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The Gryffindor common room was cozy, the fire crackling in the fireplace as the Gryffindor Musketeers gathered around for a game of Exploding Snap. The atmosphere was lively, with the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Scorpius, Ginny, and Harry sat in a circle, their eyes fixed on the cards as they took turns playing.
Ginny, seated beside Harry, couldn't help but notice that he seemed distracted. His eyes kept drifting away from the game, and his responses were a bit slow. She reached out and took his hand, her touch gentle but firm. Harry's gaze snapped back to hers, and he smiled softly as their eyes met.
"Hey, what's on your mind?" Ginny asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry's eyes lingered on hers for a moment before he shook his head, his messy black hair rustling with the movement. "Just thinking about something, that's all," he replied, his emerald green eyes sparkling with a hint of distraction.
Their friends, engrossed in the game, didn't notice the exchange, but Ginny's grip on Harry's hand tightened. She knew him well enough to sense when something was bothering him. However, their moment of connection was short-lived, as Ron's loud whoop and Hermione's delighted laughter interrupted them.
"Yes! I win this round!" Ron exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.
The group's attention shifted back to the game, but Harry and Ginny were already out, their cards discarded. They exchanged a look, shrugged, and settled in to watch the others continue playing.
"You two are out already?" Neville asked, grinning at them. "We're just getting started!"
Ginny smiled and leaned into Harry, her red hair brushing against his shoulder. "We'll just watch and cheer you on," she said, her voice filled with amusement.
Harry's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze drifting back to the game. But his mind was still elsewhere, and Ginny's hand remained clasped in his, a gentle reminder that she was there for him, no matter what was on his mind.
As the game of Exploding Snap came to an end, the group of friends began to disperse, heading off to their respective dormitories. But Ginny held onto Harry's hand, her grip gentle yet insistent, as she whispered, "Hey, can you stay for a bit? I want to talk to you about something."
Harry nodded, and they lagged behind, watching as Neville and Ron bid them a quiet goodnight before disappearing into the corridor leading to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory.
Once they were alone, Ginny turned to Harry, her eyes sparkling with concern. "What's going on, Harry? You've been distracted all evening. Is everything okay?"
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the plush armchair in the cozy Gryffindor common room. The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room.
"It's Daisy," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been noticing that she's not herself lately. She looks happy and all, but sometimes her smile seems... off. And her eyes, they look glassy, like she's trying to hide something."
Ginny's brow furrowed in concern as she sat down beside him, her hand still clasped in his. "Do you think she's struggling in Slytherin? You know she's always wanted to be in Gryffindor with you."
Harry nodded, his eyes clouding over with worry. "I know. And I think that's part of it. She's trying to adjust, but it's not easy for her. She's always been a bit of a wild child, and Slytherin's not exactly the most... nurturing environment."
Ginny squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Harry. She's a strong girl, and she loves you. She'll talk to you if she needs help."
Harry smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Ginny. She always knew just what to say to make him feel better.
"You're right," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll talk to her tomorrow. See if I can get her to open up a bit."
Ginny nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "And in the meantime, let's get some rest. We can continue this conversation in our... special place."
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he caught her meaning. Their secret dreamland, where they could be themselves without fear of judgment or interruption. He smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.
"Night, Gin," he whispered, as they shared a long, sweet kiss.
"Night, Harry," she replied, her voice barely audible.
As they parted ways, heading off to their respective dormitories, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that with Ginny by his side, everything would be okay. And he couldn't wait to see her again, in their special place, where their love and connection could flourish.
In the realm of their secret dreamland, Harry and Ginny stood together, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of their shared subconscious. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sky shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors. They had met here countless times before, but tonight felt different. Tonight, they were on the cusp of a new discovery.
As they strolled through the dreamland, hand in hand, they couldn't help but reminisce about their conversation from earlier that afternoon. Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement as she recalled Harry's words. "You know, Gin, I think I've figured out why you're picking up magic so quickly," Harry had said. "It's not just because you're a natural; it's because of our bond. You're somehow tapping into my knowledge and experiences."
Ginny's face had lit up with wonder, and she had eagerly asked Harry to elaborate. Now, in their dreamland, they decided to put their theory to the test. They summoned Hinny, their majestic phoenix, who appeared before them in a burst of fiery splendor.
"Hey, Hinny," Harry said, stroking the phoenix's feathers. "We need your help with something. Ginny and I have a theory, and we want to see if it's true."
Ginny nodded, her eyes shining with anticipation. "We think that because of our bond, I'll be able to master any magic or knowledge that Harry already has, with minimal effort."
Hinny cocked her head to one side, as if considering their words. Then, in a burst of fiery energy, she nodded her great head. "Your theory is correct, young ones," she said, her voice like music. "The bond between you two is strong, and it will indeed allow Ginny to tap into Harry's knowledge and experiences."
Harry and Ginny exchanged a thrilled glance. They had suspected as much, but to have their theory confirmed by Hinny herself was exhilarating. They leaned forward, eager to learn more, as Hinny continued to reveal the secrets of their magical bond.
Harry and Ginny walked hand in hand, the soft grass of their dreamland beneath their feet. The sky above was a kaleidoscope of colors, a reflection of their love and bond. Hinny, their majestic phoenix, had just left them, and Harry's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Voldemort. His brow furrowed, and his eyes seemed to gaze into the distance, as if searching for answers to the questions that plagued him.
Ginny noticed the change in Harry's demeanor and squeezed his hand gently. "Hey, what's on your mind?" she asked, her voice soft and inquiring.
Harry's gaze returned to Ginny, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "I know he'll return one day," he said, his voice laced with concern. "Voldemort, I mean. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I don't know how to prepare for it."
Ginny's grip on his hand tightened, and she looked up at him with understanding eyes. She knew that Harry's concerns were not just about the wizarding world, but also about their own future together.
"You're scared," she stated, her voice soft but reassuring.
Harry nodded, feeling a sense of vulnerability he rarely showed to anyone but Ginny. "I've never shown this to anyone else, but I know it's different with you. You're the only one who truly understands me, Gin."
Ginny's smile was gentle, and she reminded him of the first time he told her he loved her. The memory flashed before them, and Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's.
"I loved you from the day I met you," Harry's voice echoed in the memory, filled with conviction. "But I was waiting for the perfect moment to confess. Today, of all days, seemed fitting. It's the anniversary of the day love was ripped from my life, but I want to start anew, with you."
