(Various!Harry Potter x F!Reader) (REWRITTING IN PROGRESS)
↳❝𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬.❞
It all began with an acceptance letter that you discovered the world of wizardry and witc...
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THIS IS A HUGE MISTAKE
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Oliver was practically bouncing on his feet the moment Professor McGonagall mentioned that he had two new members joining his Quidditch team. He was delighted and couldn't stop rambling about winning this year now that he has you as a new chaser and Harry as a seeker. Though apparently, first years are not allowed to enter house Quidditch teams. But McGonagall reassures you she will talk with Dumbledore and see if they can bend the first-year rule.
Professor McGonagall was very much expecting a good performance on your part— else she might as well change her mind and lock both of you in the dungeons. She mentioned she could not even bear to look at Snape's face last year after Gryffindor was flattened to the ground by Slytherin.
It must have been a most embarrassing defeat if McGonagall herself felt flustered about the whole thing. Well, you were to now make sure that Gryffindor triumphs this season.
You were in the Great Hall for dinner, where you and Harry had just finished telling Ron what happened after you left. Ron was too shocked to the point of forgetting his food to stare at you with wide eyes. You would have laughed at his reaction but did not want to choke on the steak you were chewing.
"Seeker and a chaser?" he mumbled. "Both of you must be the youngest house players in about a century!"
You nodded, grinning. "That's what Oliver told us. It slightly made me even more excited to begin practice." You cut off a sizable portion of the steak using your knife, then nonchalantly chucked it beneath the table, where Schrödinger feasted on whatever food you threw down.
Ron was so impressed and amazed that he just sat there gaping, a piece of Kidney Pie halfway in his mouth.
"Ron, if you don't swallow that right now, I'm making you do so."
Fortunately, he has half the mind to return to his senses and continue his meal.
"We will start training next week," Harry whispered— it's a miracle how Ron still caught on with how noisy the hall is with the endless chatter. "Don't tell anyone, though. Wood wants to keep it a secret."
"Good job!" someone mumbled to your left, which prompted you to snap your head, only to find the usual face of George, with Fred to your right. "Wood told us. We're in the team too— beaters."
Fred, as usual, laughed and playfully slapped your back. "I'm telling you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup this year, for sure. We haven't won since Charlie and Lucky left, but this year's team will be more brilliant! You and Harry are our aces this year— Wood was almost skipping when he told us."
