Just a big sorry for the delay and typos, I had a lot of problems at work, and life had been pretty hectic hope you would like this chapter as always feedback is apreciated anda again hope you would enjoy it
Chapter 3 Training and tests
Family suicide
By: Ernest Over
Brentwood, England. Yesterday ministry officers, found 4 bodies of a family in their home, all with various degrees of magical damage, and clear signs of Cruciatus Exposure, it is rumored that their lives were ended by a killing curse after being tortured, it is known also that this family was working on a pamphlet about muggle born and non-magical people rights and where deep on the search of ways to assure the equality between humans, and other kinds of magical people (veelas, werewolves, vampires, centaurs, giants) and establishing rights for them, also this reporter saw the dark mark, just before it was obscured by the aurors.
It is my worry, that people are dying, people who stand for equality and are fighting against pro wizard ideals, these assassinations were a common occurrence, 15 years before, while You-Know-Who was raising to power, as it is this reporter questions the reality of the ministry's smear campaign against Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore, as I think on what would they win if their claims where lies, obviously they would win popularity and it would be lost if later people found out that it was in fact a lie, so it would be a two edged maneuver, also one of them is only a student, the other a great man at almost the end of his live.
"STOP!" a resounding scream echoed everywhere in the mansion, pain, misery, hurt and betrayal present in the squirming bodies In the floor, 4 people being tortured without mercy, by the same person.
Voldemort was mad, he wanted to maintain a low profile, stay hidden in the shadows, and prepare his overtake of England quietly, as not to arouse suspicion, but his death eaters wanted no other thing than causing havoc, rape and kill as they were promised when they joined, as he thought on how to salvage this occurance he smiled, of course he would have to obliviate that trash quivering on the floor and make it seem as they acted all on their own, all of that he could make with a simple obliviate, as his joy on how easy it was to return everything to his favor
A different yell came from room 11 at the leaky cauldron Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, woke up covered in sweat in his mind, clear as glass, the killings, the pain inflicted by Voldemort's joy, his scar prickling and bleeding.
As he knew that he couldn't go back to sleep, he felt the night table for his glasses, founding and putting them on his face, he stood up, and started his daily routine for 4 days, wake up, take a bath study a bit, and then go down and have breakfast just before the port-key to the training grounds would trigger.
Four days, and the results were already showing, he thought that it was perhaps because of his lack of good food, and the exercise, tiny muscles where showing on his arms legs, and torso, a welcomed changed from his skinny exterior.
He was making a huge progress on his studies, and even when he couldn't cast a single charm since he had the trace, he was really happy, he at least felt that this summer was fruitful, not only a waiting game in the Dursley's
And even if he was a little self-conscious, he knew he could at least cover his escape if he was pressed to, survival was at the top of his wants list
Grabing his things for training he left in direction to the pub, where he would eat some breakfast, "Hey there Harry, same as usual?" greeted Tom the bartender happily surprising some of his costumers "Hello Tom" answered Harry back as the days passed his friendship with the bartender grew, he discovered that while he was reserved and a bit crazy as many of the wizard folk, he was an interesting man, he knew a lot, mainly because of his wide variety of clients and overhearing some conversations and he could change topics constantly.
Eating a light breakfast as he was going to do a lot of exercise engaging on mindless talk with tome in order to kill some time until the port-key would trigger
As the port-key triggered he returned to what he could call home for the summer as he stayed most of his time there, he learned that to be a better player he would need to make his body more fit.
Starting with a 40 minute run he would continue with some light exercise, stretches and get ready for his exercises on his firebolt,
He would get on his broom and force it to its top speed, make sharp turns, deep dives, the wind would cut him, but it would also happen in the stadium, and then he would let 4 snitches (Charmed to only fly in a controlled environment) run amok, 5 minutes later he would search for all of them and take time, he would use some bludgers to simulate the real gameplay and being able to make some evading practice.
He would return to land and force his body to do some more exercises, he noticed too that if his body was well and ready he would be able to make different maneuvers, also if he could gain some muscle mass he would have a better chance at taking on bigger chasers.
At night he would return with a smile on his face, his whole body aching and covered in sweat obviously stinking and yearning for a shower but really happy with his progress even if he couldn't enter into the national team, he could afford at least to make Malfoy mad by beating him senseless in quiditch, something he could do and get away with.
