AN:

Bah! i drag the story in this chapter. need to be posted seperately if not i have a 4000+ word chapter in my hands. Now that wouldnt be fun? no...anwayys

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September 2, classes had started and unknown to his children he was in fact at Hogwarts dealing with the Headmistress. Along with him was head of international affairs, Madam Dorothy, and head of security(Percy) who was called to the school as well not only for the last meeting before the announcement but also because his spawns had already aided the new resident pranksters of the school.

Oliver groaned as McGonagall and Madam Dorothy were talking about stuff he rather sit out of, but it was his duty to sit here and listen to their in put. In fact the only reason he went to Hogwarts that day was because he didn't want to go to his office. Reggie can take care of the office and other stuff, Oliver's attention was fully on the upcoming season. Durmstrang had opted to use Krum and another old enemy in the pitch as their coaches. He also heard that the school from North America (Salem Witch Academy) had one of the best teams in that continent. Oliver was bent on wining gold, if not gold silve. He smiled and nodded as the two women in front of him finalized the plans. The plans were already finalized but McGonagall wanted to be sure she was scared that another "potter incident" might occur at another tourney. It was unfair that Percy got to leave in the middle of the talk as according to McGonagall "Oh no need Percy, I read over the plans and I think that its already good…..I do expect you to attend the dinner when we announce the players chosen and of course the meetings after"

Percy had smiled and nodded before leaving the room. Oliver looked dully at the red head man who had just made a face at his friend before the gargoyle spun down. Oliver rolled his eyes and diverted his attention to McGonagall who was asking if the team would need new uniforms. Madam Dorothy had said that indeed they need new uniforms ones which the sponsors had already agreed to make for the team.

Oliver's morning was dull.

Though when Professor Trelawney stepped into the office at some point of the morning Oliver's ears perked up much like Crookshanks when the cat sees a way out of the house. Trelawney was still upset over her tower disappearing .Minnie had clucked her tongue as the batty old teacher dammned every single Weasley spawn. Oliver was betting his money that it was the 15 year olds who did it. McGonagall had summoned an elf to summoned the head boy. When the head boy stepped into the office Oliver couldn't help but smile. This was his ticket out of the dull discussions of two very grey women!

Mcgonagall diverted her attention away from the two ministry heads and told the head boy to fix the tower. Jeff had gaped like a fish protesting that he knew nothing about the prank, but Oliver could see his godson's lying face. He didn't doubt that McGonagall was buying it, now maybe if Stella or maybe any other Weasley tried to pull the innocent face the headmistress would most likely see through it.

"Professor, I'll assist. I have nothing else to do here. Come on Jeff….lets get your father…" said Oliver standing up from his seat.

"Fa….fahter?" stuttered Jeff.

"Yes he's at Harry's office as of the moment"

The head boy looked grave as Oliver pushed him out into the Gargoyle stairwell. They made sure the old bat didn't get in the same time as they did. Oliver could only laugh at the bat's old face. "So….tell me…who else…"

"What do you mean Uncle Oliver?"

"Oh don't Uncle Oliver me now…."

Not long after they arrived at the office of Harry where indeed Percy and him were having tea. Olivre shot a glare at the red head man and said "You coulda said 'why don't we check out the bloody pitch Oliver….' You just had to leave me there"

Percy nearly dropped his cup laughing at the bored Coach when his eyes diverted to the head boy being held hostage by the Scotsman. Oliver smiled he was waiting for it, but to his surprise Percy only said one thing and Jeff nodded in silence. "Well…we were sent out to fix the tower…." Said Oliver. Harry and Percy placed down their tea cups and had opted go with them to the crime scene.

Not really surprised,they found Stella and James standing at the foot of the tower waving their wands as Maggie was playing watchman for the two older students. When she saw the three she had tried quietly telling them to move away from the tower base but she was being dismissed by James and Stella who were in the middle of casting . "James, Stel, err….."

