Title: The Reluctant Chaser
Parings: Sirius/Lily-eventually Lily/James
Summary: When the Gryffindor team finds an amazing new Chaser, they're thrilled. To their horror, she's refusing to play…
Disclaimer: ~Sighs~ I HATE going through all this…Fine. ~Speaks in a monotone~ I do not own Harry Potter or anything you recognize here, including Quidditch. Although I wouldn't mind playing it…
A/N: House points to anyone who spots the Buffy reference.
"We're doomed," Sirius Black- a fifth-year Beater- declared morbidly.
"Oh, do shut up, Padfoot," James Potter-Chaser and Quidditch Captain of the Gryffindor team-grumbled, slumped in a chair.
Remus Lupin, who was watching his two friends with a concerned look on his face, said, "It can't be all that bad, James."
Peter Pettigrew ventured timidly, "There must have been someone you liked."
James shook his head grimly. "No, all of them stuck equally," he stated.
Melissa Hornridge, a sixth-year Chaser, nodded glumly. "Why on earth did Emma and her family have to move to America?"
The rest of the Quidditch team nodded sadly. Adam Walsh, the seventh-year Keeper, sighed. "And now we have to try and find another Chaser," he grumbled, stating the obvious.
Just then, Matt Hunter, a second-year and the team's Seeker, rushed up to them. "James," he panted, "you-you have to see this!"
"I was looking out onto the Quidditch field and there's this Chaser out there-guys, they're amazing! You have to come and see this right now!"
James, sighing, said, "All right, Matt."
Grumbling, the team followed Matt out to the Quidditch field, at which point their jaws dropped.
Matt hadn't been joking. As they watched the Chaser score goal after goal, James noticed two people on the ground, a boy and a girl. James managed to identify them as Frank Longbottom and Arabella Figg, but he had no idea who the mysterious Chaser was. He turned to the team and put a finger to his lips, motioning for them to be quiet. They nodded distractedly, their focus on the Chaser.
Finally she flew down to her friends. Longbottom said in a parody of an announcer's voice, "And England wins the World Cup thanks to the spectacular performance by the incomparable, the incredible…LILY EVANS!"
Evans threw her head back and laughed happily.
Figg chuckled. "Can you imagine the look on James Potter's face if he'd seen that performance, Lily?"
"It would probably look a lot like the one on my face right now," James remarked dryly.
Evans and her two friends whirled around and stared at the entire Quidditch team, all of them with huge grins on their faces. In the moonlight, James's wasn't sure, but Evans seemed to go white when she saw them.
Sirius looked at the rest of the team and grinned. "Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe we've just found our new Chaser."
"No," someone said in a small voice. To the shock of the team, it was Evans.
"Excuse me?" Adam asked, bewildered.
"I said no," Evans repeated softly, yet firmly. "Thanks for the offer but…I can't join the team. I'm sorry." And with that, Evans quickly rushed past them and went into the castle, her friends right behind her.
The team stared at each other in dismay and disbelief.
"What just happened here?" Rebecca Kingsley, a sixth-year Beater, asked in shock.
James sighed. "I have no idea."
"She said no," Sirius said blankly. "The best Chaser I've ever seen in my life, a girl that could lead us to the Cup-and she said no."
"And ran away," Matt added dismally.
James ran his hand through his already unruly hair. "Why did she refuse?" he murmured. His glasses slipped down his nose, and he pushed them back up. "All right. What do we know about Lily Evans?"
Everyone looked at each other. When Matt opened his mouth, James cut him off. "Other than she's a superb Chaser." Matt closed his mouth and looked sulky.
Finally, Melissa spoke up. "I heard she's amazing when it comes to Charms. And that she's a prefect."
"She studies," Adam offered. "A lot. I mean, she's in the library every single day."
"Okay," Sirius said. "She's good at Charms, a prefect, and loves the library. Can somebody answer this question? Why, in the name of Merlin, won't she join the team? I mean, the girl wasn't even at tryouts."
Remus came down from the dormitory and stared at them. "What's going on?" he asked curiously. "Longbottom, Figg, and Evans stormed up here a few minutes ago, Figg giving me and Peter the dirtiest looks imaginable, and they all stormed up to their respective dormitories, and now all of you are sitting here as if someone had died. What gives?"
"No one died," James informed him dully. "Just our chances of winning the Cup this year."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "And this has to do with them…how?"
Sighing, Sirius filled him in.
"Ah," Remus said when he'd finished. "I see. No offense, guys, but I really don't see what you can do. I mean, the girl's obviously made up her mind."
Rebecca stood up, a glare on her face. "That's it. I am going to storm up there and demand to know what the hell's going on in that girl's mind-wasting a talent like that on the sidelines-it's a travesty!"
"Here, here!" Matt piped up.
"Amen to that," Adam muttered.
James sighed. "Okay, okay. Sirius, Adam, Matt and I will talk to Longbottom. He's a friend of Evans; maybe he can give us some insight. Melissa, Rebecca, talk to Evans and Figg. Try to talk her into changing her mind."
Sirius snorted. "Are you so sure about that, Prongs?" he asked. "After all, Arabella Figg's her friend…she's probably poisoned the girl's mind or something." Sirius and Arabella had been at each other's throats since the end of last year, but no one could figure out why, since neither one would talk about it. It was the only thing the two seemed to agree upon, other than the fact that they both despised one another.
Fifteen minutes later, Sirius, Adam, James and Matt were all officially pissed off as hell. Frank had flat-out refused to explain Lily's actions, saying merely that Lily's decisions were her own and that no one had the right to interfere with them as long as they weren't hurting anyone.
"It IS hurting someone!" Sirius howled. "The team-the house-hell, anyone who doesn't want to see those slimy Slytherin prats win the Cup!"
Frank simply raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear this, Black, but…Quidditch really isn't the end of the world, you know."
And that was the end of the conversation as far as Frank was concerned. James could only hope, for the team's sake, that Rebecca and Melissa had had better luck with Evans and Figg.
Sirius whispered to James in the next bed as James was trying to ignore Peter's snores, "I don't care what anyone says…Evans is playing for our team. Period."
However, James felt morbidly, convincing Evans of that fact wasn't going to be easy.