You guys are amazing! I checked the review count during lunch at school. In a twenty minute period, this story got eight review. EIGHT REVIEWS! I cannot express how happy I am to be writing this story for all of you. There isn't enough memory on my computer to contain all the words of happiness I'm experiencing right now.
Just over half a year ago, I had a strange dream of baby Harry and Lily Potter surrounded by a strange golden light. Unfortunately, before I could dream any more of it, my dear, sweet, little kitty cat decided that she wanted cat food right at that very second and woke me up. The last thing I saw was the light transforming into a golden phoenix.
Glaring at my cat after seeing that it was four-o-clock in the morning, I couldn't fall asleep. So on that fine Saturday morning, I got onto my laptop. I went onto and read some stories when it hit me. The rest of the morning was spent typing away furiously on the letter keys as I tried to write my dream.
Then, as I finished typing the first chapter and put it on the site, I read it for the first time. It was so different from the original story that I wasn't so sure. A few hours later, I was considering taking it off when I discovered that Thawk6 had left a review. Then, 1314's message came onto the site. Then came Phantom1s followed by DramaLover 57. The day ended with words from Comet Jim and darkplayer35.
I was amazed. I had originally thought that this story would be a complete and utter failure. But those six reviews had caused something. Something happened. The next day, I posted chapter two, and more and more people reviewed. Soon chapter three arrived and eventually led to what you are reading today.
This story has changed me. I do not know how or why. But something has changed inside me. And I want to thank each and every one of you all for that.
Now, on with the disclaimers and the chapter!
Disclaimer: Though I wish I did, I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form at all. No profit is being made from this story.
And for those of you who want to know the Quidditch positions Harry and Ginny are, let me say this.
For Ginny, the Position was a landslide. And Comet Jim, I loved your idea of Ginny as a beater going against the twins. But she will not have that position in this story. I may put her as a beater in a future story however. J
As for Harry…the votes were so freaking close! His position won by one vote! I am sorry to the losing side. But Harry will be the other position in a future story.
And now, I give to you…chapter nineteen.
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Previously…
Just as the meal was getting underway, Professor Quirrel burst in.
"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEONS! TROLL!" he gasped. "Thought you'd ought to know." He said before he fainted. The students all screamed. It was an uproar.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared. Everyone was quiet. "Students will return to their dormitories. Teachers will come with me, to the dungeons."
"Professor, Slytherin's common room is in the dungeons!" Harry called out. Dumbledore had clearly not thought of that.
"All students will remain in the great hall, until the matter is resolved." He said. The teachers rolled out
and went down to the dungeons.
Hermione and Neville came over to them.
"How could a troll get in?" Hermione asked.
"Don't know. They're really stupid. Something isn't right about this. I think it was let in as a diversion." Harry said.
"Why do you think that?" Neville asked.
"Just everything seems to happen on Halloween. Voldemort tried to kill me on this night. A troll is let into the castle. That's not a coincidence." Harry replied.
"Let's get a better view of what's going on." Ginny said. They all discreetly left the hall without anyone noticing.
Ron, being the idiot fan boy that he is, followed them. Dean and Seamus not far behind.
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The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone
Chapter Nineteen
Of Broomsticks and Trolls
Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville were all running up the stairs. Unbeknownst to them, Ron, Dean, and Seamus were tailing them.
"Where…could…they be…possibly…be going…in this…bloody…castle?" Panted the unfit Ron as they ran up just the first staircase.
"Don't know." Gasped Seamus.
"How the hell…can they…run so…fast?" Dean breathed.
"Don't know. But we've got to follow them. It's our duty to make sure Harry doesn't get in with the wrong sorts like Longbottom and Granger."
"Why? What's wrong about them?" Seamus asked. He was a bit slower than even Ron. Ron stopped abruptly and was staring at him like he'd grown three extra heads.
"What's wrong with them? Hello! Longbottom is a squib. And Granger is a bloody know it all mud blood!"
"But your sister's pureblood. What's wrong with her?" Dean asked.
"She's filling Harry's head with ridiculous ideas about Gryffindor not being the best house and how not all Slytherins are evil! The boy who lived's views of the magical world are being changed by her! She's brainwashed him and got him thinking that purebloods are…equal to everyone else! I'm expecting her to try and get him to join you know who any day now! That's what's wrong!" He shouted at them. How could they even be questioning it?
