Slytherin vs Gryffindor

The next day Harry awoke early, he had to pick out two new Chasers and he knew it meant almost all of Gryffindor and most likely some of Hufflepuff that would try out. He also knew that half of those people wouldn't know how to fly a broom or just wanted to see Harry, hoping that he will spill a secret about himself to them. He minded, but he wasn't going to let it bother him, because if he let it bother him he would probably end up smashing one of their heads in, not meaning to.

Putting on jeans and a t-shirt he headed out of the Dormitary with his Firebolt, he had planned to meet the already selected members of the team at the portrait hole. Ginny, Ron, Ritchie and Jimmy stood ready at the portrait, Ron scratching his head with a stifled yawn. Ginny winked at him, Harry smiled at her remembering the previous night.

"Hey," he said to all of them, "ok, today we have to pick out two new Chasers. After we have chosen them we will train harder than we have in a while, the next game is only a week away; and unfortunately it is against Slytherin, who chose their team members yesterday," he announced.

"We won't loose," said Jimmy nodding,

"That all great Harry, but why did we have to wake up so early?" Asked Ron,

"Get over it Ron its eight o'clock it's not that early," said Ginny shaking her head.

"It is for a weekend," said Ron,

"No, you are just tired because you were up all night with Hermione," replied Ginny, Ron went red,

"Why do you have your broom Harry?" Asked Ron, changing the subject,

"In case something goes wrong," he said briefly, "right… well shall we go down?" He asked, they all nodded, exiting the portrait hole one at a time.

They went out onto the pitch; it was slightly damp from the night's rain but asides from that acceptable. The sun was out and there were no clouds yet there was still a cool wind,

"Jimmy and Ritchie can you guys go get the balls?" They both nodded and ran to go get them,

"When are they coming down?" Asked Ron,

"Should be around now," said Harry, looking at his watch then at the entrance of the Quidditch pitch. A few girls came in giggling,

"Here we go," said Ron,

"Yep," said Harry, the girls came up to him, each holding an old broom,

"Hey Harry," they said fluttering their eyelashes, Harry could feel Ginny's eyes on him, he took a quick glance at her, she was smirking. Harry sighed; Jimmy and Ritchie came back from the shed with the case. Ginny nudged him,

"What?" He asked,

"Look she said," pointing in the directing of the entrance to the pitch, Harry glanced up, what looked like most of Gryffindor entered. This was going to be big. He separated them into groups, asking them to fly around the pitch, putting them mainly in their age group.

The first group, consisting of only first years, flew around the pitch and half fell of their broom. Harry signalled for them all to come back. The ones that had stayed on were looking mighty pleased with themselves. Harry shook his head,

"Sorry," he said, they walked off the pitch,

"Shit house," whispered Ginny,

"I agree," said Harry, "Ok next group!" He said, "Actually, all the first years together!" He yelled wanting to kill two birds with one stone. The first years looked perplexed, but nodded, mounting their brooms. They kicked off from the ground zooming around the pitch, someone fell off at the last second down the other end of the pitch, and she appeared unconscious despite only falling a few feet. Harry mounted his Firebolt, flying over to her,

"Hey," he said, jumping off and kneeling down before the tiny first year, she made no movement, Harry frowned, she was unconscious, he signalled to Ginny, she took one of the others brooms and flew over to him.

"Just help me get him back to the edge of the pitch," he said, putting the girls arm over his shoulder, Ginny nodded, doing the same. They flew; their brooms close to each other and the small first year hanging limply in the centre. They got to the edge of the pitch,

"Who here is this girls friend?" He asked the first years, no one put their hand up, "Well can someone please take her up to the hospital wing?" He asked, again no one raised their hand, Harry sighed,

"Ginny, Ron do you mind?" He asked, they shook their heads,

"We will be back in a second," said Ron, picking the girl up,

"Ok," Said Harry, "first years can you fly around the pitch again?" He asked, they mounted their brooms again and took off around the pitch, no one fell off this time, but they were all very wobbly. They landed in front of him waiting for his verdict,

"Try again next year," he said, they all slumped gloomily away, some glaring in his direction.

"Ok, second group," he said, ignoring the first years as they exited the pitch.

After two hours he had chosen both of his Chasers, a girl by the name of Shona Flinch, in third year, she needed work, but scored well; and in fifth year, a weedy boy called Justin Donie who was light on his feet and passed like a pro but didn't score well. Happy with his choices, he headed back to the common room with Ginny; Ron had gone up to Hermione who was cheering by the sidelines. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand, and he kissed her cheek. Peeves circled the corner; flying in zigzag's laughing his head off. He stopped by Ginny and Harry,

"Oooo!" He said with a high pitched giggle, "Potty and Weezy!" He laughed, Harry rolled his eyes,

"At least I don't have a crush on the Bloody Baron," said Ginny, Peeves turned to her, as did Harry,

"Who does?" Peeves asked with a smile,

"You, you idiot," she said with a laugh, Peeves looked totally confused, "I see the way you look at him," she said with a wink, "you have liked him all these years haven't you?" She said smiling,

"No I don't!" Said Peeves, Harry laughed,

"It's ok; you don't need to hide your feelings anymore!" Said Ginny with a fake sincere look, Peeves flew off,

"Wow, that actually worked," said Ginny, surprised at herself, "totally made up though," she said with a laugh.

