A/N:

Heyyyyyyyy, it's been a while. Shorter chapter today.

Now, we have a couple announcements. First, we are going to be changing the 'xxx' out for '...' in between scenes. You may already have noticed this in the flying lesson.

Second, and more importantly, I (DavidoDaVinci) have a new fanfiction about Doctor Who called 'And You're Dead' on my account. EbonyWonder is also working on a few of her own, however they are going slowly at the moment so don't expect anything for a while yet. Maybe in January.

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29/11/23

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Chapter 13: A Seeker in the Making

"Now, Potter, you'll find Quidditch is simple enough."

Harry had known how to play quidditch for as long as he could remember. He was, however, meant to be new to this whole 'magic' thing. For all Jake knew, Harry had never seen a bludger in his life.

"Um…"

"Yes, Potter?"

"Shouldn't we have lunch first?"

Jake was feeling a bit frustrated. He had only met Harry yesterday, and he was not willing to believe the young boy's talent until he saw it for himself.

"Oh. I suppose so." he responded, closing the trunk he had stolen from Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor quidditch captain.

…

"Wow, Harry! You know, first-years aren't usually allowed on the Quidditch team! I guess Snape likes you more than he likes me."

Harry shrugged.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think he's a grumpy old bat." This was an easy enough lie to make.

The thing about lies is that you tell one, then another, and before you know it, you're surrounded by a web of lies. This makes it incredibly easy to contradict yourself, so it's usually best to sprinkle in some of the truth. Not advice, just a point.

Ron nearly choked on air.

"Bat…" He shook his head. "You know, Harry, you might just be the youngest seeker ever."

"Youngest in a century, yeah," Harry corrected.

Just then, Hermione ran up to them.

"Harry! I heard you got onto the Slytherin team!" She beamed at him.

Harry hummed, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

…

"My Lord," The dark haired man mumbled, pausing in the door to give a quick bow.

A woman with curly chestnut hair and lightly tanned skin followed him into the room, dropping into a hasty curtsy before moving to stand next to her husband.

"William, Emily, come in. Have a seat," Lord Voldemort replied, readjusting his position on his armchair.

William smiled warmly before taking a seat on one of the three plush leather armchairs occupying the room. Emily took the third.

"And, please call me Tom. We are friends, after all."

"Alright then. What did you need us for, Tom?" William asked as he relaxed into his seat.

…

"So, Potter, what do you know about Quidditch?"

"It's…uh… played on broomsticks," Harry replied, trying to sound as if he didn't know anything about the sport.

Jake Wallace sighed.

"Let's start with the basics. This," He held up a reddish-brown coloured ball, "Is a quaffle. The three chasers pass this ball between them to score points. They can score points by throwing the quaffle into one of the three hoops."

Harry sighed mentally. This was going to be a long day.

…

As it turned out, it wasn't all that bad. Jack explained things like he was explaining pi to a three year old, but he was perfectly friendly, and allowed Harry to play one on one Quidditch with him, which Harry took as an opportunity to wipe the floor with him.

As Harry played, he noticed that Jack was making a few rookie mistakes. Not that he was playing poorly, but more so his swerves and position were a bit rusty. In other words, he was four times as good as Draco.

After the fifth goal made by Harry in about the same amount of minutes, Jack decided that it was probably best not to go light on Harry, which meant that after ten minutes, the score stood at 8-0.

"Okay," he said, as he came down, breathlessly, "So… you're quite… good… then."

Harry shook hands with him, and he walked off, realising, halfway there, that he had forgotten to do his DADA essay. Harry laughed to himself, putting the quaffle in the suitcase as he did so. T-minus 4 days till training begins.

…

Dumbledore sat in his room, shivering. It was September. It shouldn't be this cold.

He turned to face the door.

"Right, Minerva. Let them in."