"Ahem…." Said Harry. First James was telling Maggie to shut up or they'll get caught but then Maggie started to tug on their sleeves mindlessly as she pointed at the people behind them trying to find the words for it. Stella then huffed and looked back only to drop her wand. Oliver, Harry and Percy were all standing there with a hand each on Jeff' shoulders.

"Go on head boy.." taunted Harry. Jeff looked back and groaned as his father gave him a stern look. Pursing his lips together he walked into the base of the tower to find storm clouds over the empty space. He cocked at eye brow at James and Stella who just smirked at him. "5 points a piece, minus Maggie who I think was trying to talk you two out of this…go on…walk to study hall….". After nodding at the 3 older men behind them the four ran for it.

Harry chuckled and shouted, "James….don't let me catch you again". Oliver was amused at the whole thing. Heck yes, its beats being in the office listening to the two old women talk. Oliver stepped into the base when a lighthing hit his feet making his jump back a few inches. Harry peered into it and indeed he also got target. Percy was waving his wand silently when both Harry and Oliver stopped him.

"No…come on…it's the old bat…remember 3rd year? Before we dropped that stupid course?" Reminded Oliver. Percy just smirked and finished waving his wand breaking the cover of the package floating making a dust cloud go out of it. The then told the Oliver to walk into it and nothing happened. "What the…why!"

"Oh trust me…only Trelawney would see what it was those 3 were trying to do…..anyways I believe Harry has a class and we have work to do attend to…." Said Percy as Harry stepped into the base and found that the tower was still not there but the empty space had rain clouds over it. "Let me guess, Weasley Wheeezes?" asked Oliver peering into the tower. Harry bent down to pick up the fallen package. "...rain cloud" he read.

Anouncements after dinner

After dinner that evening McGonagall had made the official anouncement of the upcoming tournament.

"As you all have read already we are hosting the first ever Quidditch Tourney. There had been an influx of pitch requests and most of you already have found out that the pitches are not up for reservations. Pitch A is solely for Inter house Quiddtich whilst Pitch B is solely for the Tournament.

We, the Proffesros and I, already took the liberty of booking the pitches for each house for the next two weeks. Each house will get two nights of 4 hours each of the pitch. No other house may intrude in these practices. Pitch A, is for House Quidditch Use. But if the house Captain allows his or her pitch time to be used by the house, it is allowed. As long as the Captain says so. You will not squabble during this time and if that so happens your head of house will have to decide what to do with you.

There will be 5 other schools that will come this coming April. Beauxbaton, Durmstrang are two of them, the others are; Salem Witches Academy, Latin Collegiate of Magic and the Asia Institute of Sorcery….."

Maggie and Stella tuned out everything and started talking amongst themselves. When McGonagall finally opened the floor for questions. Stella rose her hand up quickly and got called first. "I think I speak for all the house Captains here Professor. What if someone from the house team gets picked?"

"Then Ms. Weasley. They will stay in the house team as long as they can perform properly in both teams….As well in their school work. Every single chosen players will have to be able to hold a minimum of A in all of his or her classes. If ever the person cannot perform well, then it is the Captain's call and the Coaches call. Any other questions Ms Weasley?"

"Yes….who is the coach?" asked Stella as she looked around to see the other captain nod in agreement.

"The coach for the Hogwarts Team is no other than our Alumnus Oliver Wood, also head of Games and Sports. But due to family relations in the school, he will not be the only one to pick the chosen 7 and reserve team, Mordecai Brown, retired Games and Sports, will be co coaching the team as well."

"Thank you Professor" Stella sat down and snorted. "My father placed that minimum Acceptable mark….sounds like him…." Her cousins agreed by nodding.

Later that night Stella found herself looking through the given schedules for Pitch A and B. McGonagall had been very fair when it came to practice time and ever since she was the headmistress there was no problems with quidditch pitch booking as she herself always gave them the schedule. It was done by the captains of the year before, they were always called at the end of the year and made pick from a black bag pieces of parchment for their practice time. That way, each time had their own times and none were allowed to kick off any other team at any time. This created less friction between the houses and made it a fair ground for everyone. Even Slytherin started to see the light that fair ground only meant better opponents, then again she must admit it, Mike Flint was by far the most fair Slytherin Captain she has ever encountered.

