Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

A New Seeker

"Remember, don't-"

"Oh shut up George, I know to stay on the broom!" I yell and playfully push him as Fred, George, Hermione and Ron accompany me down to the Quidditch pitch.

"I hope Harry's next lesson is going okay," Hermione say worryingly. Harry had to go and have another private lesson with Snape.

"He'll be alright," Ron says, bouncing along side me. "Can you just fly from here Trista! I'm dying to see you fly!"

"I don't understand Ron, you've seen me before, why is it so exciting?" I ask.

"Because you're going to be the Seeker, replacing THE Harry Potter." I roll my eyes, swing my broom off my shoulder and jump on.

The wind whipped around my cloak and I felt my two braids dancing behind me. The feeling was amazing. I hadn't felt this great in ages. I did a few quick laps of the pitch and hover next to Oliver who had the chest containing the Quidditch balls inside. Oliver keeps the quaffle and bludgers in the box and pulls out the snitch. "Ready Trista?" Oliver asks.

"Sure am," I say and watch as Oliver releases the snitch. I dart after it, flying upwards until the snitch flies to the left. I make the turn with ease and then dive, as the snitch speeds towards the grass again. It then flies up and right, and I am almost within reach if it when it drops suddenly again. I reach my arm out as I dive and I almost mange to enclose my hand around it before it shoots forwards even further.

I edge my broom on, leaning forward with all my might. I take my hand off the handle and give one last surge forwards to reach and capture the snitch. Everyone below cheers, and when I land Oliver gives me a hug, practically crying.

"I thought all hope was lost, but Trista, if you can do that, we might still have a chance!"

"Oliver let her go!" Fred says laughing, pulling him off of me.

"Yeah you don't want to squeeze her to death!" George teases.

"Eh, yeah you're right. Anyway, I'll meet you in the Gryffindor common room tonight to go through our game plan. Okay?"

"Sure thing," I smile.

Oliver turns and heads back towards the castle muttering things like 'saved' and 'never would have thought.'

"Trista that was super amazing!" Hermione squeals, giving me a hug.

"Bloody brilliant!" Ron says patting me on the shoulder.

"Trista, when we play next week you better catch that snitch," George says.

"Yeah no pressure at all," I say sarcastically as we head back to the castle.

That night, I meet Oliver in the common room and he sits me down before pulling out a large three dimensional Quidditch pitch. Somehow, he managed to get seven little players dressed in scarlet to fly on brooms over the pitch.

"Now Trista, I don't mind what you do to distract Malfoy but make sure he doesn't get that snitch before you. It's likely he will try his normal tactic and wait till you see the snitch and follow you. So really sell that you've seen the snitch and take off to get him by surprise and then dart back the other way and loose him."

I only had time to nod to show I understood before he started talking about how to avoid bludgers.

At 10 o'clock, Oliver literally sent me upstairs to bed to make sure I was well rested for our training tomorrow morning.

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Training was intense. Oliver was not taking any chances of loosing this game and therefore was going over repeatedly our tactics and what techniques and moves to do to avoid theirs. "Their chasers are rough, but ours are smart. Ladies, fly them idiots into each other if they are riding your tails. Fred and George, hit those bludgers so hard it breaks their bats on the way to breaking their nose," Oliver growled.

At this point I was scared at what Wood was going to ask of me.

"Trista, I don't care if you plummet to the ground because you've had to jump off your broom to catch that golden snitch." My face must have looks horrified.

"I care if I plummet to death," I say looking at Fred for back up.

"Dumbledore would stop you before you hit the ground, he did for Harry." Katie encourages.

"Oh man," I whisper to myself, feeling the pressure growing inside of me.

"Well what are we standing around talking for? Get back in the sky!"

I don't wait for any more instructions. We fly several slaps around the pitch, work on dives and shaking off defenders. My hands were sore from gripping on to my broom for dear life when we finally land back on the ground.

"Good training everyone, Slytherin won't know what hit them!" Wood yells ecstatically.

I take double the time to get back to my bed, where I fall, sweaty clothes still on, and fall straight to sleep.

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Authors Note

Hello there!

I have been completely pre-occupied at the moment due to school work and my new Harry Potter fandom account on Instagram (phoenixfawkess). I really wanted to write more these holidays but time has gotten away from me! I'm really sorry!

I won't make a promise, but I'll try my hardest to update before school goes back in four days.

Please stay with me, keep voting and continue to comment!

Love Erin x
A Proud Potterhead ⚡️