(Author's Note – Hi guys, how have you been?. I have a job now so I will be working. Unfortunately for you guys, Updates will be slower than usual now but rest assured you will still get your chapters as usual. Now, this chapters will have the Quidditch try outs so let's see if Sophie can make the Quidditch team. Fingers crossed. Now on with the story. The chapter will start on Friday just to save confusion. As before, I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!)

Last time: Sophie quite enjoy watching Ron get burned by his mother voiced in a letter of an howler. She laughed at Harry while he was dragged through the school by Professor Gulderoy Lockhart but didn't enjoy defence against the dark arts when Lockhart launched Cornish pixies at them, causing chaos throughout the class. But Sophie started to hear voices inside her head. They claimed to be Sophie's Mum and Dad.

I woke up and looked at the clock. Today was Saturday, the day of the Quidditch try outs. I jumped out of bed and I grabbed my clothes and I took off for the bathroom. I take a good, long look ay the mirror and my hair, well, still looks like an mess. I could never tame it long enough to actually make it looked good, with it being curly and all. I changed into my Gryffindor uniform and took off for the great hall.

Is that an Gryffindor tie?

"Yes." I said to the male voice who is claiming to be my dad.

And the room colours are Red and Gold. The colours of... GRYFFINDOR!

"Oh Really? Haven't notice." I said to my claimed mum.

But what happened to Slytherin? The all-pureblood house?

"The hat said I wasn't evil enough for Slytherin. Either that or I was too quiet for Slytherin."

Your friends must be, Half-bloods, Blood-traitors and Mudbloods. They are the worst kind in our world.

"Saying shit about my friends?" I said crossed. "They're great people and much better than the snotty'-nosed, money loving, stuck-up Slytherins."

But what happened to being cunning? What happened to marring Zanbini?

"Marry Blaise Zanbini?" I questioned these voices. "I admit Blaise is an cutie but I rather marry an troll than an Slytherin." Just before I left the common room, I had a look at the noticeboard to see if there's anything about Quidditch.

Try-outs will be today after lunch. The people who have signed up, please come down to the Quidditch field. People will be tested based on their abilities. Brooms will be provided. Thank you and good luck to all.

Oliver Wood

Uh-oh. Today? I think my stomach just added an ton. I left the common room feeling a little unease. I walked down to the great hall, legs feeling like jelly. When I arrived, I raced over to my friends who were already transverse in the beautiful game of Quidditch. I sat down next to Harry who looked ready to go for anything.

"Morning Sophie." Said Ron.

"Morning Ron, Harry, Hermione." I said.

"Try-out are today." He added.

"Yeah, I know." I said.

"How?" Harry asked me.

"Because I'm t-trying out." I whispered nut just enough for the three of them to hear.

"Sophie. Wow, didn't you were going to try out." Ron said to me, amazed by it all.

"Yeah, I signed up last week." I said.

"Well, at least I won't be alone when something bad happens." Harry said. Don't say that, now something bad will happen. I never believed in things happing but I don't feel like taking an chance.

"Well, I hope I'll make it on the team but if I don't, oh well." I said. After breakfast, I went back to the common room to get my books when I just happened to bumped into my other red-head friend, Ginny Wealsey.

"Ginny!" I beamed to her. She looked up and I can see bags under her eyes. Looks like she hasn't been sleeping.

"Oh. Hey Sophie." She said.

"Enjoying Hogwarts?" I asked her. I think that should get her going.

"Oh, It's... been good." She answered.

"That's great to hear." I said, a little confused at the way Ginny's acting. Then I see an black faded book on top of her school books. It looked different, definitely not apart of her books.

"What's that?" I said, pointing at the book.

"Oh, t-that's... um... A diary!" Ginny stuttered out. "Yeah, a diary."

"Oh ok." I said. "Mind if I have a look?" I asked her as I reached for the book but Ginny pulled back.

"NO!" She shouted. "I-I mean... It's private." She added. Then we heard the bell ring out and I see Ginny bolted towards class and she didn't even say good-bye. I raced back to the common room, grabbed my books and took off for class. Charms was always an great class but this one was even better. Ron's wand was still malfunctioning so for some bizarre reason, it shot itself out of his hand and hitting tiny old Professor Flitwick squarely between the eyes, creating a large, throbbing green boil where it had struck. Ouch.

