A/N: No, I'm not giving up on "La Belle et La Bete," my Remus/Belle story, but I have had this idea in my head for quite somet

A/N:  This was just a bit of fun to while my troubles away.  This isn't meant to be taken seriously.  I've been told to add the warning that food and/or drink should not be consumed whilst reading this. 


Fred and George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Lee Jordan are all one year older than Harry, Ron and Hermione for the purposes of this story.

Disclaimer:  Everything to do with Harry Potter belongs to JKR, Warner Bros. and AOL Time Warner.  I'm making no money off of this.       


Quidditch Trials

Held Friday Afternoon


See Madam Hooch for Details

Ginny Weasley re-read the sign twice, a thought taking root in her head.  Katie Bell was out with an injury she received over the summer.  Gryffindor needed a new Chaser.  She should do it.  She could do it; she had had experience enough playing with her brothers for the past fifteen years.  Biting her lip, she decided to meet Madam Hooch.


"Well, Ginny.  I certainly am surprised.  Never thought you would have any interest in Quidditch, other than as a spectator," Madam Hooch looked over at the young redhead sitting across from her in her office.

"To be honest, Madam Hooch, I think I could be a good Chaser.  I just need the chance," Ginny replied, inwardly rolling her eyes.  Why did it always seem as if no one ever have any faith in her? 

"Well, of course it will be up to the co-captains and the rest of the Gryffindor team, which shouldn't be too difficult, considering that three of them are your brothers."

Ginny's heart plummeted.  Her brothers would most likely have a fit, when they saw that she'd signed up.  They'd be her biggest obstacle to get past. 

"Well, there's nothing left to do but wish you good luck and we'll see you on the pitch Friday for tryouts," Madam Hooch said, shuffling papers on her desk and looking at Ginny expectantly.

"There's uh, one more thing, Madam.  Could you possibly not mention this to my brothers?  They seem to be a bit overprotective when it comes to me," Ginny asked, holding her breath.  Overprotective was an understatement.  Those gits are always doing something to annoy her; such as insist that they know her whereabouts at all times.  They'd been like that ever since Voldemort's return to power.  Her parents were even worse, making her owl them at least twice a week.  Ginny supposed it was because of what happened during her first year, when the Dark Lord had used her to re-open the Chamber of Secrets, but she had grown up so much since then.

If Madam Hooch was surprised at her question,  she hid her expression well.  "Uh, sure, Ginny.  I won't say a word."

Ginny finally smiled.  "Thanks, Madam."


That night in the Gryffindor common room, the students were in an uproar.  "We've got to get a new Chaser!" shouted Fred angrily at the room in general.

"Cheer up, Fred," said his twin George.  "Madam Hooch already said we had one person who was interested."

"ONE!  And she wouldn't even tell us who it was!" their brother Ron joined in, his face getting redder by the minute.  "Said the person wanted to remain anonymous until the tryouts!  WHO IS IT!?" He bellowed this out to the rest of the students, who each looked at each other questioningly.

Ginny sat huddled up in her favorite nook under the girls' dormitory stairs, secretly smiling to herself.  Fred and George were both Co-Captains and the Beaters of the team, while their younger brother Ron was Keeper.  The twins were in their final year at Hogwarts, and were desperate to keep up the Gryffindor Team's winning streak.  Thee large, shining gold cups sat on either side of the mantelpiece in the common room, one from last year when the Quidditch tournament had been reinstated, another from Ginny's second year, and the last one was a tribute to when Ginny's oldest brother Charlie was on the team. 

Just then, another's voice interrupted her thoughts.  "Well, whoever it is," Harry Potter said reasonably, "They've got a pretty good chance of getting on the team, since no one else has signed up to try out."  Ginny could almost imagine the eager look in his sparkling green eyes, (she couldn't see him from her nook), wondering who could've signed up for the team anonymously.

Oooh, I just can't wait to see the expression on Harry's face when he sees it's the little mouse he's practically ignored for the past four years trying out to be on his perfect Quidditch team, she grinned to herself.  Dear God, I'm sorry Katie got hurt this summer in Scandinavia, but Thank You so much.

Ginny had been in love with Harry Potter ever since she'd first seen him, standing on the platform at King's Cross Station, fear and nervousness etched on his face as he walked aboard to start his first year at Hogwarts.  She was only ten years old, but Ginny's perfect memory could recall that day in an instant.  She knew all about him, every kid in the wizarding world did, but she just somehow knew that she'd meet him one day.  A child fantasy to be sure, but Ginny's hopes were not unfounded when it turned out that her brother Ron was actually best friends with him.   That first summer he'd spent at The Burrow, Ginny never spoke to him at all, just kept on peeking out at him from behind closed doors, or out of open windows, blushing furiously every time he so much as spared her a second glance.  And that's all she'd ever gotten from him, second glances.  Well, except for the time when he'd saved me from the Chamber of Secrets, she amended quickly.  And the time that Fred and George sent him that awful Valentine and timed it just so it would appear that she'd done it.  Oh, but she got those two back for that little stunt by placing a curse on their room so that everything was turned upside-down for a week. 

Her thoughts settling back on Harry, Ginny knew he'd have to recognize her as something more than his best friend's sister if she got on the team.  And Ginny was doing her best to make sure she got on the team.