As the memory faded, Harry's gaze returned to Ginny's. He could see the love and understanding in her eyes, and it gave him the strength to face his fears.
"You'll always be there for me, won't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny's response was immediate. "I'll always be there for you, Harry. We'll face Voldemort together, because we have something to look forward to - our future, our promises to each other. We'll get married, have our five children, cook together, and grow old together."
Her words were a balm to Harry's concerns, and he felt a sense of reassurance wash over him. Ginny's conviction and determination were infectious, and Harry's fears began to dissipate.
"You're scared too, aren't you?" Harry asked, his eyes searching Ginny's face.
Ginny nodded, her expression resolute. "Yes, I'm scared, but we'll face it together. We'll defeat Voldemort, not just for ourselves, but for our future, for the life we've promised each other."
As they stood there, surrounded by the beauty of their dreamland, Harry knew that he could rely on Ginny, and she on him. Together, they would overcome any obstacle, no matter how daunting. The promise of their future, their love, and their bond would see them through the darkest of times.
Their hands still clasped together, Harry and Ginny took a deep breath, their hearts filled with determination and love. They knew that they would face challenges, but they were ready to face them together, as a team.
"I love you," Harry said, his voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too," Ginny replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they stood there, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love and determination. They knew that they would face the future together, hand in hand, and that nothing could ever break the bond between them.
As they stood there, their foreheads touching, Ginny couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The weight of Harry's concerns about Voldemort's return still lingered in the air, and she wanted to offer some reassurance. However, she also didn't want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere of their dreamland.
Their lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of love. The kiss deepened, and they began to snog, their passion and love for each other evident in every touch. Ginny's hands slid up Harry's chest, her fingers wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Harry's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as they lost themselves in the moment.
As they snogged, their surroundings seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of their own ragged breathing and the gentle rustling of the grass beneath their feet. The sky above them seemed to spin, colors swirling together in a kaleidoscope of emotions. Time stood still as they savored the moment, their love and connection growing stronger with every passing second.
After a while, they broke apart, their foreheads still touching, and Ginny sighed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at Harry, her expression soft and loving. Harry's eyes, too, were filled with adoration, his gaze locked onto hers.
"Tbh, this Voldemort thing gave me an idea," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She paused, studying Harry's expression to gauge his reaction.
Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowing in curiosity. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and encouraging.
Ginny took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to make Harry feel like she wasn't enjoying their time together in dreamland. "Well, last year, dreamland was really helpful because we were apart, but this year, we spend so much time together during the day, and then we have dreamland at night... I was thinking maybe we could use this to our advantage."
Harry's gaze intensified, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Go on," he urged, his voice filled with interest.
Ginny hesitated, unsure how to proceed. She didn't want to give the impression that she wasn't enjoying their leisure time together. "It's just that... I think we could start preparing for Voldemort's return. Just the two of us, for now, in our dreamland. We could use this place to our advantage, you know?"
Harry's expression softened, and he smiled, understanding Ginny's concerns. "I see what you mean," he said, his voice filled with appreciation. "You want to use our dreamland to prepare for the worst, but you don't want me to think you're not enjoying our time together."
Ginny nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Exactly," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love spending time with you, Harry, and I don't want anything to ruin that. But I also don't want to be caught off guard when Voldemort returns."
Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, filled with determination. "We'll do it together," he said, his voice firm. "We'll use our dreamland to prepare for Voldemort's return, and we'll face whatever comes our way, together."
As the night wore on, Harry and Ginny's conversation turned to their plan to prepare for Voldemort's return. They decided to start researching and gathering information the next day, and then practice and train in their secret dreamland.
"We should start by looking into the history of the Dark Lord's past battles," Harry said, his eyes scanning the shelves of books in the library. "Maybe there's a pattern or a weakness we can exploit."
"That's a great idea," Ginny replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we have to be careful. We can't let anyone know what we're doing."
Harry nodded in agreement. "I know. That's why we'll have to be discreet. We can't ask Madam Pince about our bond or anything related to it. We have to find the information ourselves."
Ginny nodded, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I'm ready to start searching. Let's see what we can find."
As they began their search, the world around them started to shake, indicating that it was time to wake up. They reluctantly parted ways, promising to meet up later to continue their research.
The next morning, Harry woke up early, feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day. He met up with Ginny, and they went for their morning run, followed by their usual routine of exercise, swimming, and meditation.
After their routine, they headed to the library, eager to start their research. The library was quiet, with only a few students scattered about, studying for their exams.
Harry and Ginny sat down at a table, surrounded by shelves of books, and began their search. They pored over ancient tomes, looking for any mention of the Dark Lord's past battles or weaknesses.
As they searched, they worked in silence, their minds focused on their task. They were determined to uncover any information that might help them prepare for the Dark Lord's return.
But their search was not without its challenges. They had to be careful not to arouse suspicion, and they had to navigate the complex web of information in the library.
As they worked, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. He knew that their search was just the beginning of their journey, and that the road ahead would be fraught with danger.
But he was determined to face whatever challenges came their way, knowing that he had Ginny by his side. Together, they would uncover the secrets of their bond and prepare themselves for the battles that lay ahead.
Their search continued, with no end in sight, but they were determined to see it through, no matter what it took.
Harry gave Ginny a quick peck on the lips before heading towards the Quidditch pitch, his stomach fluttering with excitement for the first practice of the year. As he arrived, he saw Oliver Wood already there, his burly frame and commanding presence making him look like a seasoned coach. Harry was the second to arrive, and soon the rest of the team started filtering in.
"Alright, everyone!" Oliver boomed, his voice echoing across the pitch. "Welcome back to another year of Quidditch! Today, we're just going to do some light warm-ups to get everyone in shape. Then, I've got something important to discuss with you all."
The team began with laps around the pitch, followed by stretching exercises. Harry, who had already been exercising daily with Ginny and Dudley, found the warm-ups to be a breeze. He effortlessly completed the laps and stretching, his athletic body moving with ease.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team, except for Oliver, looked a bit more exhausted. Fred and George Weasley, the Beaters, were already joking around, trying to lighten the mood. Angelina Johnson, one of the Chasers, was stretching her long legs, her confident and strong-willed personality evident in her movements. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, the other Chasers, were chatting and laughing, their enthusiasm for the game palpable.
As they finished the warm-ups, Oliver gathered the team around him. "Alright, now that we're all warm and ready, let's talk about our strategy for this year. We've got a tough competition ahead of us, but I know we can do it. We've got a great team, and with some hard work and dedication, I think we can take the Cup home."
