Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

21- Quidditch Tryouts

Woah, this is the twenty-first chapter. 0.0 This is going by so fast! Don't forget to tell me your opinions in the comments or to vote! :)

Chapter Inspiration:

- Icarus ~ Bastille

This morning, Hermione and I woke up early to go to the Quidditch trials which Harry was holding. Sometimes, I really hate England. I could see my frosty breath as Hermione and I watched the scene below us on the field.

I watched as Harry tried to call the attention of the loud, rambunctious Gryffindors in front of him. "All right! Queue up! Excuse me…" Ginny, who was standing behind him, strode next to him and yelled, "SHUT IT!"

The field fell into instant silence. Harry frowned, nodding his thanks to Ginny. "Thanks. All right. This morning I’ll be putting you all through a few drills to assess your strengths. But know this: Just because you made the team last year does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?"

I cocked my head to the side, seeing Ron's pale, sweaty face. Cormac suddenly sidled up to him and they had a short conversation. They looked up at me and Hermione, but I knew they were talking about her, not me.

As Cormac sauntered away from Ron, he looked up at the stands again. Hermione smiled and waved, while I gave him a thumbs up and a fist to my palm, indicating for him to beat the crap out of the other Keepers.

I saw a smile appear on his face as he snickered quietly, giving me a nod. Harry motioned for some people to get on brooms. The trails had begun.

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I grinned and watched as Ginny flew by, handling the Quaffle with ease. With six Quidditch crazy brothers, I'm not surprised at her talent. My eyes then focused on Two Second Years collided in mid-air. I stifled a laugh and watched the Keeper's goals. 

Cormac made a brilliant save and threw the Quaffle back onto the field. Ron, who was on the other end, made shaky save, but a save nonetheless. I peered over at Hermione, who was watching Ron too, looking nervous for him.

Katie Bell snatched a Quaffle with one hand, dodged two Chasers beautifully, and made a pass to Dean, and finally sending it to Ginny as she soared below. I could see Harry looking impressed, but there was a completely different emotion in his eyes. It looked like jealousy.

Seamus sent a Bludger rocketing into the stands, scattering a group of students next to us. About two minutes later, Two Third Years collided in mid-air. I bit my lip this time, the laughter almost coming out. If this keeps up, I'm gonna fall onto the field laughing.

Cormac's turn to save came up, which he did effortlessly. Ron turned the wrong way, but somehow managed to save it anyway, the Quaffle ricocheting off the end of his broom. Hermione squirmed, looking nervous.

Demelza Robins, bent low over the stick of her broom, pining the Quaffle under her chin. She swerved past two Bludgers and a pair of Beaters. "That was quite a clever move." I commented to Hermione. She didn't reply, looking as stiff and uncomfortable as ever.

Two Beaters attempted to hit a pair of Bludgers, but end up whacking each other instead and plummeted to the ground. The Bludgers ricocheted off one another and went flying into the stands. Students, very alarmed, scattered yet again.

Cormac made another brilliant save, making Harry nervous-looking. We all wanted Ron to be Keeper, but if he was beaten by Cormac, Harry had no choice but to gift it to him. When Ron's turn came up, the Quaffle bounces off Ron’s head.

The guy was just hanging on by a thread. I saw Hermione starting to fidget, looking extremely nervous. Two Fifth Years collided in mid-air. I saw Harry groan and cover his eyes in annoyance. I chuckled quietly, still finding it funny.

Harry stood in the middle of the field, looking up at Ron and Cormac. "All right. Cormac. Ron. It’s down to you two for Keeper. We'll decide it with a shootout. Demelza, you’ll bring the Quaffle up against Cormac. Ginny, you'll take on Ron."
 
"Hang on. She’s his sister. How do I know she won’t toss him a floater?" Cormac asked Harry. Ginny shot him a glare. "Piss off, Cormac. How 'bout I toss you a floater?" Harry, a pained expression on his face, dismissed their bickering. "Quiet! I’m Captain. We do it my way. Now line up. On three. One. Two. Three!"

Demelza and Ginny shot off the ground and into the air. Ron shifted nervously while Cormac hovered in place, a confident sneer on his face. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness, knowing that his big head was going to do him no good.

At the same time, they both let their Quaffle fly. Hermione buried her face in her fingers, and muttered something. I turned to look at her for a spilt second before looking back and watching as Cormac, who at the last moment, flew his broom to the right and the Quaffle zoomed right over his shoulder. He missed it!

I jerked my head towards Ron's direction, watching as he nearly falls off his broom, but manages to right himself in a panic. He saved Ginny’s Quaffle…with his forehead. Classy. A few cheers came from the stands and Harry grinned. Hermione opened her eyes slowly. "Isn’t he brilliant?" Lavender Brown squealed.

I turned around and gave her a weird look. Someone was being way too obvious about their crush. Hermione stared at Lavender too, but she quickly eyed Cormac, who was staring at  his broom incredulously. I frowned and watched as she got up, and slipped away.

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I sat in the common room later that night in front of the fireplace. I was trying to study spells while Harry scanned his Potions book, Hermione read the Prophet, and Ron cracked walnuts, pitching the crappy pieces to the fire.

"Have to admit, thought I was going to miss that last one. Hope Cormac’s not taking it too hard." Ron started, grinning into the fire. Even from behind her paper, I could tell Hermione was rolling her eyes. "Has a bit of a thing for you, Hermione. Cormac."

"He’s vile." Hermione stated shortly. I looked over at her and then back at my book. Harry leaned over my shoulder, showing me his book. "Ever heard of this spell?" I looked at the spell he was pointing to. It was handwritten into the margins of the textbook. “Sectumsempra. For enemies.” I murmured to myself, thinking if I'd ever heard of it. I frowned.

"No I have not." Hermione, from behind her paper, told Harry, "If you had a shred of self-respect you would turn that book in." Ron turned to Hermione and laughed. "Not bloody likely. He’s top of the class. Even better than you or Laurel, Hermione. Slughorn thinks he’s a genius."

I flinched at his words. Hermione casted Ron a death glare at him before returning to her paper. She shuffled the paper and stood up. "I’d like to know just whose book that was. Let’s take a look, shall we?"

I saw Harry pale and shake his head. He held it out of reach and said, "No." Hermione walked forward, suspicious. "Why not?" He looked at her and still shook his head. "It’s…old. The binding is fragile."

Hermione looked at him incredulously, "The binding is fragile?" She attempted to grab it, but Harry held it away. Ginny suddenly appeared, and plucked it out of his hand. She opened the cover and read it, her eyebrows furrowing. "Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?"

Ron made a face and said, "The who?" as I said, "Come again?" Ginny held it for us to see. "That’s what it says. Right here. 'This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince.’"