not gonna repeat this. We have five positions open, all the Chasers and the Beaters. If you have another obligation that you would choose over Quidditch, you had better leave right now." Two or three people left the pitch.
" Alright, Ron!" Harry yelled up at the flying figure. It dove straight down and stopped right next to Harry. " This is my second-in-command, Ron." He gave a jaunty salute. " First of all, arrange yourselves on where you wish to tryout, Chasers over on my right, Beaters to my left. Unsure, stay right where you are." The group sorted into their wanted categories. " Good, now, Let's have Eric Hanson first."
A tall boy with a Comet 260 stepped out of the throng, nearly tripping on the hem of his school cloak. Harry sighed; it was going to be a long day.
At the end of the day, both Harry and Ron were physically and mentally exhausted. Ron had been hit at least four times by a Bludger and a Quaffle. Harry himself sported a dashing bruise on his face that hurt when he even brushed it with his quill.
Hermione came over, dispelling the chair. " Well, how'd things go?"
" Horrible." Harry grunted. " These guys had no idea what they were doing. I had a feeling Lavender just came out because I was going to be here." Ron coughed, his face turning a nasty shade of red. " I think our Chasers are going to be Ginny, a fourth year named Riley, and a third year named Dove. They're all pretty good with handling the Quaffle and flying fast. The Beaters are a whole different story."
Ron put in his two-cents. " The reason why we have these beautiful bruises." He said, modeling their different body parts that had been hit or cut. Hermione giggled, and took out her wand. Tapping it on each wound, the sore would close up and heal.
Harry whistled. " Handy. Anyway, the Beaters are probably gonna be Seamus and Dean. They're the only two that made sure we didn't get hit." He said sourly. Hermione patted him on the back.
" Well, I'm sure they'll do good." Hermione consoled as the duo made their way back up to the castle. Ron had flown ahead, having some homework he needed to get down. As in all of it, sadly enough. Harry nodded his acceptance of her words of comfort.
Reaching the school doors, Harry made a side trip to the broom shed to drop off his Firebolt. Hermione waited as the guy respectfully put his broom inside. She remembered that his deceased godfather, Sirius Black, had given it to him. The entire world had been wrong about the man; he had not truly betrayed Lily and James. It was their long time-enemy Wormtail.
" Ready to go?" Harry's voice came wafting through her thoughts. She nodded, and they continued up to Gryffindors Tower. Reaching the portrait, he spoke the password (" Hourglass") and the two got out their homework to join Ron and the rest of the 6th year.
The next morning was nothing like yesterday; it was all cold and windy. Hermione shivered as they walked to Defense Against the Dark Arts, their first class. Professor Larson was straightening his books, as the kids arrived.
" Ah, hello kids. How are all of you, good? Good. Okay, let's get the show on the road." He said gleefully rubbing his hands together. " Today is the shield day. I'm gonna show you an advanced blocking charm, highly useful for nasty little spells and physical attacks." Waving his wand, all the desks went to the side of the room. " Stand please." Then the chairs followed the tables. " Make pairs please, just turn to your right."
Harry turned to look into the brown orbs of Hermione, were they always so chocolately? She stared back, unaware of his mental battle. Larson continued his instructions. " Now, the charm is the Dependar Charm. Repeat after me, Guardious."
" Guardious," chimed the entire class. Larson nodded his approval.
" Good, good. Now, can anyone tell me about this shield? Mr. Potter." Larson said, choosing the boy. Harry gulped, he had an idea….
Harry cleared his throat. " The shield has varying levels of strength one which color the certain wizard or witch produces the spell." He said dubiously.
" Very good. Ten points." The group breathed out a sigh of relief. " Yes, Harry is absolutely right. A shade scale tells which difference there will be between your shield and let say an enemy. When you first do this spell, it will be white. The second time, it will be tinted to the hue of your strength. Who can tell me the scale?"
Hermione was the only person who raised her hand. " Sir, the scale is from scarlet to violet. Scarlet is the weakest, the so on to violet, which is the strongest."