The team listened intently, their eyes fixed on Oliver as he outlined his plans for the season. Harry, meanwhile, was already thinking about his own strategy, his mind racing with ideas and tactics. He was determined to help Gryffindor win the Cup, and he knew that he had a talented team behind him.
"Let's get to it, then!" Oliver exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We've got a lot of work to do, and I'm excited to see what we can achieve this year!"
The team cheered, their spirits high, as they began to discuss their plans and strategies for the season. Harry grinned, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that this was going to be an amazing year, and he was thrilled to be a part of it.
After the grueling practice session, the Gryffindor Quidditch team trudged towards the locker room, their exhaustion palpable. Oliver Wood, still buzzing with enthusiasm, waited until everyone had showered and changed before dropping another bombshell.
"Alright, team," he began, his voice echoing off the wooden benches. "I want to discuss something important. As you know, I'm the captain, but I think it's essential to have a backup in case I'm injured or unavailable during a match."
The team members exchanged curious glances, sensing where this conversation was headed. Oliver continued, "I propose that we appoint a vice captain. It's not an official Hogwarts position, but it'll give us an extra layer of leadership on the field."
The team's eyes locked onto Oliver, awaiting his next move. "I think it's only fair that we vote on who should take on this role. Nominations are open, but I think we should keep it simple and choose from within our own team."
Angelina Johnson, ever the confident one, spoke up, "I think I'd be a great fit for the role. I've got experience, and I'm always willing to lend a hand."
Fred and George Weasley, the dynamic Beater duo, chimed in, "We've got no objections, Angelina's the obvious choice!"
Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, the other Chasers, nodded in agreement, their faces set in determined expressions. Harry, observing the exchange, remained quiet, his eyes fixed on Oliver.
When it seemed like the decision was unanimous, Oliver asked, "Alright, let's make it official. Who's in favor of Angelina as our vice captain?"
"Angelina, you've got the team's vote," Oliver declared, a broad smile spreading across his face. "You're our new vice captain!"
Angelina beamed, her confidence and pride radiating from her like a palpable aura. However, just as the team was about to celebrate, Oliver's expression turned serious once more.
"But, team, there's something else we need to discuss," he said, his voice hinting at a more complex issue. "Something that might affect our dynamics and our chances of winning the Cup."
The team's attention refocused on Oliver, their faces set in anticipation, awaiting the next revelation. Little did they know that this was only the beginning of a series of events that would test their unity and determination.
Oliver Wood gathered his teammates around him, a determined look on his face. "Alright, guys, I want to propose an idea that could give us an edge this season," he began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "I think we should set up a reserve team."
Harry raised an eyebrow, skeptical about the idea. "A reserve team? What's the point of that?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.
Oliver's eyes lit up with excitement. "Think about it, Harry. We can have a team of players who can help us with practice, and if anyone gets injured, we have replacements ready to go. It'll give us more flexibility and depth."
The team began to discuss the idea, throwing around suggestions and ideas. Angelina Johnson spoke up, her voice confident. "I think it's a great idea, Oliver. We can have a mix of older and younger players, and it'll give the first years a chance to get involved."
Fred and George Weasley, the dynamic Beater duo, chimed in, their voices filled with excitement. "Yeah, and we can have some fun with it too. We can set up some friendly matches and see who can really bring their A-game."
As the team continued to discuss the idea, Harry's skepticism began to fade. He realized that having a reserve team could be a great way to get more people involved and to build a stronger sense of teamwork.
Finally, Oliver summed up the discussion. "Alright, so we're agreed. We'll propose the idea to Professor McGonagall tomorrow, and we'll make sure to include first years in the reserve team. Harry, I think you're the perfect person to manage the reserve team."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but the team's faces were filled with nods of agreement. "You're perfect for it, Harry," Angelina said, her voice filled with conviction. "You're already an amazing Seeker, and you've got a great sense of teamwork. We'll help you out, of course."
Harry nodded, feeling a sense of responsibility wash over him. "Alright, I'll do it. But we'll need to make sure we're organized and that we're communicating effectively."
The team grinned, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation. They knew that with Harry at the helm, the reserve team would be a success.
As they broke up, Oliver turned to Harry and said, "I'll make sure to get the proposal together, and we'll present it to McGonagall tomorrow. You're going to be great, Harry."
Harry smiled, feeling a sense of pride and purpose. He knew that this was just the beginning of an exciting new chapter for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Oliver stood nervously in McGonagall's office, fidgeting with the papers in his hand. He took a deep breath and began to present his proposal. "Professor McGonagall, I wanted to discuss an idea with you that I believe could greatly benefit the Gryffindor Quidditch team. We've been thinking about setting up a reserve team, and I think it could give us an edge this season."
McGonagall listened intently, her eyes narrowing slightly as Oliver spoke. When he finished, she leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers together. "An interesting idea, Oliver. However, I do have some reservations. You're proposing to include first years on the reserve team. While I understand the benefits, I'm not sure if it's the best decision. First years are still adjusting to the Hogwarts curriculum and the pressures of Quidditch can be overwhelming."
Oliver nodded understandingly. "I see your point, Professor. But I believe that with proper guidance and training, the first years could prove to be valuable assets to the team. We've already discussed this among ourselves, and we're willing to put in the extra effort to make it work."
McGonagall's expression softened slightly. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Oliver. I'll need to discuss this with the Headmaster and see what can be done. I'll let you know my final decision by this evening. You may return to your classes now."
Oliver nodded, feeling a sense of hope. "Thank you, Professor. I appreciate your time."
As he left the office, Oliver couldn't help but feel that he had made a good impression. He looked forward to hearing McGonagall's decision later that day, hoping that it would be in favor of the reserve team.
Meanwhile, Harry and his friends were discussing the proposal in the Gryffindor common room. "I'm sure McGonagall will see the benefits of it," Harry said, his eyes shining with excitement.
"I don't know, Harry," Ron said, frowning. "First years might be a bit of a handful. What if they can't keep up?"
Ginny, who was sitting next to Harry, spoke up. "Hey, we're not that bad, Ron. We first years can handle it. And it'll be fun, I promise."
The group continued to discuss the proposal, their voices filled with anticipation and excitement. They knew that the decision was out of their hands now, but they were eager to hear McGonagall's response and see what the future held for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
The evening sun had just set, casting a warm orange glow over the Gryffindor common room. The notice board was abuzz with excitement as students gathered around to read the latest announcement. In bold letters, it read: "Reserve Team Tryouts: September 16th". Many students were whispering among themselves, speculating about the tryouts and who might make the cut. Ginny, a bright smile on her face, was practically bouncing with excitement. She was going to try out, and she couldn't wait.