"Wait…how can Harry join you know who…if Ginny's got him thinking that mud bloods and squibs are equal to purebloods?" Dean asked. He was the most logical of the three.
"Don't ask me to explain how my sister's brain works! I'm still trying to figure that out myself! But the point is…she's changing Harry's views. She tricked him into being sorted into bloody Ravenclaw!" Ron screamed. "Now, we've got to get him away from those fools and back to where he belongs!"
Ron looked around, but they were nowhere to be seen. They had lost them when Ron was explaining his sister's psychotic ways.
"Great! You lost them!" Ron shouted. Before he could say anything else, a loud thump echoed from around the corner.
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Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville had gone to spy on the third floor corridor. Harry and Ginny cast the usual secrecy charms on everyone. At first, Hermione and Neville freaked out, but soon understood and asked to be taught the spells.
"Some time later. Right now we need to watch the third floor and see what happens." Ginny said.
And so, they waited. The four hid in plain sight. The rest of the students were eating away in the Great Hall. And the teachers were down in the dungeons trying to find the Troll. They waited some more. And then,
"Hey, someone's coming!" Neville said.
"Can you tell who it is?" Ginny asked.
"No, they're too far away to make out now. Let's wait." Neville said. Soon, the figure came into view. It was a man wearing a turban. Professor Quirrel.
"Him?" They all echoed at once,. The voices bounced around their secrecy bubble and they were extremely thankful for the secrecy charms Harry and Ginny had set up.
Professor Quirrel looked in every direction. Trying to see if anyone was following him. When he deemed the coast to be clear, he went through the door to the dog's chamber.
"Let's follow him." Harry said. They nodded. Soon, they all were in the third floor corridor. They walked right behind the turban clad professor.
"Stupid Potter." The Defense against the darks arts teacher muttered. His voice lacked his usual stuttering. "Had to give everyone the slip just to get up here. These idiotic teachers still think the troll's in the dungeons? Ha! Now, just need to get that stone. Dumbledore put it at the end of this corridor. No doubt he put weak first year charms, thinking the stone would be brilliantly protected. I can't believe I missed it at Gringotts. And it was in a upper vault! Those are the easiest to break into! What was the idiot thinking? Oh well, I'll be out of here with the Sorcerer's Stone by tonight."
Harry looked at the others. Their eyes were as wide as his. Quirrel was trying to steal something called a Sorcerer's Stone? That was probably what he and Ginny took from the mirror. The look in Ginny's eyes confirmed his theory.
"We'll look it up after we see what Quirrel's going to do." Harry said to the others. They nodded in agreement. Quirrel opened the door to the Cerberus, expecting the dog to be asleep or about to attack him.
What he had NOT expected, was the guard of the stone playing around like a common pet. The left head chewed on a very slobbery ball, when it saw Quirrel, the dog's head dropped the ball, expecting him to throw it like the other two had.
Quirrel instead growled. He cast a reducto on the ball, while it was resistant to the dog's brutality, the rubbery, slobbery ball was not prepared for a magical spell. It exploded into millions of tiny, wet pieces.
Quirrel might have let out a growl. But when compared to him, the three dogs let out a fearsome roar! They started barking like mad at him, ready to rip his head from his body. How dare he destroy their toy! Just who did this man think he was?
It roared as it crept closer and closer. Quirrel was sweating buckets now. This was supposed to be a snap. Sneak past the dog, get the stone, leave. That was all there was. He bolted straight out of the room, the three sets of jaws right where his head was a split millisecond ago.
He zoomed right through the group. Once again, had they not had cast every secrecy charm imaginable, they would have been discovered.
"He wants to steal that stone." Harry said.
"But for what?" Neville asked. "We need to look up what the Sorcerer's Stone is."
"I'm on it." Hermione said. The others knew that if you give Hermione something to research, she'll find out everything there is to know about it.
"Hold on a second." Harry said, right before they were about to go. The three headed dog was whimpering. Harry waved his wand and at once, the six eyes grew wide in excitement. In his hands laid yet another ball. This time, an indestructible charm placed on it to endure any type of attack. Be it magical, muggle, or slobbery.