" Another ten points. Yes. Now, raise your wand, and say the incantation." A chorus of Guardious filled the room. The space was suddenly filled with white bubbles surrounding each child. Only one hint of color was there, and that was Larson's bubble of emerald. " Good, excellent. Now, dispel the protection with Leprous."
A chime of " Leprous." and the shields disappeared. " Now, let's try again." Larson directed, and the whole room was filled with slight tints of color. Excited whispers erupted as each kid inspected his shield.
" Ooh." Harry let out, like a six year old, and he touched the shell he had created. It was a light shade of mauve. Hermione's was a beautiful sky blue. Ron's had the same hue as Larson's bubble. As Larson concluded the lesson, Harry regretfully dispelled his bubble. It was so pretty to look at.
Next was a horrible hour of Potions. Snape had set aside some hatred of Harry over the summer, and he only asked two of his questions to the black-headed boy. Hermione and Snape were now becoming fast adversaries. Harry and Ron, although they felt worry for their new friend, couldn't help but feel relieved at the attention flow not being directed at them.
As the trio sat down to lunch, Hermione dug in almost as fast as Harry. " Becoming a pig, just like the rest of us." Harry joked as he watched her pile food onto her plate. Ron snickered at the joke, and began to eat. Throwing them glares, she ate at the speed of light and went to the library.
Melia,
How are you? I'm good, Hogwarts is really fun. The people in my House are really cool. There's Harry, who's the Seeker and captain of the Gryffindor team, Ron's the Keeper. Dean is a huge soccer nut, just like you! Seamus is cool, he likes to tell stories. I haven't really talked to Neville, but he seems really nice. Parvati is a total bitch, as is Lavender. They always think I'm hitting on Harry. Such a pain.
Today was the Quidditch tryouts, and boy was it funny. Some of these people couldn't tell which end of the broom you flew on, pretty pathetic. Harry doesn't realize I was Seeker for Ragnarok. Probably better he doesn't know. He'd challenge me to a flying contest in the drop of a hat.
Enclosed is a picture of us all, I'm thinking you'll be applying for a transfer when you see it. No major pranks so far, I think Ron and Harry are planning something though. Never too sure with those guys.
Write back soon!
Mione
Hermione put down her quill and folded the letter into a container for Athena to carry. Walking up to the Owlery, she wondered what Melia would think of the picture. It was a candid shot taken when the boys were hunched over trying to do homework. It was funny in the sense they couldn't figure out problems that, to Hermione, were quite easy.
Opening the door, Hermione saw Harry petting a snowy owl, and crooning to it. He jumped as she closed the door. " Oh, hey Hermione. Scared me." He said using his free hand to cover his heart. " This is my owl, Hedwig." He said, using his finger to scratch her feathers.
Hermione raised her arm, and Athena came swooping down. " This is Athena, she's a great horned owl." Tying the bundle onto her outstretched talon, Hermione knotted it tight and watched the bird fly into the noon sun. Hedwig flapped back up to her roost, and Harry opened the door.
" Coming?" he asked softly. Hermione turned around and followed her friend.
That night Harry posted the positions of the Quidditch team. The ones not chosen just shrugged and walked away. Dove, a small tan-skinned girl with long curly black hair, laughed with pleasure.
" Whew, I thought they'd revolt or something." Ron said, looking over at the last gaggle of people to see if they had made it. Harry nodded. Going back to their homework, Hermione giggled at their stunned faces. Becoming an Auror was hard work, and there was plenty of homework to be done.
It was around ten o'clock when all the Gryffindors finally went up to bed. Ron had thrown down his quill in disgust, on account of having to memorize the exact ingredients of an un-Petrifying potion made with Mandrake leaves. All of the boys told her what happened in their second year, the attacks and everything.
Hermione whistled, that was some pretty amazing stuff. Harry and Ron smiled and bowed, as if at the Academy Awards. Snuggling into her sheets, she smiled at all her memories. Hogwarts was definitely more fun than Ragnarok, except for Melia and her Potions teacher. Hermione suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen that blonde brat in a long time.
Falling into an easy slumber, the brunette dreamed, unaware of the evil approaching the school.
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