Magic, Family, Power, & Freedom

Doubts Deepen

"Asshole"- talking

§Open§ -Parseltongue

'Prat' -thinking

"Enough" -familiar speaking/beast speak/gobbledegook

"Hello" - speaking different languages

'This kid' -familiar/magical creature/ goblin thinking

Hello -writing/messages/news/letters

Scream- memories/dreams/visions

*Sit* -action

Chapter 5: Doubts Deepen

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Third pov:

Terrible, utterly terrible that all Angelina felt. She looked down at Harry and then stared at her hand as if it had betrayed her. Her mouth dropped open but no sound emerged, she could only stare at the boy. It was the end of the first team practice. The whole thing went well. Considering it was their first practice for the year and that they were welcoming a new teammate, it had gone very well. The team picked up practically where they left off last year, finding their groove swiftly. Harry was a natural on the broom. He had plenty of room for improvement of course but he had flown far better than he should have given that he had never known he could fly a broom until a few weeks ago. He learned the general rules of Quidditch swiftly and unlike most new players who had already developed bad habits and refused to listen to other's advice. Harry was a clean slate who listened well and did not argue with them when they made suggestions. Wood had released the Snitch in practice mode and Harry had managed to catch it relatively easily. There had been even times when he did tricks that were moves that more experienced Seekers would do. He would spin his broom using the back end to hit the bludge away and even help Oliver block some shots with his broom playing the role of a defensive Seeker which he did really well.

The whole team had been excited since it was rare for a Seeker to actually play a defensive/assistant Seeker so they were glad to have one on the team as no one in other house seekers was that skilled. It was not an exaggeration to say that none of the Seekers from the last two skills showed such skill and they were older and more experienced than Harry. It was also not an exaggeration that by the time Harry reached his fourth year he may be just as skilled as Charlie was if not been at his level sooner. Harry himself was also caught up in the excitement of practice having so much fun that he had not had since his programs ended.  He had been smiling in a way none of the players had ever seen before. Though it had been small barely showing any teeth it was still a smile. It was a smile that did not have pain hidden under it and it was a smile that actually reached his eyes. The smile was not forced but actually looked genuine. And somehow Angelina ruined that. When they had landed she had bounded up to the boy and clapped him on the shoulder which she thought was a normal friendly but enthusiastic pat while giving him some praise.

Angelina-"Nice Job Potter!"

His reaction was not one she expected it was as if she had cursed him. He dropped his broom and spun around dropped to the ground curling into a ball arms over his head making himself as small as he could.

Harry-*shouts*"I'm Sorry!"

Angelina was beyond shock she was utterly confused and horrified. She stood there frozen, almost like she had been turned into a statue. She had never imagined that this would be Harry's reaction. What was worse was the boy's expression. He looked at her with pure undiluted fear. Angelina knew she was a bit of an intimidating figure. She was tall, solidly built with what her parents called a "wiry muscle".  She had seen other players look at her with apprehension before, when she flew straight at them. It was the fear of someone knowing someone was coming for them, to take the Quaffle, to score. If she was, to be honest, she liked seeing it on the pitch. She knew people never underestimated her. To see this boy looked at her with such intense fear made her feel horrible. The team had stopped as Harry cried out, their eyes flicked from between Harry and Angelina. Most of the looks were confused and questioning. One resignation one has when one sees an unfortunate truth.  Fred was first to break from the shock as he bounds up, concerned with carefully applied merriment on his face as he spoke with foreign excitement.