Harry Potter FanFic- Chapter 3: Who IS This Girl?

AN: Sorry for the late post!

Also, NONE OF THESE CHAPTERS ARE BETA'D. SORRY FOR THAT

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. Just the story and the OC

The Sports Age of Hogwarts

By - Cardryer

Chapter 2

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

~ Hermione Granger

Harry

It was nearing the end of 3rd period, and none of the fifth years knew where to go for the next class. The schedules had come up blank in where the new class was located. The sixth and seventh years were too frightened to tell anyone. The last five minutes of class were spent whispering and playing hang-man on the spare parchment floating around the classroom. Professor Binns was droning on about some goblin war, when something red zoomed through the room, shooting straight through Professor Binns and hitting the chalkboard. A unanimous gasp hushed the room. It was a Howler.

The red envelope slowly rose, causing some people to shudder.

"Whoever's Howler this is, better open it," Ron whispered to me. I shook my head in agreement, my eyes never leaving the slowly rising envelope.

"Am I sure this is ok? Of course I do! Plus, sending a Howler is fun~!" A voice that suspiciously sounded like Professor Claymore, rang out. All eyes were on the Howler. Even Professor Binns turned his apparition head to the source of the noise this time.

"Um… wait… Am I doing this right? I feel like I'm not- Okay, okay I am… great! Uh- HELLO STUDENTS- I don't have to scream? Oh. Ok…. Fiiiiine. Hello Fifth Years. It's come to my attention that you have NO IDEA where to go for your next class. Now, I've been scouting the school grounds, and I found some place that holds the teensiest shred of promise. Why am I telling your year specifically, you ask? Wellll" I let my mind wander for just a fraction of a second before returning my attention to the now smoking envelope.

"I heard that the BOY-WHO-LIVED was in this year, and I plan on making him my first victim- sorry, volunteer. An- OH SHIT WHY IS IT SMOKING THIS WAS UNCALLED FOR WHAT THE FUCK… WHAT?! THIS IS TO SAY YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!? THAT'S FUCKING STUPID! OK, SO FIFTH YEARS, MEET ME AT THE FIELD WITH THE GIANT-ASS HULA-HOOPS ON STICKS, KAY? ALRIGHT BYE! Whew… Catastrophe evaided!... Why did I send a Howler to all the fifth year classes?... I could've-? SHIT.

The red envelope burst into flames, the ashes falling limply to the floor, Professor Claymore's voice still ringing in my ears. She called me a victim. I turned to Ron, who already started packing up his bags. Hermione turned around and we all shared a look that meant we were going to find out who this Cody Claymore. There were questions, and we were going to have them answered.

8*8

The three of us were making our way down to the Quidditch Pitch, or how Prof. Claymore called it, the field with the giant-ass hula-hoops on sticks. On our way we passed Malfoy, but he merely sneered at us, paying almost no mind to the fact that we were there. Out on the school grounds, the grass was still damp from the early morning time of the class. Technically it was almost the afternoon, but the ground was still slippery. Ron had miss-stepped and fell flat on his face, but Malfoy didn't even bat an eye.

The goal posts of the Quidditch Pitch met my eyes and I smiled. The season was to start soon and I couldn't wait. As we got closer to the giant field, I spotted a figure in neon clothing impatiently tapping their foot.

"Oh, look. Professor Claymore is already out here," commented Hermione, who started increasing her strides to get there faster. Claymore seemed to have noticed us and stopped moving her foot, instead opting to bounce from side to side, her feet landing lightly on the ground before going into the air again.

"Great! You're all here!" she called out, cheerily. I looked behind me and saw that all of the fifth years in Hogwarts were in the Quidditch Pitch, nervously glancing at their peers. I looked over at Hermione and Ron. Hermione shifted the strap to her bag to prevent it from falling off, while Ron was looking around, bored. My eyes wandered to the sea of green slowly approaching the field, and my eyes caught the shock of platinum blond hair of Malfoy. I turned away, instead focusing on Professor Claymore.

