People look up to me, but I feel weak, Voldemort, he is not dead yet, I don't know from where he will strike, but this year he will attempt something else, I have told the twins to keep an eye out along with me in Gryffindor, and Terry agreed to help me in Ravenclaw, thing is, I don't have anyone inside Hufflepuff.
I have tried before to befriend a Hufflepuff, but they are too tight knit together, they don't let me approach for ling without me feeling slightly threatened by the upper years. Even if Susan Bones would be a good to the group.
Mark and Colin, the two followers within my own house, the first looks up to me as a protector, the second is a fan, I've tried to get him out of that, my success hasn't been notable.
Luna, she is still odd, still my friend, she said she would help Terry, and her classmate, Mel, she and I hit it off, her interest in runes is as big as mine, and she is also a half-blood, I have had plenty fun discussing with her.
The house elf has yet to return, but it is only the second week of school, I expect him to try something during my quidditch trials just as he did the morning I boarded the Hogwarts express, Wesley boy shoved me away as I was passing through and it was him that got stuck in the muggle side of the barrier, Dobby thought it was me, I told his parents, but he was gone by the time they got back to platform 10.
I hope, for his sake, that he doesn't ruin my Nimbus, nothing gets between me and flying.
*September 6, 1992*Quidditch pitch*
"Who let the second years in here?" Madam Hooch asked from her place next to Oliver wood, the captain for the Gryffindor team.
"Look at Katie, she, Angelina and Alicia are the best team we've had, Vanessa just didn't click like they do, and Carl told me that Charlie joined on his second year too; of the current team, only I didn't join in my second year"
"A pity, you're the best keeper the school has seen since I was young," Hooch muttered.
"Right, there aren't many of you, and I suppose most of you want the seeker position" many nods, none more eager that Harry's, "You will go last, everyone else is trying out for chaser?" they nodded, "Form teams of tree, you'll go against the crimson flyers, the one that holds on to the quaffle for longer will be considered, if any of your formations last longer than the flyers then you make the team."
It took most of three hours to get the chaser try-outs out of the way, even though Oliver kept the times to no longer than five minutes, and no one managed to keep a possession of the quaffle for longer than Angelina, Alicia and Katie.
"Don't let it discourage you, children, keep practicing, maybe next year," Hooch tried to cheer the children up, but it was not very effective.
"Now, procedure for seekers is very different," Wood took a deep breath, "I need all of the helper-seekers to leave the pitch, useful you might be, right now our team needs speed," more than half of the group left, downtrodden at that.
Harry looked around, noticing that only thin people with Comets 260, 300 or Nimbuses, stayed on the pitch, Harry was no exception.
"There is a muggle sport called golf, a player hits a ball with a club to send it as far as he can, that I how I am going to try you, I, along with Fred and George, will send balls roughly the size of the snitch flying, the five of you that catch the most will go to the next part, after that we will release a snidget, not a golden one, but a black one, the five of you will try to catch it, the one to do it will join the team."
Oliver took three clubs out of a pouch on his hip, handed two of them to Fred and George, ordered the seeker-hopefuls to mount their brooms, and swung hard, sending the ball all the way to the other side of the pitch.
Harry kept track of it with his eyes, going straight at it rather than following the decadent line as most other did, physics was a good thing to know, even if it did not apply nearly as much with magic.
This started a competition between everyone else and Harry; they started to follow him as he shot to catch as much golf ball as he could, the competition was stiff and more than once Harry was overtaken and beaten to the golf balls, but overall he was one of the top five when the 150 balls were shot.
By then it was him, Fay Dunbar, a fellow second year, two third years and an OWL year, all of them with at least twenty catches, Harry with twenty nine, the most out of all, followed by one of the third years, then Fay.
"I will release the snidget now, it is trained to stand on the shoulder of the first one that touches it, so don't grab it, they are delicate things, the snidgets" Oliver went to the cage with said bird and opened it. The snidget flew about the cage for a moment before shooting off towards the other side of the pitch, the players hot on it's tail.
Lesson time, children; a flying broomstick, by itself will only hover or follow its path set by either inertia or momentum, this is because the runes applied during manufacturing don't let it move on its own, unlike auto-cleaning mops and brooms. They will of the rider is what allows it to move, but it has many limitations, most of them not understood by wizards because the only ones that went into muggle science were the ones that went into curse-breaking or enchanting, the main one was aerodynamics, followed shortly by physics.