Ron, on the other hand, looked a bit apprehensive. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this," he said to Harry, who was standing beside him. "But I want to try out for reserve keeper. Think I've got a chance?"
Harry grinned encouragingly. "You've been practicing, Ron. I'm sure you'll do great."
Scorpius, who was hovering nearby, overheard the conversation and chimed in. "I'm thinking of trying out for reserve seeker. What do you think, Harry? Got any tips?"
Harry chuckled. "Well, you're a natural flyer, Scorpius. Just remember to stay focused and keep your wits about you."
The next day, September 15th, Harry decided to take Ginny, Ron, and Scorpius for a practice flying session to get them warmed up for the tryouts. They headed out to the Quidditch pitch, the sun shining brightly overhead. As they soared through the air on their brooms, Harry offered words of encouragement and advice, helping them fine-tune their flying skills.
Ginny was a bit rusty at first, but she quickly found her rhythm. Ron struggled a bit with his keeper skills, but Harry was there to offer guidance. Scorpius, meanwhile, was a natural, effortlessly gliding through the air.
As they practiced, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. The tryouts tomorrow were going to be a thrilling experience, and he was eager to see how his friends would do.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pitch, Harry called out, "Alright, let's wrap it up for today. You've all got this, guys. Just relax and have fun tomorrow."
With that, the group of friends headed back to the Gryffindor common room, looking forward to the adventure that lay ahead.
The sun was shining brightly on the Quidditch pitch, casting a warm glow over the excited crowd of Gryffindor students gathered to watch the tryouts. The air was electric with anticipation as the would-be players prepared to showcase their skills. Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch stood at the edge of the pitch, observing the scene with keen eyes.
Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, stood at the center of the pitch, microphone in hand. "Alright, everyone! Let's get started. We'll be selecting new members for the team today, and I'll be taking help from our current team members to make the decisions." The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.
The candidates were divided into their respective positions, each eager to prove themselves. Ron Weasley, Cormac Mclaggen, Liam Connor, and Astrid Fothergill stood nervously, ready to show off their Keeper skills. Ginny Weasley, Kai Rourke, Remi Patel, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Scorpius Malfoy, Collin Creevy, and Alisa MacTavis chatted excitedly as they prepared to take to the pitch as Chaser candidates.
Meanwhile, Sally Anne Perks, Caius Fletcher, Remi Patel, Seamus Finnigan, Collin Creevy, and Bryony Wildsmith geared up to demonstrate their Beater abilities. The Seeker candidates, including Scorpius Malfoy, Nigel Brotch, Demelza Robbins, Parvati Patil, Asher Reed, and the infamous Harry Potter, looked focused and determined.
Harry raised an eyebrow as he noticed Scorpius trying out for Chaser. "You're going for Chaser, Scorp?" he asked, amused.
Scorpius shrugged, a hint of a smile on his face. "Why not? I'm a natural flyer, and I think I can handle the pressure."
Oliver cleared his throat, drawing the attention back to the task at hand. "Alright, let's get the names and positions sorted. Keepers, please step forward first."
As the tryouts began, the Gryffindor students cheered and chanted, their enthusiasm and energy filling the air. The competition was about to heat up, and only the best would make the cut.
The sun beat down on the Quidditch pitch as the Gryffindor team gathered for the reserve team tryouts. Oliver Wood, the team captain, stood at the center of the pitch, microphone in hand, as he began to explain the selection process.
"Alright, everyone! Let's get started. We'll be selecting new members for the team today, and I'll be taking help from our current team members to make the decisions." The crowd erupted in cheers and applause.
The candidates were divided into their respective positions, each eager to prove themselves. Ron Weasley, Cormac Mclaggen, Liam Connor, and Astrid Fothergill stood nervously, ready to show off their Keeper skills.
Oliver started with the Keepers, ordering the rest of the candidates to move aside. "First, we'll be having you all take two laps around the pitch to warm up," he announced.
The four Keeper candidates nodded and took off, running around the pitch with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Ron puffed out his chest, determined to make a good impression, while Cormac sneered at the others, confident in his own abilities. Liam and Astrid exchanged a friendly smile, both of them focused on showcasing their skills.
Once the candidates had completed their laps, Oliver called out, "Alright, now it's time to test your skills. Chasers, please come forward!" Angelina, Alicia, and Katie stepped forward, ready to throw Quaffles at the Keeper candidates.
Oliver instructed the candidates to form a line, with Astrid first in line. "Astrid, you're up first. Try to save as many goals as you can out of ten," he said.
Astrid nodded, her eyes shining with determination. The Chasers began to throw Quaffles at her, one by one. Astrid dived and dodged, her movements swift and agile. She saved the first Quaffle with ease, but the second one slipped past her, hitting the back of the goal with a loud thud. She recovered quickly, saving the next three Quaffles, but missed the sixth one, which sailed past her and into the goal. She managed to save two more Quaffles, but missed the ninth one, which hit the goalpost with a loud clang. In the end, Astrid saved six out of ten Quaffles, a respectable showing, but not spectacular.
Next up was Liam Connor. Liam took a deep breath, focusing on the Quaffles. The Chasers began to throw, and Liam dived and dodged, his movements confident and assured. He saved the first Quaffle with ease, and then missed the second one, which sailed past him and into the goal. He recovered quickly, saving the next three Quaffles, and then missed the sixth one, which hit the goalpost with a loud clang. However, he managed to save the next two Quaffles, and then made an impressive dive to save the ninth one, which had been thrown with incredible speed and accuracy. In the end, Liam saved seven out of ten Quaffles, an impressive showing, but not enough to secure the top spot.
Cormac Mclaggen was next, and he strutted forward, his confidence bordering on arrogance. The Chasers began to throw Quaffles, and Cormac dived and dodged, his movements powerful and aggressive. He saved the first Quaffle with ease, and then missed the second one, which sailed past him and into the goal. However, he quickly recovered, saving the next four Quaffles, and then made an impressive block to save the seventh one, which had been thrown with incredible force. He missed the eighth Quaffle, but managed to save the ninth one, and then made a spectacular dive to save the tenth one, which had been thrown from an impossible angle. In the end, Cormac saved eight out of ten Quaffles, an impressive showing, but not perfect.