Harry threw it once more and the dog chased after the ever bouncing ball once more. Harry walked out of the third floor with his friends. They began to head back to the Great Hall. When suddenly,
"I know what you were trying to do Quirrel." Came the dark voice of Professor Snape. He had cornered the shaking turban clad man.
"I-I d…don't know w-what you're t-talking about." He said, his stuttering session back on.
"Trolls lack the intelligence to get in on their own. I wonder who could have let it in? Hmm?"
"S-surely…you're not saying…?"
"I know what you are trying to pull. You may have every single one of the teachers and the headmaster fooled. But I am not swayed by your vampire story. You stutter not from fear of them. Your stuttering is all but an act. You were trying to get the thing hidden in there. Were you not?"
"No…I-"
"Then why did you not stay with the rest of the staff when we took off to find the troll? Could it have only been a diversion? Let it be known that I am not the only one who suspects something Quirrel. I would watch my back if I were you."
Quirrel's face paled even more. He looked more dead than the ghosts when Snape had said that last sentence. The head of Slytherin turned around and walked down the corridor. Quirrel slowly followed.
"So Snape suspects Quirrel too." Ginny said.
"Quirrel's up to something. He wants to steal the stone. But for what?" Hermione commented.
Harry's mind went into overdrive, trying to guess the possibilities. Dumbledore had placed the stone in one of Gringotts's less protected vaults. Why? And anyone could have guessed something important would be hidden in either Gringotts or Hogwarts. They were the safest places in the area. Wouldn't someone who wanted to steal the stone have guessed it to be hidden in one of those two places?
"Harry? Harry?" Someone said. His mind stopped thinking when someone's started snapping their fingers in front of his face. He jumped and saw it was Ginny.
"What?" He asked.
"I asked if you were okay. You seemed spaced out for a moment."
Harry started thinking again. She couldn't hear his thoughts? Did that have something to do with their connection?
"Sorry. I was just thinking." He said. Ginny nodded her head. She could understand why he wouldn't say it. Hermione and Neville looked like they wanted to find out what, but they held their mouths.
Neville eyes drifted to his left. "Hey, what's going on over there?" The rest of them looked. Down a different corridor, lights were blasting rapidly out of a door. Everyone was supposed to be down in the great hall or in the dungeons.
They all nodded and ran to the source. Round a corner and into the girls bathroom they went. The smell almost knocked them out. They needed to add smell resistant charms to their list.
Standing fifteen feet away from them, wandering aimlessly past the destroyed stalls, stood a twelve foot tall grey lump. It's head, looked like a grey coconut. And it was way too small in proportion to the rest of its body. Its skin looked like it was rotting, a wooden club the size of a tree in one hand, and the bloody body of Dean Thomas in the other.
It towered over the cowering forms of Ron and Seamus. The club held high. Harry didn't like who he was going to have to save, but he knew what he had to do.
"Use a summoning charm on them, while I distract the troll." He whispered to Ginny. Fear in her eyes, she nodded. Despite Hermione and Neville protesting, he dropped the secrecy charms and walked over to the troll.
"Hey. Down here buddy." He called out to it. The grey lump lowered its club and looked at him.
"H-Harry!" Ron called out. He ignored him.
"Hi. I know you're confused. You want to know why you're in here." He spoke gently to the troll. It looked at him in confusion, trying to understand what he had just said. Finally, the troll nodded its tiny head. It set the body of Dean down.
"You were forced to come inside the castle. You were resting peacefully until you were captured, right?" Again the troll nodded its head.
"Harry! What are you doing? It wont understand you! It attacked me after five seconds of being in the same room as me!"
'Wow. Five? Lot longer patience than I have when it comes to Weasley.' Harry thought.
"Don't worry. I'll get you out of here safely. You don't have to be scared." The troll seemed to understand him.
"Harry! Don't be fooled! It'll attack right when you let your guard down! I'll protect you!" Ron shouted. He grabbed a handful of the rubble and threw it at the troll. It turned around and was readying to attack him.
Harry looked back at Ginny, she had just gotten the unconscious Seamus out of the way. Now, she was trying to summon the body of Dean over.
"No! Don't hurt him!" Harry called out. The troll stopped and looked at him. "He's just being an idiot. I know that it's hard, but try to ignore him. The troll didn't look happy about it, but he obeyed Harry's wishes.
