Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone | Male OC insert.

Chapter XI: Understanding Quidditch

Hermione and Neville haven't spoken to Ron, Harry, and Y/n at all. They really didn't care. It's not like they were friends with them.

At breakfast Harry got a package and when He, Ron, and Y/n opened it later that day he saw that it was a Broomstick. And Y/n had to admit--despite not caring about quidditch--he was quite jealous.

At seven O' clock that night Harry had to leave to practice with Oliver Wood. He was nervous he would get lost so he made Y/n go with him.

"Why didn't you bring Ron instead, Harry?" asked Y/n.

"Because Ron was behind in some work, so he couldn't come," Harry replied.

"Of course he was."

They'd never been inside the stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end. They were fifty feet high.

Too eager to fly again to wait for Wood, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling -- he swooped in and out of the goal posts and then sped up and down the field. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch.

"Showoff!" Y/n shouted up at him.

They a voice behind him shouted, "Hey, Potter, come down!"

Y/n turned around and saw a burly fifth-year boy with a trunk in his hand.

"Hey, you, come help me with this!" He shouted at Y/n and he ran over and held the other side of it.

"I'm Y/n Riddle," Y/n said.

"I'm Oliver Wood," He replied. "Since you're here wanna practice with us?"

"Sure."

Harry landed next to them.

"Very nice," said Wood, his eyes glinting. "I see what McGonagall meant... you really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week." He turned to Y/n. "If you're good, maybe you can try out next year. You can still practice with us though."

"Maybe."

Wood then opened he crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.

"Right," said Wood. "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers."

"Three Chasers," Harry and Y/n repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.

"This ball's called the Quaffle," said Wood. "The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"

"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," Harry and Y/n recited.

"Can I see the Quaffle?" Y/n asked.

"Sure!" Said Wood.

Y/n took it and walked a bit closer to the hoops.

"Harry, broom."

Harry tossed him the broom and Y/n mounted it. Y/n kicked off the ground and went into the air. He went to one side of the field and threw the ball all the way to the other side where it went into the other hoop before going to grab it and going back down.

"Pretty good, Riddle," Wood said as Y/n touched the ground.

"Still looking for something to do," Y/n replied handing Wood the ball which he took and put back in the case.