Chapter 16| Try-Outs

Harry loved Quidditch, loved how freeing it felt to be so high in the sky with wind blowing in your face. Of course, after a while, he couldn't play it anymore. It wasn't anyone's fault really; he had never wanted to go professional with it and chose to become an Auror. He did a lot of good being an Auror, but while he was young again, he wanted to have more fun. He wanted to save as many people as possible but not at the sacrifice of his childhood again.

"Trying to be-"

"A Seeker again?"

The twins held mischievous smiles, giggling some. The younger brother nodded happily as he walked with the twins. He would have to talk to them about the teams, seeing as they both were once Beaters originally.

"We decided to-"

"Be runner-ups!"

The Boy-Who-Lived paused in his walking, looking at them with raised eyebrows. That could mean a million things when those two say that. Noticing his look, they laughed a little before explaining themselves.

"We play for our Houses-"

"When they need us to play."

"Or for practice!"

The old soul chuckled, nodding to them. That made much more sense now. It also meant that neither twin was going up against the other, nor would it be believed that one side was cheating.

"Would it be bad to not talk strategy then?" He hummed.

The twins grinned like the snakes they were before shaking their heads.

"What's a little trouble with knowing?" They purred almost.

The young-looking boy grinned back before the three of them talked about Quidditch strategy. It felt similar to how they had once talked about the old war. The boy was going to make sure that war never happened. That also meant he had to make sure that Professor Quirrell didn't get his hands on the Stone and that the Basilisk doesn't awaken. Those two events needed to be handled with care...

"Chaos." The twins stopped talking, their eyes flashing dangerously. "I would need you two to do some loki business for me. Are you up for it?"

They smirked; their eyes filled with mirth. They were ready to do anything, especially if it meant getting under old Dumble's bright robes.

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The time for the try-outs was there a lot faster than either young boy had planned. Of course, neither was unprepared nor were they unsure of what position they wanted. In Draco's dreams, he was once a Seeker. A Seeker was one of the more stressful positions and the most taxing, but it could also be the most rewarding. However, that was when he was in school. When he was with Harry and the others in those dreams, he was a Chaser. He liked being a Chaser far more than a Seeker.

"We both can't have the field." The Gryffindor leader growled to the Slytherins.

The green-robed wizards scowled, except for the young blond. His grey eyes were completely focused on the sweet green eyes in front of him. Those eyes were filled with joy and wonder, as well as a bit of mischief. Somehow, the pureblood could already tell what was going to happen, even if none of this was in his dreams.

"Why don't we have a playful match?"

The arguing that had been going around them suddenly stopped at the suggestion, the two captains focusing on the Golden Boy. Said child was smiling sweetly and almost in an understanding fashion.

"It would make a better use of us, wouldn't it? To really push us!" He bounced a little as if to help his case.

"It would be better than just bickering and wasting both our time. The Ravenclaws have the field in an hour." The blond gave the older magic users an unamused look.

This caused the older teens to shift, looking at their teammates before at the opposing team. Finally, they had agreed to it, it was a better suggestion than wasting time. With this declaration, the two teams were soon in the air in their usual positions. Then the chaos truly began.

The flying Bludgers were whipping about, the Quaffle being thrown from person to person while only two people searching for the Golden Snitch. It was pure organized chaos with the Beaters keeping their teammates as safe as possible, the Chasers trying to grab the Quaffle, the Goalie keeping their opponents from scoring, and then the Seekers racing and dodging to grab the Golden Snitch. It was amazing!

Draco felt his heart race as he dodged the Bludgers and other Chasers, easily nabbing the large ball from the air or his opponents. He didn't keep score how many times he had scored, but he was sure it was at least thrice in the last ten minutes. He probably would've scored more if he kept his eyes off the Potter.

The black-haired half-blood was racing about, keeping track of the snitch with ease. He may not have been riding his broom, but he could easily push the school's one with ease. He had almost grabbed the Snitch twice, but the Slytherin Seeker had made him lose his focus. That didn't matter as he easily was able to dodge the worst of the Slytherin's attacks.

Suddenly, there was a whistle. It was one of their sitting teammates, warning them that they had to begin packing up. Harry pouted a little, but he was able to finally grab the Snitch and ease himself to the ground.

"You took your time." A Slytherin hissed.

The old soul just smiled as he showed them the Snitch. He then handed it to his captain, waiting for any orders. Oliver turned the Snitch in his hands, chuckling a little as he placed it back in its little home. He and Flint looked at each other before nodding. Their attention went to their first years.

"You have some skill." Flint mentioned before turning his back and beginning to walk away.

The other Slytherins chuckled, a couple patting the blond on the back before they followed their captain inside. The young heir blinked in surprise before he hurried after them, a small smile on his lips. It would seem he had gotten on the team!

"You have more than just 'some' skill." Oliver rolled his eyes some, a smile quickly forming on his face. "We're going to win during our first game, for sure!" He cheered.

Harry laughed, shaking his head.

"But first years aren't allowed to play. Besides, it wouldn't be fair if I get to play but Malfoy doesn't. So, if Malfoy doesn't play, then I don't unless absolutely necessary." His voice dropped the sweetness at the end, his smile becoming more controlled and business-like.

The red team blinked as they held back a shiver of fear. They didn't know why, but they suddenly thought that they were talking to a Slytherin, or someone equally as demented. It was more likely the look or how he said his words, surely the hat wouldn't put a Slytherin in the Lion's Den? Would it?

The questions were left up in the air as Wood gave a somewhat choked laugh.

"I guess you're right. We should hit the showers."

The air became light again as the eleven-year-old laughed and practically skipped ahead. The team stayed behind a bit, whispering to each other. The boy had skill, and now they were wondering if that skill was in more areas than just being a Seeker.

"Did you get it?" Harry hummed as he turned to the awaiting twins.

The brothers only grinned as Forge showed the shiny red jewel. Gred flicked the stone and it vanished, going somewhere else. A place that only the twins knew, which was good, cause Harry had another part to play for something else.

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