Finally, it was Ron Weasley's turn. Ron took a deep breath, his eyes fixed intently on the Quaffles. The Chasers began to throw, and Ron dived and dodged, his movements quick and agile. He saved the first Quaffle with ease, and then missed the second one, which sailed past him and into the goal. However, he quickly recovered, saving the next three Quaffles, and then made an incredible block to save the sixth one, which had been thrown with incredible speed and accuracy. He saved the next two Quaffles, and then made a spectacular dive to save the ninth one, which had been thrown from an impossible angle. And in the end, he even managed to save the tenth Quaffle, which had been thrown with incredible force and accuracy. Ron saved nine out of ten Quaffles, an almost perfect showing, and the best of all the candidates.
Oliver Wood grinned, impressed by Ron's performance. "Well done, Ron! You've shown some fantastic skills out there. I think we've found our new Reserve Keeper!"
The other candidates congratulated Ron on his selection, with Astrid and Liam offering words of encouragement. Cormac, on the other hand, looked disappointed, but tried to hide it behind a mask of indifference.
"Cormac's face turned bright red with rage as Oliver announced Ron's selection as the Reserve Keeper. "What?! You can't be serious! I saved eight out of ten Quaffles! I'm the best one here!" Cormac's voice rose to a shout, and he stomped his foot like a child.
Oliver stood firm, unfazed by Cormac's outburst. "Cormac, I understand you're disappointed, but Ron's performance was exceptional. He saved nine out of ten Quaffles. You can't deny his skill."
Cormac's tantrum escalated, and he began to shout and scream, his face contorted with anger. "This is a joke! You're just playing favorites! I'm the best one here, and you know it!"
The other candidates watched in awkward silence as Cormac's meltdown continued. Ron looked uncomfortable, while Astrid and Liam exchanged worried glances.
Oliver, however, remained calm and unruffled. "Cormac, I've made my decision. Ron is the best fit for the Reserve Keeper position. You need to accept that and move on."
Cormac's tantrum reached new heights, and he began to throw his arms around, his eyes flashing with anger. "I won't accept it! This is a travesty! I'm going to talk to the Head of our house, and I'll make sure you're sorry for this!"
Oliver's expression turned stern. "Cormac, that's enough. You're not going to intimidate me or change my decision. If you're not willing to accept the outcome, then maybe Quidditch isn't for you."
The tryouts fell silent, with all eyes on Cormac's explosive outburst. It was clear that Cormac's behavior had sealed his fate, at least for this year's team.
But when Cormac tried to attack Oliver, it was enough. The whole Quidditch team froze, shocked by Cormac's outburst. Ron, however, didn't hesitate. He pointed his wand at Cormac, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Flipendo!" Ron shouted, and a small blast of magic shot out of his wand, knocking Cormac backward with a gentle but firm force.
Cormac stumbled back, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain his balance. Before he could recover, Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch appeared out of nowhere, their wands drawn.
"That's enough, Cormac!" McGonagall's voice was stern, her eyes blazing with disappointment. "You're taking a 20 points from Gryffindor for unsportsmanlike behavior. And you'll be serving a week's detention with me."
Madam Hooch nodded in agreement. "I'll also be taking away your flying privileges for a month, Cormac. You need to learn to control your temper."
Cormac's face turned bright red with rage and humiliation as he realized the gravity of his actions. He glared at Ron and Oliver, but they just looked back at him, unimpressed.
"You're done here, Cormac," Oliver said firmly. "You can leave now."
Cormac stormed off the pitch, his head held high in defiance, but his eyes flashing with anger. The rest of the team watched him go, relieved that the tension had been broken.
McGonagall turned to the remaining candidates. "Alright, let's get back to the tryouts. We still have a few positions to fill on the Reserve Team."
The tryouts continued, with the candidates eager to showcase their skills and make a good impression. Ron, meanwhile, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having stood up to Cormac. He had proven himself to be a valuable member of the team, and he was ready to take on whatever challenges came his way.
The sun was shining brightly on the Quidditch pitch as Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, stood before the Beater candidates. The air was filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness as the six candidates, Sally-Anne Perks, Caius Fletcher, Remi Patel, Seamus Finnigan, Collin Creevy, and Bryony Wildsmith, prepared to showcase their skills.
"Alright, let's get started!" Oliver exclaimed, his voice echoing across the pitch. "First, I want each of you to take two laps around the pitch. Show me your flying skills and how well you can handle your broomsticks."
The candidates nodded and mounted their brooms, taking off in a flurry of color and movement. The wind whipped through their hair as they soared around the pitch, their broomsticks gliding smoothly through the air.
Next, Oliver asked each of them to fly around the pitch with their Beater bats in hand. The bats gleamed in the sunlight as the candidates expertly maneuvered their brooms, their movements fluid and confident.
The next challenge was the most daunting: deflecting Bludgers while avoiding collisions with their fellow candidates. Oliver released the Bludgers, and the candidates flew into action, their bats clashing with the menacing balls. The sound of crashing and shouting filled the air as the candidates worked together to deflect the Bludgers.
Finally, Oliver set up a makeshift match, dividing the candidates into two teams. Harry, Katie, Angelina, and Alicia acted as members of the opposing team, while Fred and George played the roles of the opposing Beaters. The objective was to hit the opposing team with Bludgers while protecting their own teammates.
The match was intense, with Bludgers flying every which way and the candidates working tirelessly to deflect them. In the end, Oliver selected Remi Patel and Caius Fletcher as the two Beaters for the Reserve Team.
"Great job, Remi and Caius!" Oliver congratulated them, a smile spreading across his face. "You've both shown exceptional skill and teamwork. Remi, I know you're also trying out for Chaser - if you turn out to be better suited for that position, I'll consider moving you to Chaser. But for now, you're a Beater."
Collin Creevy looked focused, still determined to secure the Chaser position. He had not been eliminated yet and was eager to prove himself in the next round of tryouts.
As the tryouts came to a close, the Gryffindor team members gathered around Oliver, eager to hear his feedback and discuss the upcoming matches. The Reserve Team was shaping up to be a formidable force, and with Remi and Caius on board, they were ready to take on the challenges ahead.
The sun was shining brightly on the Quidditch pitch as Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, stood before the Chaser candidates. The air was filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness as the eight candidates, Ginny Weasley, Kai Rourke, Remi Patel, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Scorpius Malfoy, Collin Creevy, and Alisa MacTavis, prepared to showcase their skills.