"No! Don't! He's trying to fool you. I'll protect us!" Ron shouted. He waved his wand around frantically, high above his head. It looked like he was trying to poke someone's eye out. Sparks shot out of it and flew all over the room. Ron had no control of his magic what so ever. Each spark blew up a small portion of the already destroyed bathroom.
"See! I'm hurting him!" Ron proclaimed.
"Ron, if you want to live, shut up!" Ginny yelled. She had gotten Dean to her side. Ron saw her and glared murderously. Harry knew their charms were no longer being cast.
"So…the little death eater girl is still clinging to Harry is she?" He snarled.
"Ron…I am not clinging to Harry." The Weasley boy saw Neville and Hermione.
"And she's poisoned the minds of the mud blood and the squib too. Wonderful! Why haven't you gotten rid of them? They're a abomination of the wizarding world!"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. Had he gone delusional?
"They are prime examples of why only pureblooded magic is supreme! The mud blood is trying to fool everyone into thinking muggles can learn magic. But I see right through her! And the squib thinks that he will actually get anywhere in life? Hah! He can't even do magic!"
"Ron," Harry began darkly. "They were able to turn the match into a needle on the first class! You have yet to even do anything to it. Your matches apparently end up discarded across the entire school!"
"Who cares! School is stupid anyway! I'll be rich and famous even without school! My best friend is the boy who lived after all." He said with a grin.
Harry shook his head and let out a sigh filled with exasperation and annoyance. The boy was never going to learn. He then turned to the troll, who was sitting down, watching the show.
"I'll send you to the forbidden forest. You'll be safe there." The troll nodded happily. Harry waved his wand, and the troll rose from the floor. Harry gently directed him through the broken window, curtsey of Ron, and let him down at the forest's edge. The troll raised its club high towards him, turned around, and walked into the forest. It was now safe from Dumbledore.
"Harry! Ron said in slight annoyance. "Why'd you do that? We could have hung his head right over the Gryffindor fireplace!"
"Ron. I give up on you. You're lazy. You're selfish. You don't have any care about your future. Do you really think the world will hand you everything on a silver platter?"
"No! It'll be a golden one at least!" Ron shouted in happiness that Harry was finally understanding. Maybe Ginny's evil mind control could be dispelled! And then he could take his rightful place in Gryffindor!
"Ron, Hermione may be muggleborn, but she'll be far greater than you'll ever be. She could become minister of magic if she wanted. You on the other hand have no chance of graduating first year if you keep this up. And Neville is not a squib. He has far more magic and talent than you. He'll go far. Way farther than you. He can decide on anything he wants to do in the future. You'll be lucky if you even have a future."
"Of course I have a future! Everyone will line up for a chance to glimpse the best friend of the boy who lived."
"And what about Ginny? She has more magic than all of us! She is amazing. She can do anything she puts her mind to. She tries to help anyone who wants it. She is patient and curious about the world. She always wants to find out new things. She has accomplished so much and is only ten! She got into Hogwarts a year early because of her determination. I am glad to call her my best friend."
"A best friend who is dark and evil and is controlling your mind? Hah! Sorry Ginevra, but I am Harry's best friend. You're only using him."
"She's only using me? For what?"
"Your fame and money of course!"
"And you?"
"I'm your best friend!"
"What would have happened if I wasn't the boy who lived? Would you still be my best friend? What would have happened if I wasn't rich? If I wasn't famous? Would you still be my best friend?"
Before Ron had the chance to answer, the doors opened. In flew the staff.
"What happened here? Why aren't you all down in the Great Hall?" Minevra asked worried.
"I just defeated the troll and saved Harry and the school! Ron boasted proudly.
"And where is the defeated body of said troll Mr. Weasley?" Professor Flitwick asked logically.
"I-I was so great, that I disintegrated the body!" Ron answered.
"Yeah…sure…and Mr. Potter and Longbottom, Miss Weasley and Granger, what really happened?" The tiny wizard asked.
"Now, now Filius. I have no doubt that Mr. Weasley was telling the truth." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Mr. Weasley and his friends have no potential to destroy the body of a mountain troll what so ever." Snape said. "They cannot even heat up water in their cauldrons, much less disintegrate such a creature."
"Yes…they have not even bothered with any assignment I give." McGonagal added.