...

Lunch has arrived and I was scared as ever. Try-outs were after lunch. I had to put on this old, Gryffindor team uniform which just fits me. The pants makes my bum stick out. I already got some whistles from some of the boys and this is making me uncomfortable. I slipped out of the great hall and I tried to get to the Quidditch pitch but I ran into Hermione, which I assume she was returning from the library.

"Hey." She said to me.

"Hey." I said.

"You ready?" She asked me.

"Um... I-I'm nervous but besides that, I'm good." I answered her as I went on ahead but I was stopped when Hermione stepped out on front me and put two hands on my shoulders.

"Sophie." She said. I stood there, waiting for her to speak.

"Please be careful. Quidditch is an dangerous sport. Not only do you have to worry about getting through the match, you got to watch out for the opposition, bludgers and the beaters. They'll stop at nothing to get you hurt and I don't want you to get hurt." She said to me.

"I know but I can't stopped myself." I said to her. "If I can't take a hit, there's no way I'll make it on the team."

"Sophie." Hermione said.

"Hermione. I'll be fine. I promise." I said, smiling.

"Hermione." A voice shouted out. I smirked at Hermione. I know who it is.

"Help me." She said to me.

"Nope. You're on your own." I said as I left her in the mercy of Manuel. He started hugging her, making her go red all over her face. I smirked at her as I left. She doesn't like him, but eventually people will start thinking they are an couple. I entered the grounds and the nerves came back in a big way. As I got closer, the knot in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I eventually arrived and I see newbies getting brooms handed out to them by the team. I walked up and get my broom handed out to me by an tall and burly sixth-year. I took my place next to some fifth and sixth years. I'm guessing I'm the only one from second year that sign up. Harry joins me.

"You nervous?" He asked me.

"Yes." I managed to squeak out.

"Don't worry." He said. "The feeling's mutual." I nodded at him as the same boy that my broom from started to speak up.

"Hello." He said. "For those that don't know me, my name is Oliver Wood. I'm the captain of the team. Now, today's the traditional try-outs." He sounded professional.

"We'll be looking for people that can excel in this type of sport. We are testing you on your abilities to not only ride a broom, but what you can bring to the team. Now, you have been put into groups of three based on the position you are going for. By the end of today, only one from each group will be selected for the team. Now, mount your brooms and let's get started. " He said. Everyone got on their brooms and took off the ground. I had a look at mine. I was starting to have second thoughts about this. I jumped into my broom and took off and joined two other boys who were going for chaser.

"we all here?" A girl asked. "Good. My name's Angela Johnson and I am one of the chaser. Now, this ball is called the Quaffle. This is the ball that we need to the scores goals. We, as the chasers, must get the quaffle threw these three hoops." She said as she pointed toward three long poles at the end of the pitch.

"The middle one is worth ten points. The two on the side is worth five points. So we settled?" Angela asked. The three of us nodded.

"Ok, let me get your names." She said.

"Matthew Stuart." A boy said. Sixth year.

"Emily Kelly." A fifth year girl said.

"Sophie Lestrange." I said which cause gasps from two of them.

"Nice to meet you all." She said. "Now, this will be done by an points system. The person with the most points will be selected." She took off for the hoops and we follow her. I saw Hermione sit in the stands next to Ron and she gave me an glare. I'm going to know about this.

"Ready? Let's go." She said and she took off for the post on the right-hand side of the pitch. I immediately followed by the other wannabe chasers and Angela stopped halfway, allowing us to catch up.

"What we're going to do is that I'm going to past you the Quaffle and you are going to shoot for the hoops." She said and took off, stopping about quarter-way. "Stuart, You go first." He took off, received the pass from her and took a shot the posts. Boy, it was ugly, it didn't look like going in.

"Ok, bad luck, Stuart." She said. "Kelly, you're next." She took off as Stuart re-joined me. Kelly took a shot and she just got five points.