She was wearing a different outfit than this morning, stretchy looking capri pants, which I later found out were yoga pants and a blue sports bra. Here evenly toned, perfectly tanned skin was slightly glistening with sweat and water. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, the armband with her phone on her bicep. In her ears were a different pair of headphones, these ones having no cords attaching them to her phone. She was beckoning us to come closer to her, and we all obliged, shuffling forward a few centimeters before stopping.

"Alrigthy then! Hello guys! This is our first class together, so I'm going to be going over some ground rules and a short outline of what we'll be doing this year. Now, I know you all love your weekends to do absolutely nothing, so we'll be having class on weekends too!" Claymore started in a cheerful tone. A collective groan rose from us. A weekend class, too? We're going to have to suffer through this class every single day?

"Hey, now. You all better be happy there are no O.W.L.S . in this class. What the fuck- shit- crap… are they anyway? Standardize tests?" she asked, rubbing her neck after swearing in front of us. Hermione raised her hand, but Claymore glared pointedly at her.

"Now, I don't really know how things work in Britain, but usually, think first, ask later," Hermione slowly put her hand down, her ears tinged pink.

"Alright! So! I'm Cody Claymore," there were snickers from the Slytherins, a few calling out "with a bod like that, I don't think we'll forget!" She glared at them some more and sighed.

"Wow. What has Slytherin come to? 5 points from each of you for the catcalls," and sighed again, before returning to her cheery façade.

"Ok, so to continue before I was so rudely interrupted," she glared at the Slytherins again. "I am NOT a professor. So don't call me prof, professor, teach, teacher, Ms., Mrs., or anything pertaining to teacher or professor. I am a coach. Coach Claymore will do. Coach Cody would work. Cody would work, but only if you're on a team. Now, punishment in my class is pretty simple, point deductions, detention…" I zoned out again, thinking about last year. How was Voldemort going to attack us this year? Was he going to attack us this year. It's only the first day of classes, but I should send a letter to Sirius.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't heard a single word Claymore had said, nor did I hear her calling my name and walking over to where I was. Only when she slapped me on the back of my head did I look up from my stupor. Claymore was glaring down at me, the Slytherins laughing their asses off, while the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs tried to hold in laughter.

"Potter, did you hear what I said?" her voice firm. I didn't answer, so she sighed. She looked back at me and frowned.

"Be sure to listen next time, or you'll get extra exercises. Now, enforcing of rules. Piss me off, detention. Talking out of hand or not listening, point deduction. If I'm feeling extra generous, extra exercises. Nobody gets a freebie, not even The Boy-Who-Lived," she was looking straight at me when she said it. She clapped her hands together and turned sharply on her heel.

"So! I don't like staying still for too long so we're going got do some- what the fuck are you WEARING?!" her voice filled with horror as she realized we were wearing our robes.

Draco

I had to agree with her. The robes were kind of hideous. The ankle-length black garments were a bit loose fitting, and definitely not good for exercising. As Claymore stared at them in horror, I smirked. Claymore's expression turned angry and my smirk faltered. She looked up at the castle before looking back at our robes and finally sighed. She sighs a lot. The thought innocently popped into my head. I scowled and looked up. Claymore was aggressively pointing and gesturing to our robes and to the castle, and yelling about something. After a while, she paused, an evil glint in her eye.

"Okay… Alright… You're really letting me do this? Okay~" She kept on pausing, as if answering back to someone.

"Great! You are the BEST!" She seemingly glowed when she nearly shouted out the word of praise. She poked at the armband on her bicep and looked at us.

"Okay, so a word with the headmaster and we've got everything cleared up! Today, our warm up is one lap around the grounds, come back here when you're done. We're gonna keep on talking, while doing some other, simpler exercises. Alright? Let's go!" She clapped her hands together, poking her armband again. After she seemed satisfied, she took off on a light jog, exiting the Pitch and steadily picking up speed.

She faltered before stopping, looking back at the mass of students still crowded into the small corner of the Pitch.

"Come on! We don't have all day! At the pace you're going, we're going to be here until nightfall! Just run around the whole school! Come on, pick up your feet, let's go, keep it moving!" She was fully turned around now, jogging backwards and beckoning us towards her. The Gryffindors shuffles their feet forward, uncertainly. Claymore threw her hands down in frustration and stopped.

