"You're ready for this right?" George asks as He, Ginny, and I sit outside the stadium. I nod frantically.

"I've always been ready for this," I chuckle, "this is my dream to be on the team."

"They are going to push you physical and mentally," Ginny says, "can you handle that?"

"After everything that's happened this year," I say to them, "I can handle anything." George smiles proudly. It was his idea to get me out to tryouts for Irelands quidditch team. I liked them way more than any other team. And they had a beater position open. Since I was so torn on whether or not to go back to Hogwarts. They presented me with the opportunity to tryout for the team. If I make it, I play quidditch professionally. If I don't I go back to school and finish off my NEWT classes.

"Well then let's get you inside!" Ginny says cheerfully. She yanks my arms toward the stadium doors. Pushing past all the others as we make it to the field.

"Alright!" The captain screams once we get there, "if you aren't trying out get off my field! If you are find the group for your position. We do not however need any Seekers or Keepers this year. If you are here for either of those positions please also see yourself off the grounds." After he stops talking the people who he were trying out for Keeper or Seeker and the ones not trying out at all exit the field. Ginny and George give me a quick thumbs up before moving off towards the stadium seats. Leaving me with hundreds of strangers. For the first time I'm extremely nervous to be on a quidditch pitch.

"Hey Cultven I've 'eard about you," One of the people in the Ireland uniforms says. "I'm Puck, beater." I extend my hand to him. He shakes it lightly.

"Nice to meet you Puck," I say to him, "call me Y/n. Cultven is way too school type."

"I understand," he says, "you a beater?"

"Of course," I say to him, "I know that I don't look the part but I've got a killer swing."

"I bet," he says waving me over to his group of kids, "now don't expect you to get a position all cause you're a hero or whatever."

"I wouldn't dream of using that card for this, free ice cream maybe. But not a whole job," I say to him, "I'd rather earn my spot on the team."

"I appreciate that of you," Puck says, "now Hero. Let's see how much you can do today. I doubt past the first round. I smirk at him hiding my nerves.

"I'll try my hardest," I say simply, "I guess we'll see how far that goes."

"Attention!" The Captain yells, "first we start with 6 laps around the pitch. Running them. Then fly 6 laps around."

"Easy," a male beater competitor says. He looks at my wide eyes, "to hard for you?"

"Piss off," I hiss as I walk towards the group getting ready to start the laps.

"Start running!" The captain yells. I take a deep breath and keep my pace up as I run along near Puck. Not trying to wear myself out but still not trying to get out ran.

"You're not going fast enough Cultven," My Male competitor says. I smile before speeding up slightly. He changes his pace to as we move to the front of the line racing. Still barely wearing myself out. I mean after keeping up with Harry since first year I've gotten good at being better than the guys around me.

"I think I'm going faster than you," I mock as we keep going. Me constantly a couple feet ahead of him for each lap. As we finish the warm up laps I bend over panting slightly while the challenger breathlessly pants as he points towards me.

"Wo-ah," he pants loudly, "man Cultven."

"Thank you Thank you," I say as I sit up taking deep breaths, "I never got your name."

"James," He says extending a hand as he leans up, "James Cullen." I shake his hand firmly.

"So you think you can handle the rest of this?" I ask him, "I'm not the only person here wanting that spot."

"And you think you have a chance?" He asks harshly and I chuckle.

"I'm just kidding," I say to him, "We all have our strengths and weaknesses man."

"Cultven come here!" I hear the captain yell. I look to James then rush off to the captains side.

"Yes sir?" I ask I stand in front of him. He looks down to his clip board then into my eyes.

"You're On team one," He says then points to a hoard of players, "go over there."

"Okay," I say quickly as he shoos me off. I walk over to the mixed group of new guys and the old team members. Taking a deep breath. I had to do good at this to get in. This is what I really wanted.

"Alright get up in the air now!" The captain calls. He watches as we all climb onto our brooms and take off. After the loud whistle we start the scrimmage. The seekers start there battle right away while I rush towards the buldger. Smacking it as hard as I can into the opposing seeker. It knocks him down a little and I smirk speeding towards it again to keep up with the defence. Blocking out the cheering of the friends and families in the stand. That was fairly easy seeing as when I competed against the Gryffindor team at school. I see James fly past in the corner of my eye. His bat extended slightly ready to hit the buldger. With a loud smack I make a jolty dive realising it's aimed target was me. I raise my bat and smack it back to him knocking him from his broom. The captain blows the whistle frantically.

"Someone get James!" He screams more out of annoyance than anything. I fly over and help the boy up. We weren't far from the ground so it was nothing more than I slight bruise.

"I don't need your help," James huffs standing up. I roll my eyes and back up flying back to the air to rejoin the others.

"Come on Cultven you've got this!" George screams. I smile. Him helping me train for this has helped him get out of his head and back into reality a little bit.

"Yeah Cultven you've got this!" Ginny screams. I smile at them and then refocus into the game. My team up by 10 by the next time James gets knocked down. He's honestly a shit flyer. Yet somehow I doubt that's the problem.

"You can't be a pro if you can't clear your head," I say flying towards him as he sits on the ground rubbing the back of his head.

"Whatever," he huffs and I chuckle.

"Fine man," I say, "be like that I was just trying to help."

"Not everyone has money or fame to fall back on!" He snaps, "some of us only have this chance." I look back to him and tighten my fist at the comment. I let it go at the technical truth.

"Then let me help you," I say to him, "I want to help you have a better chance." He furrows his brows. "Or not. It doesn't matter to me."

"Fine," He huffs. I look to him and smirk.

"Hold your broom tighter James," I tell him, "where did you go to school?"

"Beaxubons," He says. I nod.

"Then you might not have been taught this," I tell him, "you want to hold it so tightly that you won't slide, but not tight enough to strain your hands. We used to compare it to strangling someone at Hogwarts."

"That's dark," He says.

"I was a Slytherin, my dorm was literally in the dungeons," I chuckle, "Of course it was dark."

"You two come on now!" The captain screams. Frantically I climb back on my broom and get to the air. James closely following behind me. We start the match again. This time both os us doing significantly better. The match more fair and closer. "Alright you all can land I've made my decision." We all land and crowd around him. He takes a deep breath and looks around. "Harley Dolena," He says, "you're a back up chaser, Marvin Tolhan you're a chaser, James Cullen back up Beater, Y/n Cultven beater."

"Yes yes yes!" George screams from the stands whole other friends and families of the other people who made it cheer. I give him and Ginny a thumbs up.

"That's all we needed this year. Thank you all for attending these tryouts, now if you made the team please hold back so we can collect sizes and give schedules," The captain says, "now go." The field empties and I look to James.

"Congratulations," I say to him.

"Same to you," He says softly. I smile at him and he smiles back. "You did good."

"Thanks," I say to him as the captain reaches me. He hands me my contract and informational stuff. After a long wind of dealing with the behind the scenes I'm released leave. Ginny and George tackle me the moment I get out of the stadium.

"You did it!" Ginny cheers. I smile.

"I know!" I cheer, "isn't it great."

"It's fantastic!" George says, "Now we can go celebrate!"

"I say we go to the burrow and get our hands on my stash of fire whiskey," I say, "now let's go I've look at my schedule for this season and I don't want to be on this field more than I have to."

And with one harsh messy tryout I made my way on the Ireland quidditch team. This pulling me straight from Hogwarts. But now this lead me to having a real opportunity for a career.