"Now…see here-" the Headmaster said, his eyes beginning to dim.
"We are asking the students who actually pay attention in class Albus." Professor Flitwick said sternly. Albus's eyes lost all twinkles.
"Well sir, we were going to stay in the hall like you asked. But then we saw Professor Quirrel going the opposite direction from the dungeons." Harry began.
We went after him to ask why. We followed him but soon we lost his trail. Then, we headed back down when we found the troll attacking Ron, Seamus, and Dean." Hermione continued.
"Harry talked to the troll while Ginny summoned Ron, Seamus, and Dean to her." Neville said.
"And then, Ron started acting up. He angered the troll by throwing rubble at it. But Harry was able to calm it down and used a levitation charm to send it into the forest." Ginny finished.
"Mr. Potter, I am ashamed. Why did you let it loose into the forest?" Dumbledore asked.
"Sir, I released it back into the wild. It will hopefully be able to take care of itself. I was mainly trying to get it away from Ron's fat mouth."
"Twenty points from Ravenclaw for disobeying orders!" Dumbledore commanded. Interesting how he didn't take points from Neville and Hermione, they were Gryffindor after all. He turned to Ron and said, "And twenty points to Gryffindor for protecting these foolhardy students." He turned, levitated the unconscious Dean and Seamus, and walked out, followed by a happy Ron and most of the staff.
McGonagal, Flitwick, and Snape stayed behind.
"We believe you." McGonagal said.
"There is no possible way a dunderhead like him could have destroyed a full grown mountain troll." Snape commented.
"And that'll be ten points to each of you for telling the truth. And forty from those three for lying to their teachers." Flitwick replied happily. "Excellent work on releasing the troll rather than leaving a mess for Mr. Filch to clean up."
They all left and headed to the Great Hall to finish their meals, looking forward to Dumbledore's face when he saw the points.
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"Okay Harry. Are you ready to learn about Quidditch?" Ginny asked once they were back in their common room. She had checked a Quidditch book out of the library since Harry loved to read.
"Sure am." Came the reply. Ginny opened the book.
"Okay. There are seven players on each team. There are usually reserve players as well for those who cannot play. There is three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper, and finally the Seeker."
"Three Chasers, a Keeper, two Beaters, and a Seeker…right?"
"Right. Now then, there are three types of balls and there are four total." She pointed to a picture of a large red one. "This is called the Quaffle. The Chasers handle the ball and try to throw it through one of the three hoops on either end. The Keeper, defends the hoops. It's ten points for each successful score."
"Okay. What are those?" Harry asked, pointing to a picture of two black spheres.
"These guys, are Bludgers. They soar around the field, trying to hit as many players as possible. The Beaters use bats to try and hit the Bludgers at the other team's players."
"Have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" Harry asked.
"A few have died in the world cups. But ninety nine percent of the time, it's just injuries." Ginny informed him. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, what's next?" He asked.
And the last player is the Seeker." She pointed to a golden walnut sized ball with wings. "The Seeker's job is to catch the Snitch. Once they do, their team gets a hundred and fifty points and the game ends."
"But then, doesn't it seem sort of pointless to have the other players if the Seeker gets a hundred and fifty points in one go?" Harry asked logically.
"I understand why you'd ask that. A lot of wizards never think about that. But anyway, the Snitch is wicked fast and nearly impossible to see. There is also seven hundred ways to make a Quidditch foul. And they are also the most targeted during games."
"I suppose that evens it out a bit but still…"
"I know. But that's the way Quidditch is. And we have a shot at becoming the youngest players in a century! First years are never even allowed to try out! We are the exception Harry! We need to show them what we can do!"
"But we'll still focus on our studies…right?" he asked. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Duh!" She smirked. "So, what position are you going to try out for?"
"I'm not sure yet. Seeker sounds fun…and so does Chaser."
"I'm going to tryout for Chaser. I'm small so that makes me pretty fast on a broom."
"You were the fastest at practice Ginny." He commented.
"Course I was!" She said making a pose. They laughed. "Now, let's get some sleep. Tryouts are tomorrow! And we don't want to upstage the others too much right?"
"Right." He said with a smile.
"You figure out what positions you want to try out for. And we'll discuss it in the morning on our jog."
They said goodnight to each other and fell asleep in their beds, awaiting what events would come in the morning.
