Later Ron Harry and I are all walking on the lawn and talking
"You must be the youngest seeker and chaser in-"
"A century according to McGonagall." I interrupt, I don't know it's kinda my thing.
"Hey, well done, Harry, Y/n, Wood's just told us!" The twins pop up out of no where.
"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." I state.
"Our job is to make sure that you two don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." George says.
"Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..." Fred adds.
"But they'll show up in a month or two!" They say in sync.
"Creepy they are..." I say.
"Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!" Ron exclaims.
"But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry says.
"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood."
After she sees that we're confused she asks us to follow her, we do.
We approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker. Whilst Harry and Ron are marveling about Harry's father being on the plack Hermione taps my shoulder and slyly points to a place that's says,
Marlene McKinnon: Greatest Chaser of 1974
"Don't worry...I know. No one else does...unless you count all the staff." She whispers to me.
I feel like I'm getting repetitive but...
This is gonna be a long year.
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FanfictionHARRY POTTER x Y/N It's rly bad and cringy. year one: ✍️ I do not own any characters all creds go to JK Rowling!but not Y/n, Y/n belongs to you!!
