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Chapter 22-- Quidditch Tryouts

Harry furiously wrote a note to Ginny and left it on the kitchen table. He went upstairs and grabbedhis old Firebolt and Apparated to the French National Quidditch Stadium.

Once he was there, he saw about fifty people forming a haphazard line leading up to a large blue and silver tent. Harry got in the back of the line and it slowly moved its way forward.

About an hour later, Harry found himself in front of a man with dark hair, almost black, and twinkling blue eyes. Harry found those eyes intriguing. The man eyes instantly raked Harry's hairline.

"Well, Mr. Potter! After hearing you moved to France, I was hoping you would try out for the French Team! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Avrom Dumbledore."

Harry instantaneously knew why those eyes were so intriguing. This man was somehow related to Albus Dumbledore and he brightened.

"Wow, I didn't know Dumbledore had any relatives... other than Aberforth!" Harry said.

"Yes, well... I am sadly Albus's only son. I have a sister, too. Adelle. But, anyway, enough of that. I need your age and height."

"Okay. Well, I'm twenty. And I'm five foot, ten inches tall."

"All right then. Go on through. We'll go ahead and put you in Team A. You'll be with my sister, Adelle. She's on the team, actually."

Harry moved through the blue and silver tent to see a large Quidditch Stadium... slightly smaller than the one he had seen at the World Cup in his fourth year, but larger than the one at Hogwarts nonetheless.

He spotted a large blue "A" hovering on the left side of the Stadium. He walked over to it and saw three women and a man underneath it. One of the women had brightauburn hair and twinkling blue eyes. He was sure that this was Adelle. She wore light blue Quidditch robes and had her hair in a bun. Seeing Harry, she stepped forward and shook his hand.

"Mr. Potter. Nice to meet you. I'm Adelle Kingston."

"I can tell. You look extraordinarily like your father, but I'm sure you tire of hearing it, just as much as I do," Harry said, smiling sadly.

"Yes," she said, brittlely. "But enough of that. This is to be strictly professional."

"Adams," she barked. A short woman that looked somewhere around 4 1/2 feet tall stepped forward, broom in tow.

"Potter!" Adelle barked again. This time, Harry stepped forward. Adelle handed Harry the Snitch and Adams got on her broom and sped up in the air. Harry let the Snitch go and Adams hovered in place for about ten seconds before she sped off in pursuit of it.

"Ten seconds," Adelle said, as Adams came back down to the ground with the Snitch in hand. "Not fast enough, I'm afraid," she said kindly. Adams headed back to the blue and silver tent, obviously upset.

"Chivan!" Adelle commanded. An Asian woman with a long light blonde streak running down one side of her hair stepped forward on her broom. Adelle blew the whistle and Harry let the Snitch go.Adelle blew the whistle ten seconds later and Chivan sped forward and caught it.

"Whoa!" Adelle said, looking surprised. "Four seconds from the opposite end of the Stadium. Excellent," she said, approvingly. "Potter and Chivan, switch places."

Harry picked up his Firebolt and mounted it. Adelle blew the whistle and Chivan released the Snitch. Adelle blew the whistle again and Harry dashed forward anxiously, catching the Snitch as fast as he could.

"Wow!" Adelle said, warmly. "A dead heat. Mr. Potter, you caught the Snitch in four seconds as well. You and Chivan will both go to the second tryout. It's in the Auxilary Stadium next door."

Chivan and Harry started off to the Auxilary Stadium.

"So, you're Harry Potter," Chivan said.

"Yes. What's your first name?"

"Chivan," she said.

"It's pretty," Harry said.

"Thanks," Chivan Vzhan said. "Good luck at the tryout," she said.

"Thanks. You, too," Harry said as the arrived at the Auxilary Stadium. They walked in and took their seats. Ten other people were already seated.

"Hello again!" Avrom Dumbledore said, warmly. "Congratulations on getting this far! Now, we will select two Seekers today. One will be our primary Seeker and the other will be our reserve Seeker. We will pair you up in threes again and there will be one person from each group that comes back. We will compare times and if there are any dead heats, those people will face off again. The people with the two fastest times will be our new Seekers. Any questions?"

No one said anything, so Avrom continued.

"Good! We will do this alphabetically. Abbey, Costner, and Grigsby will be in Group One. Hawkins, Jenkins and Potter will be in Group Two. Quincy, Reynolds, andVzhan will be in Group Three. That is all. Good luck!" Avrom said as the prospective Seekers headed out into the field.

Harry took at good look at Hawkins and Jenkins. Hawkins was a large man, about six and a half feet tall, not at all your average build for a Seeker. He had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Harry felt like he was been X-rayed when Hawkins glared at him.

Jenkins couldn't have been any different. She was slightly Hermione-ish in the way she held herself and her bushy brown hair. She had kindhazel eyes and obviously had a bubbly personality. She smiled at Harry. "Good luck!" she said, excitedly.

"Good luck," Harry said, clenching his fists in anticipation.

Avrom stepped over to their group.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. How nice to see you again!" he said, shaking Harry's hand, then moving from Jenkins to Hawkins."Okay, let's get started!" Avrom handed Hawkins the Snitch.

"Miss Jenkins, if you please."

Jenkins stepped forward and mounted the broom. Avrom blew the whistle and Hawkins tossed the Snitch into the air. Avrom blew the whistle again and Jenkins sped forward to get the Snitch. "Five seconds," Avrom said, smiling. "Mr. Hawkins?"

Harry took the Snitch fromJenkins and Hawkins took the broom. Avrom blew the whistle andHarry tossed the Snitch into the air. Avrom blew the whistle again and Hawkins blundered forward to get the Snitch. "Seven seconds," Avrom said.

Jenkins took the Snitch from Harry and Harry mounted the broom. Avrom blew the whistle and Jenkins tossed the Snitch in the air. Avrom blew the whistle again and Harry dashed forward, snatching the Snitch.

"Wow!" Avrom said, excitedly. "Three seconds! Go ahead and go back to the stands. Miss Jenkins, Mr. Hawkins, I hope to see you again!"

Jenkins shook Harry's hand in congratulations and Harry headed back to the stands. He saw Chivan was already there.

"Hello, Harry!" Chivan said, smiling.

"Hey, Chivan," Harry said. "You made the cut?"

"Yes. Four seconds. What was your time?"

"Three," Harry said.

"Oh," Chivan said sadly. "Well, maybe I'll still have a chance as a reserve."

"I hope so," Harry said sincerely. "I'd really like to work with you!"

"I'd like to work with you, too," said Chivan. "I really hope I had the second best time!"

"Who knows?" a girl said, joining them. "Hi, I'm Viviana Abbey."

Chivan looked at the girl in disapproval. She had sparkling white teeth, bright blonde hair, and glistening blue eyes. Harry thought that had he not been married to Ginny, he would have fallen fast and hard for this girl.

"Excuse me. But this is for winners, Vzhan. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Nor did I expect to see you," Chivan said.

"Ah, so we have our three finalists!" Avrom said, stepping forward. "Viviana Abbey, Harry Potter, and Chivan Vzhan! Congratulations! Now, as you know, we can only have two Seekers. Our reserve Seeker is... Chivan Vzhan! And now for our primary Seeker... Harry Potter! Miss Abbey, I'm sorry. You need to go to theblue and silver tent to sign out. Mr. Potter and Miss Vzhan? You need to go to the blue and silver tent to pick up practice schedules. Our first match is the first of next month. Once again, congratulations!" Avrom smiled once more and headed off to the field once more.

"Congratulations!" Harry said, hugging Chivan. He looked at her. She was smiling. And without thinking, Harry kissed her.

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