Maggie Wood was sitting on the sofa with Stella and Jeff as they looked through the rule book of the tournament. Professor Potter had called everyone to the common room after dinner to decide who will be leading them for the house practices and it was an anonymous vote that Stella and Maggie were going to be acting captains for the whole house during the practices as everyone trusted that they would be fair to everyone. Indeed they were and was already writing schemes of how to get the most out of their 4 hours practice time that coming Thursday.

"Why don't you cut the pitch into four sections. Cuz its big enough for everyone…" suggested Maggie as she drew a pitch and divided it into four.

Stella clucked her tongue and said. "That's hard, cuz the bludgers go anywhere and the snitch has a mind of its own…..we don't want casualties".

The next day

(stella)

She tapped her head with her quill and wrote down plans. Her team had 7pm to 11pm for the practices. She already asked all who were interested at the tourney at what position they were trying out for. 30 percent were trying out for Chasers, 30 percent beaters, 20percent Seekers and the remaining 20 percent wanted to try out for keeper. That was she already planned Thursday night. In the first hour, the pitch was cut into two as the Chasers will do drills on one side and the Beaters will be on the other doing drills with a practice bludger.

On the ground the Seeker hopefuls will have to locate the practice snitch while they only fly 10 feet from the ground. The hopeful keepers will have to play soccer during the hour. The next 3 hours the hopefuls will be puts into teams and made go against each other, 20-30 minute games only. So that would put it as 6 games

She sighed as she placed down the clip board of the plans and stared at her homework. She had to do them now if she wanted to try out for the team. Inwardly she really didn't want to try out, but the prospects of going against other players outside her school was more inviting than anything else. She already had to keep an A averafe as an agreement with her parents when she started playing for the house team. Not only that she had her muggle studies still. She was being home schooled every summer by a tutor with her siblings. As long as she kept up good grades her father wouldn't bother her sports life.

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Maggie found that she was staring into thin space that had made Parker from the other table hit her with a piece of vegetable. It didn't help the fact that Jeff was seating at the Hufflepuff table, during that meal, talking animatedly with his 7th year friends Flint included. Maggie had tried shake it off but she had dipper her hand mindlessly into the hot gravy when Jeff had smiled and waved at her mouthing "don't choke". As her fingers felt the searing hot gravy she squawked and jump from her seat making the pitcher of pumpkin juice spill all over her side of the table. Parker and Nick broke into fits of laughter from the Ravenclaw table.

Later that evening Stella had stepped into Maggie's room cladly dressed. Not really cladly but as Maggie was used to wearing a long flannel night gown, Stella like her short shorts and tight tank combo to sleep in. Stella flopped on Maggie's bed and started looking through the open diary on the bed when Maggie snatched it locked it up in her drawer.

"So…I've been wondering dearest"

"Yes pumpkin?" said Maggie as she combed through her hair which was impossible as of the moment. "I was wondering if you are truly smitten with my twin…." Teased Stella who had yanked the brush from the 14 year old's hand and started to comb the younger girl's hair. Maggie turned red for a bit and just shook her head.

"I don't know…just a phase…." Maggie said.

"I think it's his new hair don't you think? Dare say my twin is trying new styles..." smirked Stella who somehow got the frizzy hair to tame.

"….seriously Stella please…just don't say anything it'll pass…like Towler during the summer"

"Oh don't worry. But if you crash into the pole because Jeff waved at you, its not my fault…"

"Ha-ha!" said Maggie as she watched the older girl comb through her hair quite motherly a side only a few has ever seen. Stella was the older sister she never had and Jeff…well Jeff she thought was cute. But she would never admit that in front of anyone besides "pumpkin".

AN:

"The big fight" is the next chapter.

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