A broom in itself was aerodynamic, having a very small surface when facing the wind, but the human is not aerodynamic unless it was falling in a standing position. The broom allowed the rider to lay down on it, increasing the reachable speed. This was not accounting for Einstein's law of mass and energy, the faster you move, the heavier you get, making it harder to move, the human could stand up to five times the earth's gravity before passing out, at 400km/s, a speed only the fastest of brooms, a Japanese, experimental one, could break, a human rider was almost guaranteed to either slip off the broom, die because of crushed organs, or pass out when cornering, leading to the first scenario. Most brooms were limited by the ICW to 200m/h
The reasons even squibs could ride brooms was because it was latent magic that pushed the broom, with the will to be faster, and with a rider powerful enough, even the slowest of brooms could stay at its top speed for an hour.
Nimbus brooms, the fastest in the British markets, could reach 100m/h, at that speed, tunnel vision was an issue, and you could hardly see anything that was not in front of you. When three people in brooms that reached that speed flew in a group, it was not a surprise to Oliver Wood and Madam Hooch when the three hit one another the first time the snidget turned, letting the two riding the Comets 300 catch up.
"Potter and Dumbar have talent, Smith does too" Hooch commented, the latter of the tree was leading the other Comet, not letting the rider take the lead, and he caught up more to the Numbuses with each turn.
"Yeah, Smith and Potter would be neck and neck if Smith had a Nimbus," Harry was ahead by half a broom, hugging the stick with the legs straight.
"Reminds me of how his father used to fly, he was a very aggressive chaser, James Potter."
"He looks more like Charlie from when Amanda managed to get me a permit to come to a match"
Right then the snidget started a dive, with Harry and Smith being the only ones to go full speed at it, everyone else leveling out midway to the ground, "Are the cushioning charms in place?" Oliver leaned forwards, his wand ready to cast an arresto momentum on the two.
"Filius placed them yesterday evening; the brooms wouldn't survive, though, so we will still cast a stopping charm should they slip."
Smith leveled out, but Harry kept the line of the snidget, his muscles were starting to burn, but he followed, pulling out of the dive in the last second, his hand barely touching the snidget and stopping nearly eight meters away from where he pulled out, the little bird dropping on his shoulder not a second later.
He was shaking, a huge grin on his face, but the voices in his head were screaming, 'I've got to do that again," he said.
"Great, an adrenaline junkie," Hooch muttered, but Wood couldn't hear her.
"POTTER, YOU ARE IN THE TEAM, NO MORE TRY OUTS FOR YOU," Wood put his hands on Harry's shoulder, "As long as I am captain you have a guaranteed spot on the team."
"Isn't, that, unfair," Harry panted out.
"Boy, Gryffindor hasn't won the cup since the '88, I want to win it on my time as a captain." Oliver answered, "besides, it's only this year and the next, I'm in sixth year."
"Can you tell me, if it's against, the rules to, fly a broom into, the castle?" Harry asked, "I can't feel my legs."
"As long as Filch doesn't get you, but I'll tell Angelina to help you get back to the dorm" Wood called said chaser over, but Dunbar was there fater.
"Seriously, for an adrenalin rush as big as that one," Fay snorted and took hold of Harry, "I am taking him to Pomfrey, he needs a calming drought."
"Get me as far, as the Great hall, Blaize or Mel will take it from there," Harry allowed himself to be carried, not before grabbing his broom and using it to support his other side.
"Great catch, only a professional could have pulled that off" Fay complemented, looking towards the castle.
"My arms are burning, can't feel my legs, my heart is about to burst," Harry smiled, "I can see why a professional would do it."
"Still, I would have expected you to stop earlier, seriously thought you would crash," Fay said.
"I don't plan to do it again," They reached the front door, "Enter the hall, they'll come."
"What the hell, Harry?" Melissa Adams, Harry's research partner, was a dark-haired, "It was try out, why the hell are you being carried?"
Harry snickered tiredly, "Soreness everywhere, pulling out of a dive at the last moment will do that to anyone," Fay passed Harry's arm to the girl, and another student took the other one.
"I believe that my team won't be catching snitches this year, then" Blaize nodded towards Mel, "For you to be as daring as Italy's seeker, Slythering will have to make more than one foul this year."
"Just take me to Pomfrey, and don't blame me if I pass out" Harry smirked.
"Yeah, if this blocks my studies of runes with you, I'm not talking to you for a week," Mel complained.
"You wouldn't do that," Harry turned to her, his eyes dropping now that the adrenaline had left his system, "Not when we have to kidnap an armour."
GODDANM, I hate school, with the burning passion of a hundred suns, but I am halfway through the semester, 8 more weeks until my vacations, *weeps*.
Anyway, next updating round may come before schedule.