"Alright, let's get started!" Oliver exclaimed, his voice echoing across the pitch. "First, I want each of you to take three laps around the pitch. Show me your flying skills and how well you can handle your broomsticks."
The candidates nodded and mounted their brooms, taking off in a flurry of color and movement. The wind whipped through their hair as they soared around the pitch, their broomsticks gliding smoothly through the air.
Next, Oliver released Bludgers, testing the candidates' speed and agility as they dodged and weaved to avoid the menacing balls. The sound of crashing and shouting filled the air as the candidates worked tirelessly to evade the Bludgers.
After the exercise, Oliver asked the candidates to come down and wait while he discussed their performance with his main Chasers, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie.
"I think we've got a good idea of who's got the skills," Oliver said, his eyes scanning the candidates. "But we need to narrow it down to three. Let's discuss and decide."
After a brief discussion, Oliver announced the elimination of Alisa and Scorpius. Alisa looked disappointed but understanding, while Scorpius seemed a bit downcast but determined to prove himself in the Seeker tryouts.
"Don't worry, Scorpius," Oliver said with a smile. "You've still got a chance to make the team as a Seeker. Keep working on your skills."
Scorpius nodded, his eyes shining with determination.
The remaining six candidates waited anxiously as Oliver and his team discussed the next round of tryouts. They were eager to prove themselves and secure a spot on the Reserve Team.
"Alright, let's plan the next exercise," Oliver said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We need to see how they work together as a team and how they respond to pressure."
The six candidates exchanged nervous glances, knowing that the competition was far from over. They were ready to give it their all and prove their worth as Chasers.
Oliver asked the candidates to come down and wait while he discussed their performance with his main Chasers, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie.
"I think we've got a good idea of who's got the skills," Oliver said, his eyes scanning the candidates. "But we need to narrow it down to three. Let's discuss and decide."
The remaining candidates waited anxiously as Oliver and his team discussed the next round of tryouts. They were eager to prove themselves and secure a spot on the Reserve Team.
"Alright, let's plan the next exercise," Oliver said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We need to see how they work together as a team and how they respond to pressure."
The candidates exchanged nervous glances, knowing that the competition was far from over. They were ready to give it their all and prove their worth as Chasers.
Now, Oliver took the Keeper position and asked each of the candidates to come one by one and give them 10 chances to goal. Ginny was the first to take her turn.
"Okay, Ginny, show me what you've got!" Oliver said, grinning.
Ginny nodded and mounted her broomstick. She flew towards Oliver, her eyes fixed intently on the goalposts. With a swift flick of her wand, she sent the Quaffle flying towards the goal. Oliver stretched out his hands, but Ginny's aim was true, and the Quaffle sailed past him, scoring a goal.
"Excellent shot, Ginny!" Oliver exclaimed. "You're off to a great start."
Next up was Dean Thomas. Dean took his position and flew towards Oliver, his broomstick wobbling slightly as he approached the goal. He threw the Quaffle, but Oliver was ready, and he easily deflected it. Dean tried again, and this time, the Quaffle sailed past Oliver, scoring another goal.
"Good job, Dean!" Oliver said, nodding.
Collin Creevy was next, and he took his position with a huge grin on his face. He flew towards Oliver, his broomstick zooming through the air, and threw the Quaffle with all his might. Oliver stretched out his hands, but Collin's aim was true, and the Quaffle scored another goal.
"Wow, Collin, you're a natural!" Oliver exclaimed.
Kai Rourke was the next to take his turn. Kai flew towards Oliver, his broomstick flying smoothly through the air, and threw the Quaffle with precision. Oliver deflected the first attempt, but Kai tried again, and this time, the Quaffle sailed past him, scoring another goal.
"Great job, Kai!" Oliver said, impressed.
Remi Patel was the next to take her turn. Remi flew towards Oliver, her broomstick wobbling slightly as she approached the goal. She threw the Quaffle, but Oliver was ready, and he easily deflected it. Remi tried again, but Oliver was too quick, and he deflected the Quaffle once more.
"Sorry, Remi, you're not quite there yet," Oliver said gently.
Seamus Finnigan was the last to take his turn. Seamus flew towards Oliver, his broomstick flying erratically through the air, and threw the Quaffle with all his might. Unfortunately, Oliver was too quick, and he deflected the Quaffle, preventing it from scoring. Seamus tried again, but Oliver was too strong, and he deflected the Quaffle once more.
"Sorry, Seamus, you're not quite there yet," Oliver said gently.
After all the candidates had taken their turns, Oliver tallied up their scores. Ginny had scored 6 out of 10, Dean had scored 5 out of 10, Collin had scored 5 out of 10, and Kai had scored 5 out of 10. Remi and Seamus had scored lower, with 4 and 3 out of 10 respectively.
"Alright, I've made my decision," Oliver said, looking at the candidates. "Seamus and Remi, I'm afraid you're eliminated from the Chaser tryouts. But Remi, you're still in the running for the Beater position, so don't give up yet."
Seamus looked disappointed, but Remi smiled and nodded, relieved that she still had a chance to make the team.
"But I still need to eliminate one more candidate," Oliver said, looking at the remaining four candidates. "I'll discuss it with my team and let you know soon. Wait here for a moment."
The candidates nodded and waited anxiously as Oliver and his team discussed their performances. They were eager to find out who would be the next to be eliminated and who would move on to the next round.
The sun was shining brightly on the Quidditch pitch as Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, stood before the remaining Chaser candidates. The air was filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness as Ginny Weasley, Kai Rourke, Dean Thomas, and Collin Creevy prepared to showcase their skills.
"Alright, let's get started!" Oliver exclaimed, his voice echoing across the pitch. "For this exercise, I'll divide you into two teams. Ginny, you're paired with Kai, and Dean, you're paired with Collin. Ron will take the Keeper's position, and Fred and George will act as Beaters, but they'll attack both teams. The team that scores more goals will have both members selected for the Reserve Team, while the losing team will have to take another chance, and the best of them will be selected, with one being eliminated."
Ginny and Kai nodded, as did Dean and Collin, their eyes fixed intently on the goalposts. Ron took his position as Keeper, while Fred and George mounted their brooms, grinning mischievously.
"Let's make it interesting!" Fred shouted, winking at his brother.
The whistle blew, and the match began. Ginny and Kai flew in perfect sync, their brooms gliding smoothly through the air as they dodged and weaved around the Bludgers. Dean and Collin followed close behind, their movements swift and agile.
