Zaneta: There was a blunder in Chapter 5, and that has been rectified, it was us getting lost in later suggestions.

Chapter 7- Underground Quidditch

"Ok, I know that Integra spoke about the pitch being submerged, but this was not what I pictured." Harry muttered as he prepared for the Quidditch tryouts. The pitch was entirely underground, lit by a combination of flaming torches and floodlights.
"Look on the bright side Harry, at least we don't have to worry about the rain." Ginny piped up.
"All right," he looked at all the new hopefuls, "I want you lot flying around in groups of ten, let's see who can fly, from that we'll pick out those who fly well."

Some of them did well, some didn't, and others were simply showing off as they zoomed around the pitch, again one ran straight into the goalposts while showing off.

"I know that some of you are confident, but confidence and arrogance have a knack of coming together, I'm after people who'll let the rest of their team do their job. Not try to do everything and ruin it for the rest of the team," he looked among the faces, thinking sourly of McLaggen as he did so, "All right, I want to start with the Chasers and Keepers, they can test their catching together, best save the Bludgers for last."

Harry picked two potential Chasers and a Keeper before taking the Quaffle, "All right, once we have the exercise started, we'll work in fours, after a moment I'll switch with someone else, and I'll keep this going until I've tried everyone, and then we'll work on the Beaters, all right?"
There was a murmur of consent, and Harry, Ginny and two younger students were off.

Seras watched from a stand, reading a handbook quietly, she decided to let Alucard off guard duty for a little while. Since she was watching the tryouts she thought she should learn the rules, including the 700 fouls that were possible, "And they get kids to play this game? I feel sorry for the referee," then she read that in a World Cup match in which they all took place, "Very sorry for the referee," she picked up a piece of paper, on it were the listings for the last World Cup, and who knocked who out of the tournament, "Well, I guess nothing changes really," she muttered, seeing that England were slaughtered. "390 to 10? Jeez that was harsh."

Harry was halfway through the beater tryouts when he noticed her, "Seras!" he exclaimed, causing everyone to look over.
"Evening!" she called cheerfully.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was more of a sprinter, best get back into things before the inter-house games start," she answered, smiling.
Harry nodded briefly, "All right everyone, let's get on!"
Seras looked at the Bludgers, "Ok, those things must leave a mark."

It wasn't long before Quidditch fever had begun to set in. Everyone was waiting in anticipation for the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, the first match of the season.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Integra murmured as she read a Hogwarts progress report.
"How so?" Alucard asked, bearing his usual Cheshire Cat grin.
"Last year the Seeker for Slytherin was forced to leave or face prison, and he was popular with his classmates. On top of that Slytherin house does not have a reputation for playing clean games."
"You're worried that they'll try to kill Potter out on the field."
"No, I'm worried that they'll maim him. Which is why I want both of you keeping an eye on it, Seras, I want you to referee this match."
"WHAT? I don't even know all the rules yet!"
"Alucard, you can watch with a handbook and pass on any fouling to Seras then."
"There's one other problem, I don't even know how to fly a broom!"
"Then we'll have to get practice in at night." Integra muttered, "But with half the Death Eaters having children and all in Slytherin house we can't take any risks. Voldemort might've said that Potter was his to kill, but he said nothing about injuries and he has yet to spend a year without being landed in the hospital wing. By the looks of it, Quidditch is a hazardous sport."
"It's a miracle so few people have died!" Seras exclaimed, "You should see some of the dives Harry pulls off!"
"He's supposed to be a natural, but he is certainly a magnet when it comes to trouble."

It only took a few hours for Seras to master the basics, turned out that in many departments she was a pretty fast learner. Alucard watched quietly as she plucked the courage to leap off, somersault and land again, laughing, "This is actually pretty fun."
After a while Madam Hooch said, "We better get going any later and peopleare going to be curious as to what we're doing out."
"Right!" Seras landed smoothly and shouldered the broom, "The Quidditch seems dangerous, but the flying is certainly a lot of fun," she told the hawk-eyed teacher as they put the brooms in the shed and locked up.
"By the way, what are we going to do for the match? I mean, we're going to need a valid reason for you not being here."
"Don't worry about it, we have it all figured out, just be sure to watch Potter, he's a good kid, and I could think of many who would be angry if something were to happen during this match."
"Hey, we're just doing our side of the bargain, our part in protecting Harry from any possible attacks and the students in general from ghouls." Seras answered, smiling.