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The morning light slowly crawled into the sky. Harry and Ginny were found jogging around the lake. They were doing seven laps now easy.
When they finished, Ginny asked the big question.
"So what position are you doing?" Harry smirked.
"You'll find out at the tryouts. And I haven't thought about it at all so don't try going through our memories."
Ginny pouted. "Prat." She muttered. They walked into the Great Hall and sat down to eat breakfast. They were the only ones there, not even the teachers had woken up yet. Soon, Hermione and Neville came down as well. Seeing that there was no one else around, they sat down to eat at the Ravenclaw table.
"So…are you guys ready?" Hermione asked.
"Sure am." They replied together.
"What are you trying out for?" Neville asked.
"I'm going for Chaser…but Harry wont tell what he's after." She fake glared at him.
"Tryouts are in two hours! You can learn to be patient."
"No way!" She played along.
"Well…um…Hermione and I are going to come down to watch you guys."
"Great! Thanks you guys!" Ginny said.
"We will need the support. The youngest that are trying out besides us are third years." Harry commented.
"I still cant believe you two could end up the youngest players in a century!" Hermione said excitedly.
"Could?" They asked together.
"Okay Mr. and Mrs. Cocky. Let's get you to finish your breakfast so you can get ready. Ravenclaw was forced to get the last tryout date so your team has the least amount of practice time. You need to be prepared." Hermione added. They all finished.
"Let's do this." Harry said.
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Two hours later, we find ourselves down at the Quidditch field. Hermione and Neville had the secrecy charms placed on them and were now hidden in the stands. The Ravenclaws wouldn't be too happy if they found out that Gryffindor was spying on them.
It had been kept secret that Harry and Ginny were trying out. Only the Ravenclaw captain, Mark DeGani, had been informed and had been sworn to secrecy. So naturally, the thirty other Ravenclaws that had shown up were surprised and a bit outraged that two first years were trying out.
Mark was obviously perfect for his role as a beater. He was large and muscular. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes that looked straight into your soul. His appearance was intimidating but he was nice.
If you made him mad however…look out for that bat he carried.
Mark shut them up when he threatened the next person to comment angrily at Harry and Ginny would be immediately kicked off the team, whether they were selected or not.
While everyone else was yawning and muttering sleepily. Harry and Ginny were wide awake, listening to every word the captain said.
"So I will be placing you through some basic drills first before we start the selection process. I want you all in groups of three. You will go around the pitch once, so I can see how well you can fly."
Soon three at a time were flying. Harry, Ginny, and an arrogant fifth year named Thomas Merkin were soaring together. The fifth year was trying to sabotage Harry and Ginny. He kept bumping into them, threatening to knock them off the horrid school brooms they had borrowed.
Harry and Ginny had the last laugh however, when a perfectly timed dodge sent Merkin crashing into one of the audience towers surrounding the field.
When they landed, everyone was gaping at them. A few of Merkin's pals were stomping over to lash at them. Mark sent them muttering onto the stands, along with the others who had lost their chance by threatening Harry and Ginny. After all that had been forced away, only twenty remained. But only six of them could stay.
"Okay then…now I want you all to separate into the position you are going to try out for. I am a Beater so there will be only one of you that will be that position. Beaters to my far left. Keepers to my near left. Chasers to my far right. And Seekers to my near right. Now…separate!"
It was a traffic jam. Everyone was trying to push each other out of the way to get to their spot. Harry and Ginny showed their Ravenclaw minds by walking around the massive crowd.
Soon enough, everyone had found there spot. Ginny looked at the Beaters. Eight muscular teens stood. Many of them looking arrogant and cocky. Ginny could see the one who did not stand like the others. He stood, listening to the captain. Not joking around. He was sure to get the position, talent or no talent. She looked at Mark, he seemed to be thinking the exact same thing.
Harry was not in the group of Beaters. So she looked to the Keepers. Three stood, facing the captain. One female. The other two male. They looked like they'd all be very good at blocking but they did not seem arrogant like a few Beater wanna-bees she could mention. Harry was yet again not in that group.
She looked to the group of Seekers. There stood four teens in all. Once again, this group was a mixture. Some looked arrogant. Some looked humble. One girl stood out. She had long black hair. She was very pretty, but Ginny saw something in her eyes. Greed, desire. She could not tell what it was. But there was something in them. She was looking at something, something right next to her. Ginny turned.