"Not Bad, Kelly. Lestrange." She called me out and I took off, I received the pass from Johnson and I had the shot. Nailed it, through the middle hoop.

"Well done, Lestrange." She said to me. We kept going and going. Stuart scored twenty points (One ten and two fives), Kelly scored thirty points (Two tens and two fives) and I got forty-five points (Four tens and one five). I continued to get cheers from Ron and Hermione. I'm doing my chances no harm.

"Alright, let's amp up the difficultly." She said and the keeper, who was Wood, appeared right in front of us. "Let's see if you with an keeper trying to stop you." Ok, here we go. Stuart went first and Wood repelled him, same with Kelly. Me, I took off towards him, lofted the ball over his head, quickly gathered the ball back in and score an goal. I did it again and again. An hour later, the try-outs were over. I landed with the rest of the team and other people trying out. I was pooped. I was dead tired. They started calling out, one keeper, one defender, one beater and it was time.

"Now chasers. Angela." Wood said to bed.

"Well, the three of you went well but only one stood out very well." Angela said and then handed out a jersey out to me.

"Welcome to the team, Sophie." She said. YES! I did it. I'm on the team. Harry raced over to me and gave me an hug.

"Well done." He said but realise what he was doing and let go. We were both blushing like hell. "You made it.

"Yeah, that's good." I said to him.

"Alright, now we have our new team. Now... What? Oh, I don't believe it." Wood said. I turned around and the Slytherin team show up. What the hell they were doing here.

"What are you doing here, Flint?" Oliver asked him. Flint was skinny, he had black hair and his face was ugly.

"Quidditch Practice." Flint answered. We were join by Ron and Hermione. She gave me the worst death stare. I gripped my broom tightly, ready for the backlash from her.

"That's funny." Wood said. "I remember booking the Quidditch pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy Wood, I've got a note." Flint said and gave an piece of Parchment and Wood grabbed it, opened it and started to read.

"I, Professor Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch pitch, owing the need to train their new seeker." Wood said. "You got a new seeker, Who? He asked. And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all his pale, pointed face. My eyes widened with shock, It was my cousin, Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, clearly he is as shocked as me.

That's right, and that's all that's new this year." He sais and they shoved all their brooms in front of them. They looked brand new.

"Those are Nimbus two-thousand and ones." Ron exclaimed. "Where did you get those?"

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint answered. That would be right.

"You see, Wealsey. Unlike some, my father can afford the best." He said.

"Al least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione spoke up. Oh, snap. Back that up, Cousin.

"No one ask your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." Malfoy spat at her which causes gasps from everyone. Hermione looked ready to cry. She looked disturbed by the remark.

"How dare you called my friend that name, Malfoy! You apologise to her, right now!" I shouted at him.

"What are you going to do about it, Blood-Traitor?" Oh, I'll show you. I started to pull my wand out of my uniform, getting ready to hex him but Ron beat me to it.

"You pay for that one, Malfoy." Ron said, pulling his wand out. "Eat slugs." He shouted but his wand backfired, hitting him and throwing him to the ground. We all, expect the Slytherins, raced over to him.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Hermione asked him. He didn't look so well.

"Say something." I said to him. Then he started throwing up slugs. Oh god, forget that I ask that, then a flash, Colin.

"Wow, can you turned him around Harry?" He asked.

"No, Colin. Get out of the way." Harry said as me and him pulled Ron up from the ground. "Let's take him to Hagrid's. He'll know what to do." He said and then we raced into the grounds, towards the edge of the forest. Hagrid's hut came into view as we carried Ron around.

"Nearly there, Ron." Hermione said. "You'll be all right... almost there." We were within of Hagrid's house when the front door opened, but it wasn't Hagrid, it was Gulderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out.

"Quick, behind here!" Harry hissed, Dragging Ron behind a bush with me following him. Hermione stood there, staring at him. I grabbed her and pulled her behind the bush, putting a hand on her mouth to stop a sound coming out because she landed on top of me.

"It's a simple matter if you know what's your doing." Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid. "If you need help, you know where I am. I'm surprised you haven't already got one. I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, goodbye." And he strode away towards the castle. I pushed Hermione of me and looked at her, annoyed that she would've given us away to that stuck-up teacher. We waited until Lockhart was out of sight, then pulled Ron out and I knocked on Hagrid's door urgently. Hagrid appeared at once, looking very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw who we were.