The crowd cheered as the two teams clashed, their Quaffles flying back and forth in a blur of color and motion. Ron leapt and dived, his reflexes quick as he blocked shots and deflected Bludgers.
Fred and George, however, were relentless, their Beater skills honed to perfection as they targeted both teams. Ginny and Kai worked seamlessly together, their communication effortless as they dodged and countered the Beaters' attacks.
As the match neared its end, Ginny and Kai were ahead by a narrow margin. Dean and Collin fought hard, but their efforts were thwarted by Ron's exceptional Keeper skills.
When the final whistle blew, Ginny and Kai cheered, their arms raised in triumph. Dean and Collin smiled graciously, their faces flushed with exertion.
"Well done, Ginny and Kai!" Oliver exclaimed, beaming. "You're both selected for the Reserve Team! Dean and Collin, you'll have to try again, but we'll see who'll make the cut."
As the two teams flew back to the sidelines, Harry watched with pride, his eyes fixed on Ginny. He couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her exceptional flying skills.
Ginny landed her broom, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkling with excitement. Harry strode over to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Hey, you're amazing!" he said, his voice low and husky.
Ginny grinned, her eyes locked on his. "Thanks, Harry!"
Without another word, Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against Ginny's in a soft, gentle kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of their love.
"Alright, let's get started!" Oliver exclaimed, his voice echoing across the pitch. "For this exercise, I'll be the Keeper, and Fred and George will attack with Bludgers. The goal is to score as many goals as possible. The one who scores the most will become the third Chaser for the Reserve Team."
Dean and Collin nodded, their eyes fixed intently on the goalposts. Oliver took his position as Keeper, while Fred and George mounted their brooms, grinning mischievously.
"Let's make it interesting!" Fred shouted, winking at his brother.
The whistle blew, and the match began. Dean and Collin flew in opposite directions, their brooms gliding smoothly through the air as they dodged and weaved around the Bludgers. Fred and George were relentless, their Beater skills honed to perfection as they targeted both players.
Dean quickly gained momentum, his movements swift and agile. He dodged a Bludger and shot towards the goal, scoring his first goal. Oliver leapt and dived, his reflexes quick as he blocked shots and deflected Bludgers.
However, Dean continued to impress, scoring goal after goal. He dodged, weaved, and countered the Beaters' attacks, his confidence growing with each successful shot. By the end of the exercise, Dean had scored an impressive 10 goals.
Collin, on the other hand, struggled to keep up. Despite his enthusiasm and eagerness to prove himself, he was unable to score as many goals as Dean. When the final whistle blew, Collin looked disappointed, his face flushed with exertion.
Harry, who had been watching from the sidelines, strode over to Collin, a warm smile on his face. "Hey, Collin, don't be too hard on yourself. You flew really well out there. It's not easy to take on Fred and George's Bludgers."
Collin looked up at Harry, his eyes shining with admiration. "Thanks, Harry. I just wish I could've done better."
Harry clapped Collin on the back. "You will, mate. You're a great flyer, and you've got the enthusiasm and spirit. Keep practicing, and you'll be scoring goals in no time."
Collin grinned, his disappointment forgotten in the face of Harry's encouragement. "Thanks, Harry. You're the best!"
As the two players walked off the pitch, Oliver called out, "Alright, Dean's our third Chaser! Well done, mate. You're in the Reserve Team now."
Dean beamed with pride, his face flushed with excitement. The Reserve Team members congratulated him, and Harry smiled, happy to see his friend succeed. The stage was set for the next challenge, and the Gryffindor Quidditch Team was ready to take on the season with renewed enthusiasm and skill.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the Quidditch pitch. The air was filled with an air of anticipation as the seeker candidates gathered around Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain. The remaining spectators, including Hermione, Neville, Lee Jordan, Professor McGonagall, Percy Weasley, and Madam Hooch, watched with interest as the tryouts began.
"Alright, let's get started," Oliver announced, his voice carrying across the pitch. "First, we'll test your speed and stamina. I want you to run two laps around the pitch, and then two laps flying. We'll see who can keep up the pace."
The five seeker candidates nodded, their faces set with determination. They took off running, their footsteps pounding the grass as they circled the pitch. Harry watched from the sidelines, his eyes scanning each candidate's performance. Oliver stood beside him, making mental notes of each student's strengths and weaknesses.
Once the candidates completed their running laps, Oliver shouted, "Now, let's see what you're made of in the air!" The students mounted their brooms and took to the skies, flying two laps around the pitch. The wind whipped through their hair as they soared, their brooms gliding smoothly through the air.
As the flying laps concluded, Oliver called the candidates back down to the ground. "Now, let's test your agility and quick thinking," he said with a grin. "I'm going to throw five golf balls in different directions, and I want you to catch as many as you can."
The candidates nodded, their eyes fixed intently on Oliver. He threw the golf balls, and the students scattered, their brooms hovering just above the ground as they chased after the balls.
Parvati Patil managed to catch one ball, her face lighting up with excitement. Demelza Robbins and Nigel Brotch each caught two balls, their movements swift and precise. Scorpius Malfoy and Asher Reed proved to be the most skilled, catching three balls each.
Oliver nodded thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he considered the results. "Well, it looks like Parvati, unfortunately, you're out of the running," he said gently. "But the rest of you have shown great promise. We'll continue the tryouts in five minutes to see who will become our new seeker. Take a short break, and then we'll move on to the next challenge."
The four remaining candidates smiled, relieved and determined to do their best in the next round of tryouts. Harry watched them, his mind already turning to strategies and advice he could offer to help them improve their skills. The competition was heating up, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team was one step closer to finding their new seeker.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the Quidditch pitch. The remaining spectators, including Hermione, Neville, Lee Jordan, Professor McGonagall, Percy, and Madam Hooch, watched with interest as the seeker candidates gathered around Harry Potter. Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain, was a bit tired from conducting the trials nonstop since afternoon, so he asked Harry to continue explaining the next challenge.
"Alright, let's get started," Harry announced, his voice carrying across the pitch. "We're going to release two snitches, and the two who catch them will move on to the next round. Those who fail will be eliminated."
The four remaining seeker candidates nodded, their faces set with determination. Scorpius Malfoy, Nigel Brotch, Demelza Robbins, and Asher Reed were all focused on the task at hand.
Harry raised his wand, and two snitches flew out of his hand, zipping through the air in different directions. The candidates took off, their brooms soaring through the darkness.
