"Those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly." For Iris Potter, these words defined her whole life. Born with a natural talent for Legilim...
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When word got out that Iris was up for potential Chaser, most were disgruntled by the choice of Katie's substitute. There was much muttering in the common room about the fact that Harry had now chosen both his best friend and now sister for the team. As Harry had endured much worse mutterings than this in his school career, he was not particularly bothered, but all the same, the pressure was increasing to provide a win in the upcoming match against Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, Iris knew that the whole House would forget that they had criticized Harry and swear that they had always known it was a great team. If they lost... well, the twins had endured worse mutterings.
Harry had no reason to regret his choice once he saw Iris fly that evening; she worked well with Ginny and Demelza. He couldn't believe his eyes at first. Honestly, he was surprised enough when his sister managed to get the broom in the air at all. It brought Iris no greater joy than to see Harry's eyes practically pop out of his head as she dodged and wove around the field during their scrimmage game. The Beaters, Peakes and Coote, were getting better all the time. Somehow, the only problem was Ron.
Harry had known all along that Ron was an inconsistent player who suffered from nerves and a lack of confidence, and unfortunately, the looming prospect of the opening game of the season seemed to have brought out all his old insecurities. After letting in half a dozen goals, most of them scored by Ginny, his technique became wilder and wilder, until he finally punched an oncoming Demelza Robins in the mouth.
Iris gasped in both horror and mild disgust, quickly flying towards the girl spiraling toward the ground— she had nearly forgotten how gruesome the game could be sometimes.
Landing with Iris next to Demelza and examining her fat lip, Ginny said angrily, "You prat, Ron, look at the state of her!"
"I can fix that," said Harry, landing beside the three girls, pointing his wand at Demelza's mouth, and saying "Episkey."
"And Ginny, don't call Ron a prat, you're not the Captain of this team —"
"Well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should —"
Iris choked on a laugh.
Practice ended rather soon after that, with Harry officially welcoming her to the team, accompanied by a heavy dose of shock and lingering disbelief that Iris actually knew what she was doing.
Ron was so deep in the dumps he could barely get out a congratulations as the three of them headed back toward the castle. Harry kept up a relentless flow of encouragement all the way back, and by the time they reached the second floor, Ron was looking marginally more cheerful. However, when Iris pushed open the tapestry to take their usual shortcut up to Gryffindor Tower, they found themselves looking at Dean and Ginny, who were locked in a close embrace and kissing fiercely as though glued together.
"Woah!" she exclaimed, immediately averting her gaze to anywhere else.
