Harry Potter's sister ~~~ Fanfiction

Slytherin's new seeker part 29

If Harry Potter knew that his sister and her friends and his friends were all getting food right now, he would be majorly jealous. However, as it was, Oliver was talking with the enthusiasm of an early-mid twentieth century fascist dictator during a rally but his audience were reacting more with the enthusiasm of an audience a Goblin lectures given by Professor Binns.

"Right anyone got anything they want to asked?" said Wood

"I've got one." Said Fred, who was so sleepy he didn't notice that Alicia spinet had her head resting on his shoulder and her nose deeply snuggled into his neck. "Couldn't you have told us all this when we were awake?"

Oliver was not happy and began lecturing them about how they should have won last year and that he wasn't going to take any chances. Harry felt a little guilty because he was in his post-Voldemort-induced-Quirrell-comma when the final match the previous year was supposed to be.

"This year however we have a good chance for the cup. We didn't lose either of the two matches that Harry took part in last year so this year we will succeed. The cup shall be ours." The or else of that statement was left out.

"By the way Harry?" said Katie Bell. "Why didn't you tell us you had a sister?"

Whilst Harry wondered whether the Wizarding World would ever get over the fact that he was not an only child, eight Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw made themselves comfortable in the Quidditch stands.

A few minutes later the team came out.

"Aren't you nearly finished yet?" called Ron

"We haven't even started." Harry called back. He eyed the toast in Ron's hands with great envy.

However much he despised Oliver for getting him up at such an unholy hour and making him skip breakfast, Harry was glad to be back on his broom. Teaching his sister to fly had been fun but when it came to hard pressed exhausting and intensive training that one could only get from a Gryffindor Quidditch practise session, there was just no comparing.

"Who are all those people?" said Oliver after a while, it seemed he was so preoccupied with his intensive new training regime he had only just noticed they had a large audience.

"Well my sister is in there, you know Ron and Hermione the rest are all Emma's friends."

"Well… so long as none of them are Slytherin spies." Said Oliver obsessively

"Uh… no." said Harry

Harry was in the process of wondering what sort of damage telling Oliver that Luna was a Ravenclaw might do, when Fred pointed out "Well I see seven or so Slytherins in their Quidditch robes coming onto the pitch. Would that qualify as espionage."

"What…" said Wood, he flew down, followed by the twins, Harry and then the chasers.

They all landed in front of the green robed group.

"What is the meaning of this Flint?" demanded Wood

"Quidditch Practice." Grunted Flint with an arrogant and highly ugly smirk.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor this morning."

"Yeah but I have a note from Professor Snape." Said Flint in an 'I'm a superior cretin' – type voice.