Scorpius, with his quick wit and bravery, expertly maneuvered his broom to chase after one of the snitches. He followed it closely, his eyes fixed intently on the tiny ball. As the snitch made a sharp turn, Scorpius adjusted his broom, making a precise turn to match the snitch's movement. With a swift swoop, he caught the snitch in mid-air, his face lighting up with excitement.
Meanwhile, Demelza Robbins was having a tough time keeping up with the second snitch. She was anxious and shy, but she didn't let that hold her back. She focused on the snitch, using her creative and empathetic nature to anticipate its movements. As the snitch made a series of rapid turns, Demelza used her magic to adjust her broom's speed and direction. She was determined to catch the snitch, and with a final burst of speed, she managed to snatch it out of the air.
The crowd cheered as Scorpius and Demelza returned to the center of the pitch, each holding a snitch aloft. Harry smiled, impressed by their skills. "Well done, Scorpius and Demelza," he said. "You've both made it to the next round. The rest of you, unfortunately, are eliminated."
The two eliminated candidates, Nigel and Asher, nodded graciously, acknowledging their opponents' superior skills. The competition was heating up, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team was one step closer to finding their new seeker.
The Quidditch pitch was bathed in a warm, golden light as Madam Hooch's magical lanterns flickered to life, illuminating the remaining spectators. Hermione, Neville, Lee Jordan, Professor McGonagall, Percy, and Madam Hooch herself watched intently as the seeker candidates prepared for the next challenge. The rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the already selected reserve team members were also present, their faces set with anticipation.
Scorpius Malfoy and Demelza Robbins, the two remaining seeker candidates, stood side by side, chatting quietly as they awaited Harry's instructions. Despite being from different backgrounds, they had developed a friendly rapport, and their conversation was laced with a sense of camaraderie.
However, beneath the surface, Scorpius couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. As a Malfoy in Gryffindor, he sometimes faced prejudices from his peers, and the thought of potentially winning the seeker position made him anxious. He worried that Demelza, his friend and fellow candidate, might feel threatened or betrayed if he emerged victorious.
Demelza, sensing Scorpius's concerns, turned to him with a reassuring smile. "Hey, Scorp, don't worry about it. We're friends, no matter what happens out there. You're an amazing flyer, and I'm rooting for you all the way."
Scorpius's anxiety dissipated slightly as he looked at Demelza, her words of encouragement genuine and heartfelt. He nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards his friend. "Thanks, Demelza. That means a lot coming from you."
Just then, Harry approached them, Oliver Wood by his side. "Alright, lads, what's the plan, Oliver?" Harry asked, his emerald green eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Oliver glanced at the remaining candidates before responding, "For the next round, we'll release one snitch, but with a twist - a bludger will also be released. You'll need to navigate through the bludger while trying to catch the snitch. You'll do this three times, and the candidate who catches the snitch twice will be our new seeker."
The stakes were high, and the tension was palpable as Scorpius and Demelza prepared to face the challenge. The outcome was far from certain, but one thing was clear - only one of them would emerge victorious.
The first round began, and Harry released the snitch and the bludger. Scorpius and Demelza soared through the air, their brooms flying swiftly as they chased after the snitch. The bludger zoomed past Scorpius's head, but he expertly dodged it, his focus fixed on the snitch. With a swift swoop, Scorpius caught the snitch, his face lighting up with excitement.
The second round saw Demelza determined to catch up. She flew aggressively, her broom swooping and diving as she chased after the snitch. However, the bludger proved to be a challenge, and Demelza struggled to evade it. Scorpius, on the other hand, flew with ease, his skills honed to perfection. He caught the snitch once again, securing his position as the winner.
The third round was more of a formality, as Scorpius had already secured his position as the new seeker. Demelza, however, refused to give up, flying with all her might in a final attempt to catch the snitch. And she won that round Saving her dignity atleast.
"Congratulations, Scorpius!" Harry exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "You're our new seeker! And Demelza, you're an amazing flyer - we're glad to have you as part of our team."
Scorpius beamed with pride, his face flushed with excitement, while Demelza smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment despite her loss.
Demelza approached Scorpius, her eyes shining with genuine happiness. "Well done, Scorp! You deserve it. I'm happy for you."
Scorpius smiled, feeling grateful for his friend's support. "Thanks, Demelza. You're an amazing flyer, and I'm glad we're on the same team."
As the two friends shook hands, their bond stronger than ever, the Gryffindor Quidditch team cheered, celebrating Scorpius's victory.
As the magical lanterns illuminated the Quidditch pitch, the remaining spectators applauded the reserve team's impressive performance. Madam Hooch beamed with pride, praising Oliver for conducting the trials non-stop throughout the day. Professor McGonagall also expressed her satisfaction, nodding in approval.
Harry discreetly mouthed "party" to Hermione and Neville, who understood the signal. They knew that they had to set up a celebration in the Musketeers' room, as three members of the 12 Musketeers had made it to the team. The trio slipped away to prepare and inform the rest of the Musketeers - Draco, Daisy, Luna, Samantha, Susan, and Dudley.
With the spectators and the reserve team members congratulating each other, Oliver called the main and reserve teams to gather on the pitch. "Alright, everyone! Now that we've got our reserve team, let's review the practice schedule," Oliver announced, his voice carrying across the pitch. "Normally, we'll have practices on Monday from 5 to 7:30 pm, then on Saturday from 6 to 7:30 am, followed by another session from 5 to 7:30 pm. And on Sunday, we'll have a practice from 4 to 6 pm."
The team members nodded, taking note of the schedule. Oliver continued, "Our reserve team will be an essential part of our practice sessions. They'll help us prepare for matches and step in if any of our main team members get injured."
Ron, Ginny, and the other reserve team members exchanged excited glances, eager to contribute to the team's success. As the meeting concluded, the team members began to disperse, chatting among themselves about the upcoming practices and matches.
Meanwhile, Hermione, Neville, and Harry worked on setting up the party in the Musketeers' room. They gathered food, drinks, and decorations, eager to celebrate the team's success and the reserve team's impressive performance. The room was filled with laughter and excitement as the Musketeers gathered to congratulate their teammates.
"I'm so proud of Scorpius and the others!" Ginny exclaimed, beaming with pride. "They did an amazing job out there."
"Definitely," Harry agreed, grinning. "We make a great team, both on and off the pitch."
As the party continued, the Musketeers celebrated their success, looking forward to the upcoming matches and the adventures that lay ahead.
Next Chapter is Quidditch Practices and Drama
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