It was Harry.
"H-Harry?" she stuttered.
"G-Ginny." He laughed.
"You're going for chaser too?"
"Sure am. That way we can work together even more."
"But I thought you were leaning more towards Seeker."
"I was thinking about it. Really hard. My final choices were Seeker or Chaser. I read that book some more and I fell asleep in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I was on the page of Chaser. That was when I made my choice."
"Well…er…congrats. We will be the chasers."
"You two? Hah! Don't make me laugh." Came a voice from behind them. They turned around and found two seventh years towering over them. These guys were huge. They looked like they were on steroids. Ginny saw a boy who looked very shy standing near them. He looked like a twin of one of the beaters.
"You don't have what it takes to be chasers." Said the guys pal. "I don't know what Flitwick was thinking, letting you two babies try out."
"And who are you?" Harry asked.
"I'm Sam Darwon." Said the taller of the two.
"And I'm Harold Yelit" Said the more muscular of the two. "And little kids aren't allowed on our team."
"Interesting, you're only brave enough to talk to us while Mark is on the other side of the field." Ginny said.
"Please! I can't even figure out why that crackpot of a teacher made Mark captain, with us being so much better players." Harold snorted.
"Mark is way better than you two!" Harry shouted.
"This is his first year as captain! And he got onto the team just last year. We've been on this team for five years!" Sam said.
"Our pal Josh graduated last year so he's not the captain anymore!" Sam whined. "And he's always been the captain!"
"So the only reason you've been on the team was because this Josh kept playing favorites." Ginny commented darkly.
"No! We've been on the team for so long cause we are completely awesome!" Harold boasted.
"Well then…if you're so good, how come Ravenclaw's come in dead last for the past five years, ever since this Josh has been captain?" Harry asked.
"That's cause the other teams always cheated!" Sam threatened. "They always played unfair! The judges always played favorites too! But Josh is gone now! And we're going to uphold the traditions he's made for this team!"
"That stupid Mark's put our team of five years in the stands!" Harold muttered. "We aren't going anywhere. And we're not going to let some stupid kids mess up our team!"
"Let's see how well you can do when the captain's not playing favorites." Ginny said as Mark came to try out the Chasers.
"Okay, so we've got the Beaters picked. Now we'll do you. Each of you will go one at a time. You will try to shoot the Quaffle into the hoops. You'll get ten tries. Understand?"
"Why do we have to do all this nonsense?" Sam snapped.
"It's two seventh years against two first years. It's clear who is better." Harold snarled.
"Well then…you two shouldn't have any problems." Mark answered. "We will let Sam go first."
"Fine!" He said darkly. He got on his broom and soared up into the sky with the Quaffle. He sped towards the hoops. He threw the ball. It soared straight to the right. It wasn't anywhere near the hoops.
"That's one down. You still have nine chances left." Mark called out.
"Shut up!" Sam yelled. The second throw. It veered to the left.
Third throw it banged against the pole…thirty feet below the hoops. Fourth throw…it wasn't even worth describing.
Fifth, it was the first to actually come close. The sixth throw…there wasn't any power in it.
Seventh , it soared past the side of the hoop. Eighth, it banged against the top of the golden hoop.
Ninth. It actually soared into the goal. The tenth wasn't as lucky as its predecessor.
"And Sam finishes with a total of one point."
"No fair! Give me another go!"
"You've had your try!" Mark yelled back at him. "Harold…you're up!"
Harold Yelit soared into the air. Like his pal, he did not do very well.
The first four shots weren't even close.
The fifth made it into the hoop. The sixth was shot at Mark, who dodged with ease.
On the seventh, Harold dropped the ball before he even threw it. The eighth scored.
The ninth was sent flying backwards. Harold was so mad he slammed the ball straight at the flying forms of Harry and Ginny.
Like Mark, they dodged the poorly thrown ball aimed way off its target. That was declared the tenth shot.
"And Harold finishes with two points." Mark announced.
"Like they could do any better!" Harold snarled.
"Let's see. Ginny…you're up!" Mark yelled as he passed the ball to her.