"I can't BELIEVE I have to do this. Whoever doesn't run this lap, immediate detention. If you finish it in under ten minutes, you get a pass on the next warm-up. Kay?" This got us all moving. The Slytherins started the jog, not wanting to have a detention on the first day of class. The Gryffindors were not to far behind, with the Hufflepuffs bringing up the rear. Crabbe and Goyle were near the back, along with Zabini and the rest of our 'squad', chatting and jogging slowly. At the front of the Gryffindor group, Potter was jogging, almost as fast as Claymore, who had started running when the Hufflepuffs exited the Pitch. Even when she gave us the head start, she was now leagues ahead of us, gracefully nearing the Black Lake, while the rest of us were stumbling over our own feet.

She looked back and saw how much we were struggling in our robes and out of shape bodies, and put her hands in a 'T' form near her chest.

"You guys… OK?" She called out, not sure of whether to keep on going with the exercise. As the first of us neared her (Potter and I, how ironic), the rest of them slowed, breaths coming out short. When Potter and I reached, her we were not panting as hard as the others, but still a bit short of breath.

"Wow. I did not… expect that?" Claymore looked at us with interest. "Is magic the only offense and defense you guys have?" The rest of the fifth years slowly trickled near the Black Lake, hands on their knees, or falling to the ground, obviously tired from the run. No one answered her question. Or seemed to be aware that she had asked it. Claymore looked at us, in the state we were in, and told us to sit.

"Wow. So, okay, I admit, I wasn't expecting all of you to be this out of shape. I was going to start this year off with a BANG!" she shouted, making several of Potter's friends (Potter included. I smirked) jump. "And go right into volleyball!" Claymore continued. I was confused. Not only that, but what the actual fuck was volleyball?! It looked like I wasn't the only on confused. Many of the pure-bloods and half-bloods who've lived in the wizarding world all their life had no idea what it was. Weasley raised his hand.

Cody

The red-headed one raised his hand. Isn't he a friend of Potter's? I looked at him, acknowledging his hand.

"Um… professor-" I cut him off. "Oh, sorry, uh, coach Claymore? What exactly is volleyball?" I nearly fainted on the spot. They didn't know what volleyball was?! This was… actually expected. There were murmurs of agreement from a bunch of them. I was- too shocked by the initial question to answer!

Until a certain blond prick decided to clear his throat. That nearly set me off. I glared at the Malfoy. His father is always such a pain in the ass to deal with at international meetings. I just want to wring his neck! Oh, jeez I'm getting off topic.

"You guys seriously don't know what volleyball is?" They all shook their heads. Well, not all of them. "What about… soccer?" More head shaking. "Football?" One raised their hand. "Ah, yes, you… Finnegan, was it?" The burnette Gryffindor nodded.

"Isn't futbol and soccer the same?" He asked. I heard the slight change in pronunciation when he said fútbol.

"Ah, well, Finnegan, when I said football, I meant American Football. It's a classic sport, probably the most watched back at home." I answer his question with ease. Sports were like a second nature to me. They helped with team building and making memories. It also sharpened that competitive edge people have.

I clapped my hands together. I looked around at the legion of fifth years. So this is Albus' mighty army, eh? Not much of an army if they can't even run from the field to the beginning of the lake, if you ask me.

"So, one of the people who do know what volleyball is, care to enlighten the rest of us?" Granger's hand shot into the air and my eyebrows rose in questioning. Severus told me this one was a bit of a know-it-all. Surprised she knows about sports if she's such a bookworm. "Uh, Granger, give me the answer." I called her out. She might give me some textbook answer.

"Um, yes, well, alright. Volleyball is a game for two teams, usually of six players, in which a large ball is hit by hand over a high net, the aim being to score points by making the ball reach the ground on the opponent's side of the court," she answered. A flawless answer. But so textbook.

"While that is correct Granger, I was looking for a less… textbook answer," I've been saying textbook too much. I didn't mean for her to get embarrassed, but Grangers face slowly started to gain a rose-red colour. I look out to the crowd. Potter and Weasley were glaring daggers at me, but the green-robed bunch were failing to hold snickers behind their hands. I sighed. As if to add fuel to the fire, I did a stupid thing.

