Harry
"Angela Kent." Harry read off his list.
Angela, a tall, stocky girl got up and swung her leg around her broomstick.
The sun was beating high, and everybody was sweating through their Quidditch clothes. Harry would not have chosen such a day for tryouts, but he had no choice.
After what Professor McGonagall had announced yesterday about the Triwizard tournament behind reinstated, and the Quidditch season being preponed, he had to keep tryouts immediately.
Angela flew around the field thrice, dodging bludgers, quaffle in her hand, and scored a very difficult goal.
Harry had to assemble a team as soon as possible. He already had Ron in mind for keeper, and Demelza Robbins and Ginny for Chasers. But he still had to find a third chaser and two beaters, since the previous two had not even turned up for tryouts.
Nevertheless, there had been plenty of students trying out his year too, and he wouldn't have a problem finding new players.
The Triwizard Tournament had been brought back, and everybody had been asking Harry about it. The moment it had been announced, Harry knew that, whatever happened, he wasn't going to take part. There had been too many bad memories of the previous one, too many feelings he'd tried to suppress.
In the common room yesterday, after Percy had gone to bed, everybody had said that he'd be a good candidate for the Tournament.
Percy.
No matter how much he tried to deny it, the boy scared him. The thing he'd done with the Latin, the touching of the stone and the wall opening, having that mysterious drachma... Who was he?
He'd told Ron and Hermione about what had happened last night, and their reactions were what he had expected. Hermione said that she'd go to the library immediately after tryouts, and Ron said that he'd sent a letter to his father asking for advice.
Harry called the next name off the list. For the first time, he wasn't really paying attention to Quidditch.
He looked to the stands, where Hermione and Percy were sitting, watching the tryouts. Percy had immediately declined trying out, because he said that he didn't suit well in the sky. Both of them seemed to be discussing something.
Harry hoped that Hermione would manage to learn something from Percy, about his past, about his abilities... anything.
He knew that Percy meant well, but Harry couldn't trust him till he knew who he was. Why was Hogwarts having him here in his last year. He would have to be awfully smart to finish seven years worth of learning in one year.
As the sun starting to go down and the evening approached, Harry finally finished tryouts. By the time he was ready to announce the results, almost the entire Griffindor house had arrived, with many Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and even some Slytherins.
Ron had made it back as a keeper with a terrific tryout, and so had Ginny and Demelza Robbins. The third chaser had been Angela Kent, who's tryouts had been pretty good. Finally, the two beaters were Golia Yard and Winston Higgins, both third years who'd done quite well.
By the time everyone in the Quidditch pitch was leaving, it was almost five in the evening. Everybody changed and met in the common room, where Percy and Hermione still seemed to be discussing something. Hermione had that fascinated, dreamy look in her eyes, the one she had everytime she saw new books or any sort of learning resources.
Ron came over to Harry with a butterbeer and handed it to him. He gazed at Hermione and Percy, who were now speaking in hushed tones.
"I sincerely hope for the sake of that bloke that he tells her something about his past," Ron said disdainfully. "She shooed me away when I tried to give her a butterbeer. They're talking about something very important, by the looks of it."
Hermione got up, walked past everyone and suddenly disappeared out of the portrait hole, out of the common room.
Percy came over to where Harry and Ron were standing.
"Where did Hermione go?" Ron asked.
"Library. She need to check up on something."
"What were you two talking about?"
"Something about my family." Percy said darkly. "She said that she had figured something out, but needed to be sure before she could tell anyone. So she went to the library."
"Your family?" Harry and Ron looked mystified.
"I'm a half blood." Percy said hurriedly. "And I wanted to know more about the wizarding side of my family. My mom didn't tell me much."
"What about your father? Is he a muggle?"
"It's complicated. I'll tell you guys later. That story would take at least ten books if I wrote it all down."
I'll tell you guys later.
Harry was shocked at the fact that Percy was ready to tell everything so easily.
"When will you tell us? And what about last night?"
"Yeah I'm working on the details of last night. Seems to me that the fountain was working as a collect iris message, and it would have been forever until someone put a drachma in there. We activated the fountain, and after all these years and with the amount of magic around it, it couldn't handle anything after a point. It exploded. I'm pretty sure it would've told us more information about Delphi if it hadn't burst. As for the part about who I am, I'll tell you as soon as I get to know myself."
On cue, the portrait door swung open and Hermione walked in. She pointed at where they were standing.
"You three, come with me to the library now."
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The librarian, Madam Pince, stared at them like a hawk when they entered. She had always been very possessive over her library and often chased rowdy students away with broomsticks.
Hermione led them to a section at the very back of the library, where many books were scattered around.
"This is the section where I found the book which told me that Eileen Prince was Snape's mother. So I naturally came here again for family records."
She opened a huge book called Wizards of our Generation and turned to a page.
"This book is only twenty years old, so there was a very good chance of finding what we wanted." She pointed to a small painting of a wizard, "Look at this."
It was a picture of a man wearing one of those ridiculous dress robes, much like the ones Ron had once owned. He was smiling at the picture. Beneath it, the caption said Alistair Potter.
"That," Hermione said, "Is your grandfather, Harry. Look at the description box next to the picture."
The description box did reveal some things.
Name: Alistair Potter
Occupation: Department of Foriegn Affairs in the Ministry
Spouse: Arabella Potter
Address: 8, Godric's Hollow
Children: Two
Harry's vision blurred. He couldn't read after that. Two? James Potter had been an only child.
Ron's mouth dropped open and Percy gasped. He stared at the book with horror.
"Yes," Hermione said satisfactorily to Percy, as if confirming something. "That's what I thought."
"What?" Ron demanded.
"Well," Hermione said, "It doesn't specify much about the children here that much, but if check other books, the two children had been named James and Sally. And if I'm not mistaken, Sally Potter was reported dead at the age of twenty four. After that nobody ever spoke of her. She became like Arianna Dumbledore. She was hushed up and any matters concerning her were not published. The only thing I found about her was her obituary, which came in the Daily Prophet. The American Prophet."
She handed them a newspaper. The headline read, Sally Potter: Our hope of the generation. Nobody bothered reading the article. They were looking at the picture of the girl. She was tall, with brown hair and brown, kind eyes. She was smiling and waving at the picture.
Next to Harry, Percy said one word.
"Mom."
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Now I know a lot of you guessed that, but Percy is a bit slow on catching up with things. Now that he's found out everything, more secrets should be revealed.
Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. Also I won't be updating till mid January, because I have two sets of career changing very important exams coming up. The first one's in January and the second in March. So I'll update sometime between those two periods, but not otherwise.
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