Ginny was a perfect Chaser. She shot straight past everything. She was a blur. No one could even see her until she stopped. The first goal was made in less than a second. Everyone's mouth was dropped open. Except for Harry. He already knew that that wasn't even close to how fast Ginny could fly.
The second was just as fast as the first, as was the third. The both made their mark and Ginny found herself with three points in less than ten seconds.
The fourth came blazing by. As did the fifth and sixth. The seventh, was the first one Ginny threw that didn't make its mark. It was made up by the last three shots.
"And Ginny finishes with nine points!" Mark called out, amazed at the first year. "And now…our last Chaser…Harry!"
Harry caught the ball as he flew towards his position. He stared at the three hoops. They stood so innocently. Waiting. Harry knew what he had to do. He shut his eyes and soared straight. The wind rushed past his face, messing up his already messy hair. The time to throw was coming. He could count down the seconds.
Five…four…three…two…one…he threw it.
His eyes opened. There was the red ball…soaring clearly through the sky…and flawlessly fell into the middle hoop.
All was silent. Harry soared down and picked up the ball. He needed two more points to win. He flew back to his position. Once more, he flew…this time…with his eyes open. He shot…and it bounced loudly off the pole. He had eight more tries to score two points. He soared and threw it the third time. It missed once more. Fourth he scored. He was tied with Harold. He could not let that happen. He was going to change that. He needed just one more point. There were six more chances to prove himself.
He could not lose. He would not lose.
On the fifth throw…it was just about to land into the hoop, when suddenly it veered to the right. Harry looked around. Something was wrong here. He was Mark glaring around suspiciously as well. The sixth throw it went straight, when suddenly, it turned around and tried to hit him! He quickly dodged.
"Okay! That is enough! Sam! Harold! Stop!" Mark roared.
"He's so obviously not right for the team!" Harold yelled.
"He's only made two scores!" Sam added.
"One more than you! And if you two would stop waving your wands around, Harry would be scoring every time! Hand them over to me!"
"What!"
"No way!"
"NOW!" Mark screamed. He wrestled for their wands.
"Get off!"
"We need those to stop him from scoring!"
"Mark! Look!" Ginny yelled.
All three of them stopped fighting. A red dot flew through the air. It soared gracefully. And landed clean into a hoop of gold.
"NO!" Both Harold and Sam yelled. They aimed their wands at Harry."
"Cru-" They yelled.
"Stupefy!" Mark yelled.
"Stupefy!" Ginny screamed.
The two stunners sailed right into the two. They fell off their brooms. Mark caught them at the last second.
Flitwick was running onto the pitch.
"What's going on here!" He asked sternly as he saw the two unconscious bodies.
"They tried to use a Unforgivable on Harry!" Mark yelled. Flitwick grabbed their wands and checked them. His eyes held a raging fire when he looked up.
"They're going straight to Azkaban. And all over a position in a game. Pathetic!" He levitated the two bodies. "Is Harry alright?"
"I'm fine professor." He said as he flew down.
"I am glad you are safe. I will be taking these two to the headmaster. You continue the tryouts. You wont have to worry about these two anymore." He turned around and left.
"Harry! Are you okay?" Ginny shrieked as she ran to hug him.
"I'm alright. Thanks to you and Mark."
"I'm really sorry Harry. Those two have always been stupid gits. But this…"
"No one's hurt. That's all that matters." Harry said. "Now…lets finish the tryouts."
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Thirty minutes later the team had been decided.
Beaters were Mark DeGani and Greg Martin. Keeper was Lucy Splia. Chasers were Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, and the shy boy named Paul Martin. And the Seeker was the pretty girl Ginny had seen staring at Harry. Something was stirring inside of her stomach.
Ginny Weasley learned a new thing that day. Jealousy.
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Wow! So much has happened in this chapter. The troll was released into the wild. Ron is still a complete idiot and doesn't understand that Harry is not his friend. The Quidditch tryouts were insane so what about the actual matches? And now we have finally broken the eighty thousand word wall!
And now…spoilers of the next chapter! Think about what could happen now!
Could the Quidditch match be next? And what about the stone? Do the challenges below and find out next chapter!
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Challenges
1. What will they do about the stone?
2. Will Dumbledore find out the stone is gone?
3. Will any of the staff find out the stone is gone? If so…who?
See you all next chapter.
SuperXBrother.