Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter thirteen

Tuesday arrived. After a day of dragging themselves through three classes, the afternoon finally arrived - a time the Gryffindors had been waiting for quite some time.

With Harry being the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he decided Tuesday would be a good time for the tryouts. He was already confident about who he was going to pick for certain positions but he still lacked Beaters.

Like in his sixth year, the tryouts were very popular. Everyone knew the Chosen One was the Captain and his best mate, Gryffindor's king, Ron Weasley was most definitely taking the spot of Keeper. Most of the Gryffindors, even the first years, wanted a chance at playing with those two so nearly the entirety of the Gryffindor house showed up for the tryouts on the Quidditch pitch.

Harry quickly eliminated every first-year and a couple of Hufflepuffs that showed up. After making them fly through the pitch in groups of five, Harry could swiftly tell the bad fliers to leave the pitch.

It was quite tiring because soon Harry found himself rejecting players on their excessive questions about the war instead of questions about Quidditch. Some of them might have been good enough for the team but Harry wasn't going to put himself through mental torture for it. Every time someone asked or congratulated him about Voldemort, Harry wanted to punch the wall or maybe throw some glass at it - he wanted to do something to release the anger.

Luckily, that was when Haven came in charge.

The two of them went back to the Room of Requirement on Monday, rather than the Astronomy Tower. Haven could tell Harry needed to get used to the Tower so maybe diving in headfirst wasn't the best idea.

Harry had told her about Quidditch that night. She let him rant for a very long time before he realised it was already far too late. Harry enjoyed talking for that long, he's never done it. It felt like relieving more of his anger even though Harry had no trouble with Quidditch whatsoever. Haven had explained to him that ranting could help as well as throwing glass but when Harry asked her if she ever needed to rant, she just told him that it didn't work for her that well.

Harry still didn't know why.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as the very last of the Beater wannabe's completely missed the Bludger. None of them was as good as Fred and George had been but he just had to work with them. In the end, he picked two of the best, yet his voice was barely audible over the disgruntled shouts that came from the crowd of Beaters.

His jaw tightened and he rolled his eyes. If this was how it was going to be every Quidditch practise he might as well give up. Harry craned his stiff neck to crack it a little. His eyes went over the stands where most of the other tryouts sat, plus a couple of others who just came to watch - like Hermione.

To Harry's surprise, he found Haven sitting on the stands as well. Her eyes were squinted at the Beaters as if she was studying them. She never told him she was going to watch but Harry was pleased.

As if Haven could sense the eyes on her, she shifted her gaze towards Harry and their eyes locked for a second. Harry could feel a vague rushing in his cheeks and loosened the laces of his scarlet robes.

Could Haven sense his flustered state? Or was he just too obvious?

Harry almost didn't see it because the moment passed too quick but he could swear he saw her wink at him before her eyes averted back to the Beaters.

"Alright - er -" Harry cleared his throat and tried to speak over the noise of the crowd. "Let's take a quick break and continue with the Keeper and Chasers right after,"

Harry wasn't even sure if they heard him but with a swift pull on the laces of his robes, he took them off, leaving him in the tight pants and Quidditch jersey. It was far too hot to wear those robes since it was still September but Harry decided to wait a while before ridding them off his body. He, of course, hadn't anticipated the fact that Haven would come to watch, though he wasn't so certain how the two facts had anything to do with each other.