Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 15: New Keepers

Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 15: New Keepers

I had come to the decision that perhaps it would be easier if I was to show what happened to me in the Veil in portions, because it would take forever to do it in just one night.

Anyway, Quidditch try-outs were coming up soon. 

Harry had chosen me to be his assistant captain. Today, in fact, was the day of the try-outs.

"Hagrid misses you three," I told Hermione, Ron and my brother that morning at breakfasts. "Feels bad, you know? Thinks you didn't like his class."

"We did... It's just..."

"The skewerts?" I asked Ron, knowingly. He nodded.

"Well..."

I rolled my eyes. "We're going to begin working with mermaids in a few days. You're all really missing out."

"We will go down and see him after try-outs," Harry decided.

Together, the four of us headed down to the Quidditch pitch. Hermione departed from us and went to go and sit in the stands. Ron went over to the large group of people who were trying out.

Grabbing our brooms from the locker room, we both grinned at one another before heading out onto the field.

I took a quick glance at who was all here; I recognized a few of the people. Ron was in the group of sixth years.

McLaggen was in the fifth year group, and Dean was in the sixth year group as well.

I hope they all remembered that there would be no need for a seeker, and that we only needed two chasers. But we did need a keeper and two beaters. Neither Harry nor I are play either of those two positions.

The first group was full of first years who couldn't even get on the broom correctly. Only one managed to actually do it, and when he did he was so excited that he fell off the broom.

The second group was full of second years, and they were slightly better than the first.

The third years were pretty good- I thought that perhaps one of them would get a spot if things go the right way for them.

The fourth group? It was full of fourth years, and they were in Hufflepuff. They were giggling at the sight of my brother, causing me to roll my green eyes in disgust. Who would ever fancy my brother? Well, Ginny would, but Ginny's awesome.

"Okay, anybody who is not in Gryffindor, please leave," I loudly stated, annoyed. I wanted to go and see Hagrid and perhaps write to George. However, at the speed things were going, I probably wouldn't have the chance to.

Not to my surprise (but to Harry's), a majority of the people walked out of the pitch, bummed. Some went into the stands to watch though.

Anyway, first off, we went through the chasers. It was my job to fly up there with them, and judge who would be a good fit. Harry would be watching too, of course.

In the end, Ginny had gotten a spot. Katie Bell returned to the team also. I was glad that I knew both of the chasers really well, because let me tell you, I wasn't going to make friends with some new people.

We went on to find our beaters. Neither of the two that we chose had the excellence of Fred and Georgie, but they were good enough.

On of them was a third year named Jimmy Peaks, who, even though he was a bit small, he was pretty good.

Jimmy managed to hit my brother in the back of his neck, causing a large bumpy welt to appear. I laughed, grinning at my brothers pain and anguish.

Then there was Ritchie Coote, who even though he was really small and thin, was awfully good for a fourth year.

Neither of the two were as good as the twins, however.

Next up was the keepers. It was between Cormac McLaggen and Ron. I seriously hoped that Ron did get on the team, because he was excellent last year. He was also one of my best friends, but Harry and I had to be careful with that. We didn't want anybody to say that we're biased in any sort of way.

I flew around and threw the quaffe at McLaggen five times. He got the first four, but he didn't get the last one.

Next, I threw five at Ron, who, to a lot of onlookers surprise, managed to get all five out of the scoring zone.

"Okay, Ron, you're the new keeper."

"What? That's not fair!" McLaggen shouted, angry.

I felt my face go red with anger.

"I will take care of this, Harry," I told my brother.

"Alright," he said, a smile beginning to form on his lips.

"Listen, buddy," I began, all up in McLaggen's face. "You saved four. Ron over here saved five. Ron is better than you! And a sore loser is not a good team member, you know?"

I began to turn around, my anger calming down.

"You are just biased!"

My anger boiled up again. I turned around.

"I am not biased," I stated, every word much more pronounced than the last. "Ron was better than you were. So go back to your dorm before I give you a detention."

"You can't give detention! You're not a prefect!"

I arched an eyebrow.

"Really? Watch me. I'll tell McGonagall. She doesn't like sore losers."

I don't know if he was scared of me or not, because he ran off like a little boy would when approached by a stranger asking if they wanted candy that was in the back of their white van.