All too soon it was time for the match. Harry and Ron were changing into their scarlet robes. "So where do you think Hermione went off to?" Ron asked as he buttoned up the front.
"I dunno, she said that Professor McGonagall wanted to talk to her just before the match, but that could be anywhere," Harry answered, "Mind you, it's our first match of the season, and I doubt either of them want to miss it."
"Yeah," Ron murmured, grabbing his broom, "Let's go."
Harry nodded and they, along with Ginny, her fellow Chasers Caroline Stratford, a third-year, and Demelza Robins, who returned after a stunning trial. His beaters, Peakes and Coote, turned out to have practiced over the summer and were even better than the year before.
As usual the Slytherin team looked like a bunch of gorillas, minus the odd one out that was Draco Malfoy. Instead was a bulky fourth-year that Harry didn't know.

"Welcome to the first Hogwarts inter-house match of the year! Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Owing to the nature of Quidditch, it was seen fit that the pitch would be entirely submerged underground, lit by a mixture of torches and Muggle floodlights for good visibility," a voice boomed, Harry, Ron and Ginny exchanged glances, it was Hermione. That explained why Professor McGonagall wanted to see her.
"Owing to illness Madam Hooch will not be refereeing today, but filling in for her is Professor Victoria," Hermione stated through the megaphone.
Sure enough, Seras was standing in the centre of the pitch, a broomstick in hand, "Now I want everyone to keep it clean, all of you," she stated in a warning tone, looking from one team to the other. "All right! Captains, shake hands, and don't try to crush them."
Harry stepped forward and shook hands with the burly sixth year, but was the devilish look in the boy's eyes a trick of the light? Or was it real?

Seras walked to the box, letting loose the Bludgers and the Snitch.
"There go the Bludgers, but the Beaters will have to make sure they don't blind themselves looking for them," Hermione commented, as Seras took the Quaffle and a whistle, "On my whistle, three, two one!" she blew it and threw the ball into the air, gently for her.
"And they're off and it's Gryffindor in position, Weasley, Stratford, Robins, excellent back pass there, back to Stratford, Robins, Weasley, Robins, will they go for the goal? No! Hit by a Bludger just before reaching the goal posts. Now wait a moment!"
One of the beaters seemed to enjoy picking on Demelza. Seras blew the whistle, "She's dropped the Quaffle and was nowhere near your Chasers! Penalty to Gryffindor!" she shouted.

"And Stratford takes the Quaffle for the penalty and lands it in no problem."

Alucard sat in a shadowy back row in the staff box, right behind Integra, who seemed to be watching with a mixture of confusion and shock at the sheer brutality possible in the game. "Excessive elbows," he muttered.
Another whistle rang, and Ginny landed yet another penalty.
Thirty-zero to Gryffindor, looks like the Slytherins better clean up their act and fast if they want to land some goals because nothing is getting past Professor Victoria, or Seras as she prefers to be addressed."

Alucard grinned, he found the Slytherins a bit too whiny, and the fact that Seras was spotting every foul in the game either on her own whim or because of his help (on both sides) it was needless to say that they were complaining amongst themselves.

Harry sighed, it was looking like every other game he played against Slytherin, only with an eagle eyed coach who occasionally seemed to be watching everything in all directions. Suddenly Seras blew the whistle for a time out and the team in green were huddling together, obviously trying to fool her.
"All right, I don't know what they're planning, but it can't be good, keep your eyes open and watch each other's back." Harry warned, before they were set to be off again.
By the time Harry had caught the Snitch a couple of hours later, he had been attacked enough to earn Gryffindor several penalties and Slytherin a serious scolding from Seras. When the game ended Gryffindor won 480 points to 20. Harry almost wished that Snape and Malfoy were there to see the most brutal hammering the lions had given the serpents in all the time he had been at Hogwarts, for quite a long time before that as well.

Zaneta: You're a real Slytherin hater aren't you bro?
Omega: Of course (evil grin)
Zaneta: (whacks with a Japanese curse doll)
Omega: What the heck is that?
Zaneta: Wara ningyo, a curse doll
Omega: What is that for?
Zaneta: I made it as a prop for a cosplay
Omega: Terrific, don't use it on me you hear?
Zaneta: (looks innocent) That is something our sister might do, not me.
Omega: (looks at her) Preview time!

Harry nodded and waited for the class to empty.
"Take a seat."
He did.
"I noticed you wrote something particularly ferociously," Seras told him, picking up the list, "A name I believe…"

More details of the Magical World unfold for Hellsing. Whatever will it bring out?

Find out in Chapter 8: Complete opposites