Quidditch forever!!! Harry Potter x Haikyuu Fanfiction (cancelled)

Griffyndor against Hufflepuff

Harry's Perspective:

In the morning after the Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw match, I wake up early. It's Sunday, a training day. Since we have a game against Hufflepuff in three weeks, Wood has added an extra training day to our week. Now we have training four times a week. I slowly shuffle down to the common room. It's quiet, and only Hermione seems to have stayed up too late studying because her head is half-buried behind a pile of thick books on her Arithmetic notebook. I gently shake her awake. She looks confused when she opens her eyes and lets out a big yawn.

"Come to breakfast with me," I suggest, but she shakes her head and mumbles something that sounds like "go back to sleep." Then she gathers her books and almost sleepwalks to the girls' dormitory. I can't rely on Ron to join me for breakfast on a Sunday morning because nothing can get him out of bed before nine. When I finally arrive at the Great Hall after what feels like an endless trek, constantly dodging Colin Creevey, who apparently thinks I'm some sort of hero, it's still not very crowded. I find Wood during breakfast.

"Training in half an hour!" he shouts over his shoulder before disappearing outside.

I sigh and start eating my toast when the mail arrives. A small owl with a letter attached to its leg lands. It's a letter from Hagrid, written in shaky handwriting:

"Come to the hut at three. Important."

I turn the parchment over, but there's nothing written on the back. Well, let's see what he has to say.

Reader's Perspective:

Half an hour later, Harry arrives at the Quidditch field. The training goes without any special incidents. At exactly three, Harry knocks on the door of Hagrid's big hut. A serious-looking Hagrid opens the door. Hagrid is about three times as wide and at least twice as tall as a normal man. When he sees Harry, he smiles and hugs him so tightly it almost feels like his bones will break.

"Come inside! Got something to show you," he booms.

Harry settles on the big sofa. There's a tray of cookies on the table, but Harry doesn't touch them because he knows Hagrid's baking skills, and those cookies are as hard as rocks.

"There was a game at our partner school in Japan the day before yesterday," the half-giant begins.

Harry just nods. He has no idea about what happened in Japan, and he doesn't really care.

"Anyhow, Dumbledore created a kind of image portal for the teachers and me to watch the game."

Harry continues to nod.

"And then I saw them play. Merlin's beard, they were better than our national team! So if you get selected...be prepared not to be the best."

Feeling a bit confused and intimidated, the black-haired boy returns to the castle. He has homework to do, but he can't concentrate. Hagrid's words keep swirling in his mind. "Better than the national team."

"Well, this should be interesting," he thinks and sighs.

Jump ahead: three weeks later

Harry checks the clock and realizes he needs to get ready for training. He quickly packs his books and takes them to the boys' dormitory. When Harry arrives at the Quidditch field ten minutes later, most of the team is already there. Only Wood, the captain, is missing.

"Doesn't seem like him to be late," the Weasley twins remark in unison.

Harry has to grin, hearing the twins finish each other's sentences and talk simultaneously. But he's also wondering why Wood is late. Normally, he's always the first one.