I have decided to add the Inter-House Quidditch Tournament to the story.

The next few weeks were torture for Harry. It seemed as if everyone was giving him the cold shoulder except from Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean and the Weasley twins. Hermione had no intention of believing Harry's side of the story and told him to find friends elsewhere.

It was very odd for Hermione to act like this even if he had broken some rules. Harry snapped out of his trance as he walked to potions with Ron. Some of the Durmstrang students were jeering as he had gone past.

The other students from the other schools seemed to dislike him because they thought that he had cheated to give Hogwarts a bigger advantage.

Potions had become even worse for Harry (If that was possible). Malfoy would throw him snide comments but if Harry reacted then Snape would take house points away.

When he entered the dungeon, he was greeted by a pleasant surprise, Malfoy's absence. Great, a whole lesson of semi-peace. Snape will still taunt me!

"Turn to page 287." Came a cold and slow voice that belonged to Snape.

Harry reluctantly began flipping through his large 'Potions for Fourth Years' book when Snape's voice came again.

"Potter, I'm surprised you're here. Thought you'd be trying out for the school quidditch team." He snorted.

Harry jumped up in alarm.

Snape had made a mistake.

Harry started to gather his books into his bags and was ready to leave, when "Potter, you can't leave now." Snape sneered at him.

"Oh, if you haven't forgot Sir. I am a champion and I can skip lessons whenever I please." Harry had to hold back his laughter as he glanced at Snape's face.

Snape had gone purple and he was muttering something under his cold breath.

Harry sprinted out of his room and towards the Gryffindor tower. He collected his Firebolt and his house quidditch uniform.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him. As he neared the vast pitch, he caught glimpses of people flying around above the stands.

Harry entered the pitch and saw Madam Hooch talking to a seventh year Ravenclaw named Roger Davies.

"Erm… Hello, I'm not too late am I?" Harry asked nervously.

"Ah Potter, there you are. Thought you'd forgotten!" replied Hooch excitedly.

"Forgotten?" Harry questioned.

"Well yes?" said Hooch worriedly, "I told Granger to tell you last week?"

Harry's stomach dropped and so did his jaw. Hooch noticed this and tried to rescue the situation. "Not to worry Potter. Well the trials have technically ended, but the place of seeker is reserved for you if you want it."

"Thanks. I'll do it." Is all Harry could mumble. He turned and walked towards the school castle.

Although Harry had been given a place in the team for nothing, he was still feeling depressed all day.

"Hey Harry, did you make the trials? When do you find out? Who's the first match?" said Colin Creevey eagerly.

Harry groaned and sighed, "Not now Colin."

At dinner, Harry was really not up to eating and didn't touch his food. However, Ron was as hungry as ever and he dived into his meal.

"You alright mate? You seem down." Questioned Ron half-heartedly. It was normally Hermione doing the comforting.

"You think." Mumbled Harry. Ron looked confused. Harry started to explain, "Well basically, I turned up at the trials and Hooch said she'd thought I had forgotten. When I questioned her, she said that she'd told Hermione to tell me!" He almost shouted the last bit. It brought up confused looks from the Gryffindors' around them.

Ron looked annoyed as well. "What happened after that?"

"Hooch said that I had missed the trial but they reserved a spot for me anyway." Harry said dejectedly.

"That's great!" exclaimed Ron, "I think that means a party is in order! Fred! George!" he shouted down the table. They looked up at him. "Harry made the quidditch team! Will you be able to organise a party tonight in the common room?"

"Sure Ron. Well done Harry." They said in unison. They got up and headed for the Gryffindor tower.

Harry lay in his bed contemplating on the night's events. The party was a blast! Took my mind off Hermione! Oh no. Now you've done it! You won't stop thinking about her now, shut up! Gabrielle, I haven't talked to her in a while. Hermione betrayed you! I should try and find Gabrielle soon, she's pretty. And with Gabrielle as his last thought, he fell asleep unknowingly dreaming of her.

As Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall for breakfast they noticed that everyone was huddled in the corner. There was a piece of parchment pinned up which read-

Hogwarts Quidditch Squad

Congratulations to the members!

Practices will be on Monday at 7pm. Tuesday at 7pm. Saturday at 9am. Sunday at 8am.

The Players are:

Starting VII

Keeper- Roger Davies (RAV) Yr7

Left Beater- Fred Weasley (GRY) Yr6

Right Beater- George Weasley (GRY) Yr6

Left Chaser- Angelina Johnson (GRY) (Vice-Captain) Yr6

Centre Chaser- Alicia Spinnet (GRY) Yr6

Right Chaser- Adrian Pucey (SLY) Yr7

Seeker- Harry Potter (GRY) (Captain) Yr4

Substitutes

Keeper- Herbert Fleet (HUF) Yr7

Beater- Titus Button (SLY) Yr6

Chaser- Ginny Weasley (GRY) Yr3

Chaser- Cassius Warrington (SLY) Yr7

Seeker- Cedric Diggory (HUF) Yr7

The Squad needs to go to the Quidditch Pitch on Wednesday morning at breakfast. They are excused from first period.

Harry sighed. Captain. "Ron look! Ginny's in!"

Ron smiled and laughed whilst punching the air.

Harry heard cries of, 'It was biased!' and 'I'm better than him!' erupting from all around him.

As Harry walked towards the door to go to the quidditch pitch for the squad's first meeting he caught Gabrielle's eye.

She beckoned him over as he nervously glanced at all of the Beauxbatons sitting around her.

"Well done wiv ze quidditch Harry! You are nearly ze youngest but you are ze captain!" smiled Gabrielle with her eyes twinkling.

Harry blushed at the praise causing some of the Beauxbatons girls to laugh. "Thanks Gabrielle. Well I'm not the youngest anyway. I must go to the meeting now. I'll catch you later!" rushed Harry quickly.

"You are too modest Harry. I 'eard some of ze pupils saying you could be professional. I 'ope to see you soon." Replied Gabrielle.

Harry nodded and turned and ran to the pitch.

Gabrielle let out a dreamy sigh. "And he iz ze captain, what else?"

She didn't even realise that she'd said it aloud until all of the girls at her table were giggling. She blushed and hurried back to eating.

"You are developing a thing for ze leetle boy? He iz not a liar and he seems truthful." Peered Fleur from Gabrielle's left.

"He iz not a 'leetle boy'!" snapped Gabrielle at her sister. She turned and left the hall for the quidditch pitch.