Chapter 2: James Potter Is Slowly Taking Over The World

James' plan to lead the Weasley Clan (and Co.) to world domination is beginning.

Starting with Quidditch.

Lovely.

Alright, Chris Evans, one of our chasers, graduated last year, and our Keeper, John Rivers, moved to Spain. Why? Don't ask me. So we are having tryouts today for chasers and keepers. But I wasn't informed of it until after James violently yelled into my ear "Amelia!" and I jumped off my bed in shock.

After which I promptly pummeled him with my pillow, messing up his already messy hair.

If that was even possible.

And then I punched him several times when I looked at my clock and saw it was 7:30 am.

On a Saturday.

He was crazy, James was.

I don't know why I'm still friends with him.

I also don't know how he knows how to get into the girl's dorm without setting off the wards, but, then again, I probably don't want to know.

When we walked down to the Common Room – well, he walked, I tiredly dragged my feet – we found Freddie, a beater (James is beater too, and I'm seeker), Diana Marshall and Andrew Elony, our chasers, sprawled out on the floor, pretending to be asleep.

I did not feel like I could walk anymore, so I dragged myself to where Freddie was laying on the floor, and collapsed onto him. "Oomph!" he grunted, but didn't say a word, knowing I could be very grumpy in the morning.

"Alright!" James exclaimed, clapping his hands together in excitement. I groaned at the loud noise, and buried my head into Freddie's chest.

"Come on, you lot. Get your lazy arses up and lets go play some Quidditch."

"I'm going to castrate you." I muttered.

Diana and Andrew struggled to get up and follow him out the entrance hole. Freddie stood up and looked at me. I moaned as he pulled me to my feet.

"Freddie, the love of my life," I said sarcastically, "carry me?" It was more of a command than a request, but I knew he would do it.

He rolled his eyes, but replied, "Yes, Your Majesty," and turned around, offering his back to me. I smiled, and jumped onto his back. He grabbed my legs as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Onward slave!" I cried, thrusting my arm out like a battle cry.

He shifted me a bit and carried me down the stairs, following a jumpy James, and our 2 grumpy chasers. I buried my face in the crook of Fred's neck as we walked out the doors and into the sunlight.

"Okay, at first I thought it was cool that James was made Captain. Now? Now so much."

Freddie gasped sarcastically. "My Queen! You shouldn't speak treason of your King. He might make you run laps as punishment." I laughed aloud, and looked up when Fred stopped.

"The royal dressing room, my Queen. Do you need help getting dressed, Your Majesty?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I snorted at him. "From a duke or a prince, maybe. Not a lowly slave such as yourself. Be gone creature!" I said, waving my arm dramatically. Diana snorted from behind me as Freddie pretended to walk away sullenly, and I turned around and walked into the girl's locker room. Grabbing my robes and quickly changing, I heard Diana ask, "Is James going mad? Waking us up at 7:30 on a Saturday? Having tryouts before noon on a Saturday?!?!"

I shook my head as we walked to the field, brooms in hand. "I think him using our weakness is his way of deluding himself into thinking that one day he and his family will rule the world."

James, a few feet away from us, sharply turned his head and glared.

"I heard that! And one day we Weasleys will rule the world. I swear it!" he cried, pointing a finger to emphasize his point.

Andy poked his head between mine and Diana's from behind. "I think he had a bit too much firewhiskey last night." he said. Diana mumbled "mhmm" in agreement, and I slowly nodded my head in agreement.

"I really thought he couldn't get any crazier. And then he was given a title." I commented.

Andy chuckled at my statement, and replied, "Well, power does go to the head."

I sighed. "Let's get this over with. The sooner we finish, the sooner I get back to bed."

James started drawing a diagram of what routines we would be doing on a chalkboard. The routine looked fairly simple to players with experience like us, but it would knock those scrawny little second years off their brooms. Hehehe.

Yes, I am evil, and yes, my baby brother is one of those "scrawny little second years", but it was still funny.

Hugo, Lily, Rose, Albus, Scorpius, and Lucy came early to watch the tryouts, and foolishly support their power-hungry relative. Belle arrived shortly after them, with Fin and Paige behind her, knowing it was almost impossible to get the twins out of bed early on a Saturday. She waved eagerly at me from the bleachers, and I waved back at her.

A few minutes later, kids started filing into the pitch, some who were too confidant brought their own newly bought brooms. "Oh yeah," Diana whispered to me, "This is definitely going to be interesting." I nodded to her as we sat together on the bleachers, Freddie and Andy next to us.

"I bet you ten galleons someone lands in the hospital wing Andy proposed.

"You're on." Fred agreed.

"I bet you twenty galleons someone cries." I joined in.

Fred and Andy looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Deal."

I smirked in satisfaction and turned to Diana. "You in?" I asked. She shook her head adamantly and said "No. I need my money for my sister's wedding present. You know how my parents hate giving me money. I cannot bet."

I smirked at her and turned my attention to James, who was clearing his throat to everyone's attention. All eyes turned to him.

"Hello, all. My name, as you should know, unless you've been living under a rock until now, is James Potter. But, you may call me Your Majesty, Your Imperial Highness, James the Magnificent, or His Majesty of Gryffindor. If you call me anything but these choices, you will be considered disrespectful of the captain, and will be automatically kicked out of the pitch."

The little second and third years looked absolutely petrified, and I really couldn't resist. So, I gave into my temptation.

"Oi! Your Royal Bloody Wanker-ness! What if you're already on the team?" Everyone cracked a smile.

"Then you will be kicked off the team." James answered, smirking at me.

"Not if I know certain information you wouldn't want anyone else to know. Oh Albus, darling…" I sing-songed threateningly.

James' smirk dropped into a wide-eyed frown, and he yelled at me "Lia, shut up!" before quickly changing the subject. "Alright, this is what we're going to do. You guys are going to throw the quaffle…"

And that was how the rest of tryouts went. Comments were thrown back and forth, and at some point Freddie threw a quaffle at James so hard, he almost fell off his broom, resulting in James chasing his lovely cousin around the pitch several times, and I swear I heard Roxanne (Fred's sister, who came later with Molly and Scarlett Malfoy) yell out, "Come on James, give that prat what he deserves!"

Diana and I shared the same look, our eyes saying "What did that boy do now?"

In the end, Andy made 20 galleons from Freddie and I, and I made 40 from Freddie and Andy, as one person did land in the hospital wing, and two people cried.

We also got ourselves a chaser, fourth-year Jason Davies, and a keeper, sixth-year Marcus Simon.

Yay! Chapter 2! Review please! All comments are welcome!!! P.S. thanx Jessie for letting me seek refuge in your den so I could FINALLY type this up from my binder. Love you to pieces, Sweetie!!!

~Musical Magic