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tryouts | five

The walk to the Quidditch pitch was quiet, but not because I was nervous. I just had a lot on my mind.

I've been on the team since my second year. After seeing Harry become the seeker his first year, it made my goal of becoming a chaser in my second year seem less unachievable, so I attended tryouts.

I had to borrow a broom since I didn't have my own. I could see the older student's laughing about it, claiming I was simply making a fool of myself.

When I hopped onto that broom and the whistle blew, I took off. I managed to keep possession of the Quaffle and score two goals before anyone got ahold of it.

When I managed to get it again, Oliver Wood blew the whistle, calling us all down. He took me aside.

"Y/N, right?"

I nodded eagerly. I didn't want to speak in case I said something dumb.

"I'm impressed. I want to offer you a spot on the team, but I need to know if you can handle it... you see, the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh year student's that have been trying out every year aren't very keen on their chances being dulled because I let a, well, no offense, but a kid play instead of them."

I think he saw my face fall a bit when he phrased it that way.

"Please don't take that the wrong way, you're a brilliant player, you have a spot on the team, but what I'm getting at is the fact that the older students may not be the nicest to you. Even students already on the team are assuming I'm going to have an all kids team." He said this with a laugh, maybe in an attempt to lighten the mood.

I understood what he was saying, and I get where they're coming from. If I'd been attempting to make the team for years and I got beat out by a second year as a sixth year, I'd be pissed.

Still, I wanted that spot. One of the only things I know about my father was the fact that he played Quidditch, and when mum met him, it's because he flew past her on his broom and winked. She said that giving in to him was her biggest mistake at Hogwarts, but that's not stopping me from following in his footsteps one way or another.

I looked up at Oliver and stared right at him. "Wood... I'm in."

Now, here I am, four years later. Same pitch, same time of year, same position.

I stood beside Harry on his right. This is his first year as captain, and he's visibly nervous, even more so now that he has a group of student's completely ignoring him as he tries to bring order to the pitch so tryouts can begin.

In the midst of his feeble attempt to silence the excited group, Ginny, who was on his left, screamed "Shut it!"

Harry frowned, but nodded at a proud looking Ginny nevertheless. "Thanks." is all he said before turning back to the group. "All right, this morning, I'll be putting you through a few drills to assess your strengths. But know this: Just because you made the team last year does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?"

Harry made one exception regarding his rule that no one was guaranteed a spot.

I was.

Harry said he considered me his "Co-Captain", but we both know that's merely because he doesn't know what determines a good or poor Chaser.

I looked out upon the nodding and mumbling players. Right in the front stood Ron, who looked as though he might vomit right then and there.

Ron's POV

I watched as Harry and Y/N flew away from us and towards the pitch so they could assess us during the drills.

I was hoping to get a word in with Y/N... she's quite good at calming my nerves, which are at an all time high right now. Hell, I'm sweating so bad there's a fucking fly buzzing around me.