Hello Readers! A million and one thank you's to my reviewers! Please do review, it's great encouragement to continue writing! Here goes my first attempt at writing about some Quidditch! Please enjoy chapter 2!

I do not own Harry Potter

We dived into the Potters' broom shed (which was big enough to be a house). James proudly showed us his precious Nimbus 1700 which the others admired whilst I smirked. Sirius had an impressive Silver Arrow. Remus had an old Cleansweep 2. Peter didn't have a broom and borrowed James' old Comet 140. The expressions on James', Sirius' and Peter's faces when I displayed my Nimbus 1800 was hilarious. Their jaws dropped comically and their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Top class agarwood, 0-70 in 9 seconds without a decent tail-wind of course." I smirked.

James reached a trembling hand out to touch the world's newest broomstick. "Now shall we begin?" I prompted. We called Mr Potter out to join us on his Cleansweep 4. We warmed up by racing laps around the pitch and tossing a quaffle between us. It wasn't long before we were all wide awake and ready to play.

Mr Potter, James and Peter formed one team: The Golden Stags. They chose their name after Mr Potter's impressive herd of deer. Remus, Sirius and I joined forces to become The Howling Wolves, the team named for obvious reasons.

Mr Potter and Remus flew to take up their positions as keepers. Sirius, James, Peter and I would play as chasers. There weren't enough players to have a seeker or beaters for each team.

I pulled my hair back into a long ponytail to keep it out of my way and mounted my broom. James caught the quaffle first. He raced up the field, dodging past Sirius and me. I swerved in front of him and wrestled the quaffle from his grip, quickly passing it to Sirius who easily avoided Peter and threw it at the middle hoop. Mr Potter dived for the quaffle and diverted it away from the hoop.

I sighed in disappointment and pulled a face at Sirius. This time, Peter managed to get a hold of the quaffle. He held it for approximately 4 seconds before Sirius teased it from between his fingers and passed it to me. James flew in front of me, caught the quaffle and shot the first goal of the match.

"10-0 to the Golden Stags!" shouted Mrs Potter. I grinned, I hadn't even noticed that she was there!

I was next to score, blasting the quaffle through the left hoop so fast that it was little more than a blur.

We continued playing Quidditch for another hour. The Golden Stags won by 20 points. We sauntered into the enormous dining room and gobbled down a delicious meal of roast beef followed by pavalova cooked by the Potters' House Elves.

That night, we all crowded around the precious book in James' bedroom. Sirius opened the book and we read in uninterrupted silence, the only noise being our breathing and the occasional turning of a page.

Eventually we reached the end of chapter 1.

"Well guys, looks like we have to finish listing our traits". James said.

"Em, well, I guess I'm quite cowardly and nervous. I blend in", Peter admitted with a shrug. We nodded, at least he was being honest.

"I'm a little bit arrogant", James and Sirius said at the same time. We all burst out laughing.

"A little?" Remus shrieked, howling with laugher.

"All right, a lot", they corrected.

"I'm insecure", Remus confessed.

"I can be insecure too. I worry a lot and over think things", I said.

"I'm loud", Sirius said slowly. We all giggled again.

"You can say that again!" James quipped.

"All right! I'm loud!" Sirius repeated, a grin forming on his handsome features.

"Be serious!" Remus groaned, before noticing his mistake.

"But Moony, I'm ALWAYS Sirius!" Sirius cackled, throwing his head back and barking with laughter. We all sighed.

It had been harder than we had thought it would be. We began guessing what our forms would be, even though the book didn't tell us to.

"I think that I'll be something really magnificent", James envisioned, "Like a lion!"

"I think I'll be a follower, maybe something smaller, less noticeable", Peter thought aloud, "maybe something like a… I don't know".

"A sheep?" Sirius offered unhelpfully. Peter blushed.

"Oh Merlin, I hope not! Moony would eat me!"

"I think I'll be something that can stand up for themselves, just like I can, perhaps a…fox or a leopard". I pondered.

"I'll obviously be something really cool!" Sirius proclaimed arrogantly. "A bear! Or…a tiger! Or even better-a shark!"

"Hate to break it to you, mate, but If you were a shark you'd have some trouble helping Moony!" James pointed out.

"And moving" I added.

"And breathing", Remus smirked.

"Oh yeah, I didn't think about that one!" Sirius laughed.

"You never think!" I interjected.

"Hey! I'll get you for that one!" Sirius retorted before tossing the nearest pillow at me. I ducked and grinned. Bring it on! I grabbed another pillow and flung it at Sirius who dodged it. It hit James in the face. He clambered to his feet frowning before tossing it at Remus. Remus protested indignantly as the pillow hit his middle. He narrowed his eyes and growled before hurling a cushion at Peter.

A pillow war ensued. I began throwing some of my own. A cushion hit me in the face and a snort of laughter told me that it was from James. I whirled around as glared at him before violently flinging a pillow at the guilty boy. With Quidditch reflexes, he outstretched his arm, easily seizing the offending cushion. He casually launched my own ammunition against me but I ducked and it hit Sirius who looked extremely offended for James "wrecking his beautiful hair".

Twenty minutes later we were collapsed in a pile of arms, legs and giggles. I quickly glanced at the contents of the book before heading to bed.

CHAPTER 2: THE BOND BETWEEN THE BODY, MIND AND SOUL