Window into the Past

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Someone was shaking me awake and I groaned. "Oh, it's Saturday! Leave me alone."

I opened my eyes to see Angelina and Katie, the other Chasers on the Quidditch team. "We know, sorry about the early call, Wood has practice scheduled."

"Imma coming," I slurred.

The three of us went down towards the changing rooms on the Quidditch Pitch. "Looking forward to it?" Katie asked me. "Definitely, we'll win the cup," I said optimistically.

"Well, we put in good words for you," Fred smirked, yawning his head off. "Don't make us regret it." 

"Oh shut up, I'll beat you one on one any day," I gave him a tired smile. 

Harry came into the tent, looking zombified. We exchanged smiles before Wood addressed us all.

"I have spent all summer coming up with a new training plan, especially since we have new blood on the team in the form of Joy Jones," he said.

I gave him a small salute and the others a bow. Wood was going into a big plan and Fred had fallen asleep, as did Angelina.

"Any questions?" he asked us after an hour. "Couldn't you have told us yesterday? When we were awake?" George suggested sarcastically.

We finally made our way onto the pitch. "Harry! Over here!"

The clicks of the camera pissed Harry off greatly. "Colin? Number one fan?" I assumed.

"Might be a Slytherin spy," Wood mumbled. My head drifted to the left to see the Slytherin team. "No, they're over there."

"Unbelievable!" Wood ranted. "FLINT!"

Marcus Flint was the captain of the Slytherin team. "The pitch is booked for us today! We have a new Chaser to train! Clear off! Now!"

"There's room for all of us and I don't believe little Jonesy needs the training," Flint retorted.

"I booked the pitch!" Wood flipped out. "Ah but I have a note from Professor Snape," Flint boasted.

Snape, of course.

"Rotten git," I grumbled under my breath. "New Seeker? Who?"

Malfoy stepped out, in his silver and green Quidditch robes. "I wonder how much he paid Flint, or rather his dearest daddy," I whispered to Harry.

"What are you saying back there, Jones?"

"Malfoy, I'm talking about you, not to you," I hissed at him. Ron and Hermione, who were by the stands, intending to watch us practice, came over to see what the commotion was.

"Look what Father gave us," Malfoy bragged. They all had the newest broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand and One.

"What the bloody hell is he doing here?!" Ron exclaimed, pointing at Malfoy.

"I'm the new Seeker for Slytherin," Malfoy smirked. "Jealous of my broom, Weasley? Your brooms could be in a raffle in a museum."

"Well," Hermione folded her arms. "At least Joy didn't have to buy her way in. She got in on pure talent."

All the Gryffindor team nodded in agreement and Malfoy glowered at Hermione. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

Hermione didn't react, she didn't know what it meant, nor did Harry. But everyone else did.

"You son of a..." I lunged at him but Angelina restrained me as Flint was trying to stop Fred and George from pouncing on Malfoy.

A loud bang made us all jump and I looked to see Ron on the ground. Angelina let go of me so I could check on him.