The next week came and left, Harry not being able to see Dumbledore because of how full his schedule was. Teachers were taking the opportunity, as they seemed to be doing every week and giving them bundles of homework.

Professor McGonagall didn't give as much as she usually did to Harry's class, wanting them to win against Slytherin. The work was getting harder, them being seventh years, were expected to do very complex spells and potions. Which everyone, even Hermione found challenging.

It was the day of Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, their new seeker, as Harry found out, was nothing compared to Malfoy. But the Chasers were brutal and strong; it would really test the new ones on the Gryffindor team. Harry got dressed quickly, the announcer, (Who was Luna,) yelled out for the Slytherin team, they flew out of the change room.

"Ok guys, it is sunny today, try not to fly into the sun. But it is pretty clear so their shouldn't be any trouble asides from that," he said, just as Luna called the Gryffindor team out, Shona and Justin looking rather conserned about the coming match, Harry could think of no words of comfit asides from,

"You will be fine," he said. They nodded, their faces not changing from their scared expression. Harry mounted his broom, sweeping off to the centre off the pitch and shaking hands with the Slytherin captain, Urquhart. Harry did not flinch as he crushed his fingers,

"Mount your brooms," said Madam Hooch, "I want a clean game," she said, looking mainly at the Slytherin's, who leered. "Three… Two… One," Madam Hooch blew her whistle; they all kicked hard off the ground. Harry circled the pitch, going near the Slytherin goal hoop where Ron was protecting. He looked for the new Seeker, and spotted him on the other side of the pitch, almost opposite him.

"And we have two new Chaser's apparently for the Gryffindor team," said Luna's dreamy voice, "Flinch and Donie has been added to the mix," she said, gazing around, as if not paying attention to the game at all.

"Ginny has the Quaffle, and she is heading towards the goal and…. She scores!" There was a cheer from the Gryffindor end, booing and hissing from the Slytherin's. "Hey look at that cloud!" Said Luna, "It looks just like a," Harry heard a rustle behind the microphone, he looked to see McGonagall talking to Luna, undoubtedly trying to keep her on subject.

Harry looked down at the pitch, and started circling it again. Looking for any sign, any golden glint from the sun, his eyes darted right and left, the Slytherin seeker appeared to be having no luck either. Harry smirked, flying down to the centre of the pitch,

"And it looks like Harry has seen the Snitch!" Said Luna, on subject again, the seeker saw Harry and bolted after him,

"OI!" Said Urquhart, but the seeker wouldn't listen. Harry knew that the captain knew he was feinting. Urquhart headed to the centre of the pitch, but couldn't match the Firebolt's speed. Harry pelted to the ground, the tip almost hitting the grass, the blonde seeker at his trail. Harry pulled up at the last second and the Seeker hit the ground, Harry smiled, going up to the edge of the pitch again, hearing boo's from Slytherin.

"And it looks as if the Seeker Grint has hit the ground, not a very good first game I must say!" Said Luna,"Oh! But Jaccib is going to score!" she said, Harry held his breath,

"Come on Ron!" He said to himself,

"A wonderful save from Ron," said Luna, Harry smiled, going to the outside of the pitch again. He looked around the outside,

"And the new Gryffindor Chaser, Donie is heading down to the end of the pitch… she passes it to Shona Flinch and… Flinch has scored her first goal!" Yelled Luna almost breaking out of her dreamy tone, Harry looked up and saw Shona absolutely glowing from scoring. "Oh and Jones got a Bludger in the head, that got to hurt… do you know how many brain cells he has just lost?" Said Luna, "oh but Jones now has the Quaffle, the Bludger doesn't seemed to have messed his game, and he goes to the hoop and scores!"

"Damn!" Muttered Harry,

Harry saw a glint of gold just underneath the Slytherin goal ring, he leant forward on him broom, accelerating at alarming rate.

He reached out his hand, grasping air, the snitch dodged to the right, but Harry was too quick for it. He clasped his hand around it feeling its wings still desperately trying to set it free.

"And… I think Harry has the snitch!" Said Luna, leaning forward, Harry held it up in the air. "Yes! He has! Meaning Gryffindor has won the first Quidditch match of the year!" There was a huge roar from the Gryffindor end and as Harry dismounted his broom, feeling the sweep of winning wipe over him. His team members dropped around him, smiling from ear to ear.

"Told you we wouldn't loose!" Said Jimmy with a smile.

I know, short chapter… But you know… oh well, they will get longer, I just wanted to update. Merry Xmas Everyone! Hope it was good and that Santa was generous lol. Oh and with the Luna and Cho thing... that was a mistake I know it was a big thing and it will be changed once ive finished the story as will some of the more recent chapters I don't like much. Thanks for all your reviews, as I say almost every chapter, every review is appreciated, I read them all

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