Anxiety [hp]

- 1.7

[Outside in the courtyard, day time. Oliver and Harry appear, carrying a trunk. They put it down.]

Marlene stares at the screen in amusement then whispers to herself, "I'm a lesbian. I'm a lesbian."

Dorcas and Mary shake their head at their friend.

"He's quite handsome isn't he?" Natalie smirked causing most girls in the great hall to agree.

Avery and Amara giggle, catching peoples attention.

Natalie turns to her best friend's daughter, "Did either of you date him?!"

"Avery had him wrapped around her finger third year." Amara chuckled out, Harry rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"Yeah, and Baby Potter didn't like that." Fred teased.

"He didn't like that at all. But Woods was not the one he needed to worry about." George added. Avery kicked the two boys in their shins to shut up.

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you. There are three kinds of balls. [picks up a red one] This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. [Points to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance.] The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. [throws ball to Harry.] With me so far?

Harry: [throws back] I think so. What are those? [points to two squirming chained down balls.]

Oliver: You better take this. [hands Harry a small bat. He bends down and releases one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The two boys watch it.] Careful now, it's comin' back. [The balls comes whizzing down, and Harry cracks at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, surprisingly without damaging it.]

The Gryffindor captain gaped and looked to Harry, "Please tell me with you on the team we beat Slytherin, at least once?!"

Harry smirks, "Just watch the movies, mate."

Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater... Uh-oh. [The ball zooms down, and Oliver grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.]

Harry: What is that?

Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are the seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch. [hands Harry a walnut sized golden ball.]

Harry: I like this ball.

The dynamic duo chuckles, "That's what she said."

Fred and George groan, "You beat us by two seconds!"

James and Sirius huff, "Same!"

Oliver: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Harry: What do I do with it?

Oliver: You catch it... before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

[The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air. Harry keeps an eye on it.]

Lily looks to her son smiling, "You're a natural, Harry."

Harry: Whoa.