Odd Weasley

Chapter Five

Here is the Gryffindor's. Gryffindor - Katy Perry parody.

Classes were extremely slow today. Lockhart just bragged about himself. Snape clearly hates the Weasleys.

And so much more. The good thing was I got to sit with Ginny in every class. No one else sat with people outside of their house. Plus Ginny and I already passed broom lessons, so we have a free period.

And right now, I'm going to Quidditch tryouts. I know the chances are slim, but it's worth a shot. I walk on the pitch. It's huge.

Everyone trying out in Slytherin are grouped by what they're position they're trying for. I line up for Chaser.

"Listen up," the captain shouts. "You better do all you can or you won't make it."

We each take turns for the tryouts. When my name is called, there are snickers. I roll my eyes and mount my broom. I do extremely well, even if I'm using a Cleansweep 16.

An old style broom, but I make it work. I loose track of how much I have done. I land on the ground when told to.

"The list is right here," the captain calls. I notice Draco is smirking. He probably bribed the team, but I used talent. Merlin's beard.

If I don't make it on my talents, they screwed themselves. The captain starts calling out those who made it.

"Chasers," I start actually listening. "Pucety, Warrington, and Weasley."

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My Quidditch team walks out to the pitch. We're stopped by the Gryffindor team. The two of the captains starts talking.

"You have a new Seeker and Chaser," Wood, Gryffindor Captain states. He has sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. "Whom?"

The team pushes Draco and me forward. The twins start laughing.

"The only good player you have is Abi," one of them shouts.

"You guys chose Malfoy?" Harry asks.

"My father got almost everyone new brooms."

"At least all of the Gryffindor's team got on by talent," Hermione states. Ron is next to her. Where did they come from?

"Shut up filthy Mudblood," Draco spats. I gasp and Hermione looks like she is going to cry.

"Eat slugs," Ron shouts. His wand backfires and he flies backwards.

Draco and the others on Slytherin team laugh. I turn around and swing. I make contact with Draco's face.

"And you better find a new Chaser," I tell the Slytherin Captain. I help my older brother up and we head straight to Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid is a tall, hairy man in charge of the grounds. He helps Ron inside and give him a bucket.

"All we can do is wait," Hagrid states. "Who was he trying to curse?"

"Malfoy," Harry responds. "He called Hermione a.... Actually I don't know what he called her."

"He called me a Mudblood," Hermione states.

"Terrible," Hagrid gasps.

"What is it?" Harry asks.

"It's an insult to muggleborns," I inform him. I look at my hands. "It means filthy blood. That she shouldn't have her powers because of her family."

"That's terrible."

"And you know what Hermione," I tell her. "He is just arogant. He is just jelous of you."

"She's right," Hagrid tells her. He grabs Hermione's hands. "I never met a witch as wonderful as you. Your brilliant."