"Perhaps… Potter! Get up here," I bark the order out to him. He slowly gets up, before sitting down.

"And why should I?" He bites back. Whoa. That is no way to talk to a teacher, much less me. I glare at him.

"Fine then. 25 points from Gryffindor. Granger! Get up here, we're doing a demonstration." This was much harder than it looked. I'm supposed to be helping Potter for Christ's sake! Not making him think I'm picking on him because I was a Slytherin! Well, maybe he didn't know that.

Granger made her way up to where I was standing, Potter and Weasley still glaring at me. I summoned some magic to my hand and a volleyball appeared with a satisfying pop! Granger looked at me like a grew two heads.

"What?" I growled. This was a school or magic, right? So… shouldn't this be normal? I shook the uneasy feeling off, an got my head back to reality.

"You might wanna take that robe off," I whisper to Granger. She flinches, but takes off the robe and sets it down carefully to the side.

"Alright! So, in volleyball, which is quiet simple, there are different ways to hit the ball over the net. The first way, is a bump pass," I demonstrate by tossing the ball up and moving under it. When it drops, it hits the inside of my forearms. It sails over to Granger, who was anything but ready to hit the ball. She made a small eep! Noise when the ball hits her. I slapped my hand to my face.

"C'mon Granger! I assumed you knew how to play volleyball! You let me down, girl," I look out to the see of students. "Well, that's a bump pass, but since someone didn't have the decency to hit the ball back, we're going to stop there for today! So, after a quick chat with Albus, we've made a deal. You have until Monday, not tomorrow, not Sunday, but Monday, to get proper gym clothes. Nothing too fancy, probably like, basketball shorts for boys and track shorts for girls. Maybe even some dri-fit shirts. And nothing too extravagant," I looked at Malfoy when I said it. "You hear? Great. Maybe… hmm…"

An idea came to mind. I have to present it to Albus the next chance I get. Oh~ this is going to be so much fun!

"Alright, kiddies! Let's head back up for lunch!" I started off to the looming castle, the fifth years following unsurely behind.

8*8

The way up to Dumble's office is different than I remember. The transfiguration teacher was promoted during the time I left the Wizarding World. I came to a halt in front of a stone gryphon.

"Uh… what was it…" The password evaded my head, so I guessed a famous British candy and hoped. "Toblerone?" I winced, as if expecting something to come out. Of course, my magic sensed nothing except for the spells on the gryphon to leap away and make a staircase go up?

"Albus, you old, crafty goat!" I cried out, and raced to the top of the stairs. It wasn't much, just two doors. One probably lead to his sleeping quarters. The other was open just a tad bit; a soft cooing noise could be heard. My instincts told me that was probably his office. I opened the door slowly, poking my head through.

"Albus?" I questioned. I knew I wasn't supposed to do this; I was in the military for God's sake! But, what was the harm? Shut it! You know you can't abandon training! I narrowed my eyes and stepped into the room, my hand outstretched.

All that greeted me was the cooing of a phoenix. I gasped when I saw it and rushed over to Albus' desk.

"Hey there, beautiful! Aww~ what a cute lil' phoenix you are!" Someone cleared their throat. My hand whipped out, summoning a blade. I turned around and rushed forward to the doorway, finding my target and pressing the sword up their neck. It took me a quick second to realize that it was Professor Snape, the dreary potions teacher.

"Oh, uh sorry!" I sent the blade back. "Is Albus-uh- Professor Dumbledore here, by any chance?" Snape glared at me, a bit ruffled with his encounter with my sword.

"No, he is not. You'll have to ask either McGonagal or I, instead of… breaking into the headmaster's office and getting… intimate with his phoenix," Snape said cooly.

"What, forgot how to let loose? Lighten up!" I cheerfully rebuked his statement. I was not getting intimate with that bird! Nor will I ever!

"Just wanted to ask his opinion! I'll be back later. Gotta get those leg muscles warmed up!" Jeez, ever heard of weed?

AN: Oh gods what the fuck is this chapter? Cody is some sort of ex-military dog? She can summon weapons and miscellaneous sports balls?! I'm sure you all know, I'm going into some sort of mini-hiatus. I'll try to update as much as I can. Anyway, toodle-loo!

~cardryer