"Been wondering when you lot were coming to see me – come in, come in – thought you might have been Professor Lockhart back again." Hagrid said. Harry and Hermione supported Ron inside, I entered last and we went straight over the threshold, into the one-roomed cabin, which had an enormous bed in one corner, a fire crackling merrily in another. Hagrid didn't seem perturbed by Ron' slug problem which Harry hastily explained as he lowered Ron into a chair. "What's wrong with Ron?" He asked.

"A curse backfired." Harry said. "He's now spewing slugs."

"Oh dear, well, this calls for specialist treatment." Hagrid said cheerfully, plonking a large copper basin in front of Ron. "Nothing to do expect wait for it to stop, I'm afraid." He said as Ron barfed up another slug.

"Better out than in. Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?" Hagrid asked.

"Malfoy." Harry said. "He called Hermione a... well I don't know exactly know it is." He added. Hermione stood up and walk over to the fireplace, looking distort. I was worried about her, damn it Malfoy. I'm going to get you for this.

"He called me a Mudblood." Hermione said. There was a grasp from Hagrid.

"He did not." He said.

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked.

"It means dirty blood." Hermione stated. "Mudblood is a really foul name for someone that is muggleborn, someone with non-magical parents, someone like me. It's not something you hear in civilized conversion." Hermione said with tears building up in her eyes. I stood up from my seat and walked over to her and held her hand. She looked up at me and she rested her head on my shoulder, crying.

"That's okay. Let it all out." I said to her, pulling her into an hug, resting her head into the crook of my neck

"You see, Harry." Hagrid said. "There's some families, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone because they are pure-blood."

"That's Horrible." Harry said. Then Ron barfed out another slug, causing us to have an look at him.

"It's Disgusting." Ron said.

"And it's Codswallop to boot. Dirty blood. Why there is a wizard alive today who isn't half-blood or less." Hagrid said. "More to the point, they yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do." He said with made Hermione blush.

"Come here." He gestured her over to him. I let go of her, she walked over and he took her hand.

"Don't you think about it. Don't you think on it for one minute." He said to her. It made Hermione smile. Hagrid always had a heart of gold. I can see Hermione now didn't care about what Malfoy said. Then Ron dropped the bucket holding the slugs onto the floor.

"Watch it!" He roared, pulling Ron away from his precious pumpkins. She came back to me, looking a little better.

"Earlier, were you upset at me because I left you alone with Manuel?" I asked her.

"Not really." Hermione answered. "I was worried though, I thought that you were going to get hurt."

"Yeah, but I wasn't hurt." I said to her. "I made the team."

"Well done." She said, smiling at me.

"Thank you." I said.

"If you abandon me again, I will stop helping you with your work." She said to me.

"What sort of threat was that?" I said to her as I laughed at her. She started to laugh back.

"What's funny?" Harry asked, still attending to Ron. He was still spewing slugs.

"Oh, nothing much." I answered.

"You tried out for the Quidditch team, Sophie?" Hagrid asked me.

"Yes." I answered.

"Well? How did you go?" He asked

"I made the team." I answered him.

"Come here." He said as he shot up and pulled me into an massive hug. "Well done." He said. Okay, starting to squeeze the life out of me.

"T-thanks, Hagrid." I squealed out. "Can you..."

"OH, sorry, Sophie." He apologised to me.

"Don't worry." I said as I tried to regain what's left of my breath.

(Author's Note – There we go. Now updates will probably be weekly, depending on how much time I have every day. Hope you enjoy it. The Quidditch scene doesn't look perfect but I hope that's alright for you guys. Next time, Sophie confronts Draco, hangs out with Neville and Hermione, and the writing on the wall. Blaise Zanbini will make his first appearance in this story as well as, possibly, Pansy Parkinson. Next chapter will start on the weekend. Any mistakes I 'll fix it up tomorrow, or when I can be bothered. Like and review if you have any questions. Until next time, Kizzard245 out!)