A few weeks passed quickly than he wanted them to, and so the trials came.
Five minutes before the port-key would trigger, he was ready his broom in hand, a pack filled with his school quiditch robes, and some pants and a shirt and clinic products in case he needed them as the port-key glowed blue Harry doubted, and thought that perhaps he wouldn't make it and that he would be the laughing stock, he knew it was a big shot and probably he wouldn't make it but. As the bad thoughts came, his resolve triggered, remembering Cedric a fellow chaser, he would kill for an opportunity like this, and he would never get it, the death eaters made sure of it and he would do it, even if he couldn0t get into the trials, he would do as much as he could, and he would try and learn from this experience.
As the blue flash came and the pull of his navel he landed in his ass, shaking off the dirt from his pants, he noticed there were a lot of people, more than he thought there could be. Some people were separating the candidates by position, lots of yells were heard, CHASERS OVER HERE! BEATERS THIS WAY! KEEPERS MAKE A LINE HERE! Seekers! As he heard it he looked at a yellow dressed wizard, all his clothes filled with snitches, as he tried to make his way into the crowd, he got knocked down
Oops Sorry mate, A girl offered her hand Harry was surprised, she wasn't bulky nor filled with muscles, but her grip and her posture screamed strength and toughness, her hair was brown, all of it wrapped in a tight bun, some strands falling on her face making it look more heart shaped
"Done staring mate?" She snapped angrily to Harry "Sorry I was just..." "You were just checking me out!" after she said that she continued her way dropping Harry on his ass again
"Did you saw that dear brother of mine?" a known voice sang making Harry groan of course it would be Fred and George, his best Friends brothers known as the "Pranking Duo" of Hogwarts a pair of Tall freckled Ginger twins, who loved as their title said to prank all people, also they were the beaters on his team in Griffindor. "Of course Freddie the powerful Harry Potter, The Boy Wonder got dropped in his ass by a girl" He answered back a shit eating grin on his face "guys you are here too" Harry started on a happy tone, hoping the twins would take the bait and change topic but he hoped for too much "Oh dear Georgie he is trying to distract us" "Indeed my handsome brother, let's unleash our whole repertory on him…."
"BEATERS LAST CALL!" Dear God Harry couldn't be more grateful for that yell he just smiled and looked at the twins "it looks like it's your last call guys see you later" as he said that he started running to the chasers line losing sight of the twins quickly
As he reached the line he counted at least 40 people ranging from any height and body type, he saw Cho Chang, the seeker for Ravenclaw, and for his disgrace he also saw Draco Malfoy
"Ten of you this way doesn't matter who" a staff person called, Harry hesitated and before he could move, the people he needed were already with him, this process was repeated until the last ten were left
"Ok as you are the last ones, you get the privilege of having the hardest trial" the staff person said, He was a tall man, filled with muscles his head was completely bald he could pass for a muggle physical education teacher
Harry thought about the trials a lot but, it was as far from truth as he could imagine, the trials, hell was a simple stinging curse if he compared it with this trial, the trainer made them run for ten minutes full speed and then change speed, to a slower peace run again 10 minutes, then they would need to run at full speed for another ten minutes, and then repeat, and so on for about an hour
Then stretches and some weight lifting nothing hard just lifting 40 kg with all the body, 20 kg on wrists and another 20 on ankles, and then some flying drills, flying at top speed following the staff trainer on a curse, evading targets, evade thrown rocks and paint balloons pushed with magic spells, being tested on their flying skills on different environments windy, snowy, rainy, stoymy, it was safe to say that this was the hardest thing he ever done related to quiditch
At about seven on the afternoon, Harry was covered in sweat, grime, soil, paint his body fully aching, his hands almost frozen thanks to the different weathers on the practice, he hurt in places he thought wouldn't be needed in quiditch but he could at least smile even if he wasn't chosen for the team he did his best and he felt accomplished, none of the judges tell a single thing about any of the contestant performance, just at a quarter to seven an old looking person called with a sonorous charm "Thank you all for coming the team auditions, the final team alignment will be made on the next weekend, again thank you all for coming"
As the port-key triggered Harry could only wish for a bed, and that's what he went for, after saying good night to Tom the bartender he made his way to his room for much needed rest
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