Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Longing to be Found... ❯ Explanations ( Chapter 9 )

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Summary: Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts is filled with taunting dreams and dark secrets. Sirius' death fresh in his mind and bleeding in his heart, he finds his body taking the abuse for his pain as he blames himself. Harry Potter has fallen on hard times and this time he is not able to stand back up on his own, doesn't have the strength to stand back on his own. How will he ever be able to get back up, how will he ever find his strength again to continue to battle against Voldemort whose power is growing at a rapid rate? Plus what's with the new transfer student in Slytherin house following Harry around for? A beautiful new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has come to Hogwarts, but the question is will they make it through the year or do they have a secret agenda like all the others? Find out in the story Longing to be Found.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, ideas, or location's, found in the Harry Potter universe, it is property of J.K.Rowling, and found in movies produced byWarner Bros. The storyline concept for this particular fanfiction was created in the recesses of the twisted mind of this writer. I do however own the two OC's (original characters) in this story so please do not copy them.

Warnings: DARK! Contains mature content and adult themes not suitable for young children. Slash (male/male relationships beyondfriendship; also known as yaoi), non-con (rape), strong language, PWP at times, self mutilation, self gratification (masturbation), OOCness, AU

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Rated:M/NC-17
Drama/Angst

Longing to be Found…
By: TwilightKitsune1

Chapter nine (9)
- Explanations -

As Harry finished his work in his Transfigurations, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes he sat his quill down and lifted his arms into the air to stretch and realign his spin from having been hunched over the books for so long. Since it was only the beginning of the year most of the work had been fairly simple, only long and in depth, thus being the reason for the countless books scattered across the table. This was also the reason why it had taken him so long to finish these fairly simple assignments, smiling to himself he really was starting to act like Hermione sometimes, to him these assignments had been first year stuff.

As his back popped in joy Harry lowered his arms and stood up to start to gather some of the books to put back on the shelf. He knew if madam Pince saw this mess with her books she would act scandalized. Placing a few he knew he would need for other assignments aside he started to grab up the less useful ones. It was then he heard, “I see your alone scare head, I hear your mudblood finally wised up to you and decided to switch sides… I suppose she was going to realize who would win this war sooner or later.” Came Draco's voice behind Harry.

Harry quickly straightened up and turned to face Malfoy, not wanting to give a clear shot to his back, “What do you want Malfoy?” Harry said in a cold voice as he began to feel uncomfortable.

Draco looked smug, his arms crossed over his chest. His platinum blond hair had grown over the summer; while still slicked back, it reached down to just above his shoulders. Draco was also still taller then Harry, not by much, but it still irked Harry to have to glance up to Malfoy in the slightest way. As always Malfoy still sported expensive looking clothing; his black slacks seemed to gleam in the light, made from some expensive material, and his deep green button up shirt also screamed of his wealth. Draco's skin though was still as pale as it has always seemed, as though he never went outside or just sat in the dark and avoided direct sunlight for extended amounts of time. As well as his trademark grey eyes that was locked with Harry's emerald eyes.

“I wanted to see if you'd be crying; I hear you do that a lot when things don't go your way…” Draco drawled looking around the library around them. Harry then realized that he had been working in one of the secluded parts of the library having desired peace and quiet, and he silently cursed himself for his foolish thinking. “I don't see the weasel around. I figured he'd be wanting you to lick his wounds while he licks your…” Draco pointedly looked down Harry's front, “Though maybe you wanted it the other way around?” Draco sneered with a laugh.

“If you don't sod off Malfoy.” Harry threatened, stepping forward and curling his hands into fists.

“What Potter, striking to close to home for you?”

Harry didn't say anything, only glared at Malfoy. “Malfoy, I think you're confusing me with yourself.”

“Touchy Potter, as per usual. I suppose that's the best you have, I hear when you fought Granger you went a little nutty.”

Harry tried not to shout out at Malfoy that Hermione wouldn't do that to him, that they were and still are friends, he had to hold back his words or else everything they had been preparing for would be thrown away. Malfoy after all was a Slytherin and probably one of the few who had inside information on every single one of the Slytherins and their parents, “Even if I am a little nutty from a traitor, it's nothing compared to your father.”

“Watch your tongue Potter!” Malfoy warned his hand gripping tight.

“Or what, going to run to your father? Well a lot of good that'll do you, I see it now, `Father, Potter is saying horrible things about you.'.” Harry mocked in Malfoy's voice. “`Don't worry son, our dark lord will save us and make all those filthy half breeds and what have you pay for their treatment of us.' What your not getting Malfoy is Voldemort doesn't care about you or your dad, he doesn't even care about his `followers', all that crazy lunatic cares about is power and complete domination over everyone.”

“Tsk,” Draco scoffed at Harry and thrust one of his hands in his pocket as the corner of his mouth twitched. “I'm not listening to you Potter, enemy of the dark lord; you'd say anything to save your own arse from him. Besides, no matter what you say of my father at least I've still got mine.”

“We'll see for how long Malfoy, he failed in his task to his master, Voldemort, and incase you haven't figured it out, he's not such a nice guy to slap the back of his hand and say `bad Malfoy'. If he's mad enough you won't be able to say that for long.” Harry looked at Malfoy for a long while before he took a deep breath and finished, “And I'm sure he's not to happy with your mum either since she's his husband.”

Draco didn't say anything, the words Harry had said had plagued him through most of the summer, he had feared them for most of the summer, and hearing them from the enemy of his Dark lord made it seem all that much more real. “I don't care what you say… If the dark lord see's fit to punish them then so be it, I will still have my godfather.”

“Malfoy you are such a git!” Harry yelled and as the words left his mouth both boys had their wand out and pointed at one another, both casting spells at each other.

Neither boy cared they were still in the library, though deserted, it was still a library. As Harry's spell left his wand he felt part of himself yelling for a stop to this fighting, but Harry ignored it. He didn't see the effect of his spell on Malfoy, being thrust backwards harshly; his back slamming into the table. As he fell forward he heard one of the books and a few papers he had placed close to the edge fall to the floor. A little ways in front of him he heard Malfoy slam into one of the surrounding bookshelves; thankfully there wasn't a loud tumbling of books falling from the shelf.

Opening his eyes to try and see which book and papers had fallen, Harry gripped the table he'd knocked into and pulled himself up. As he was fully up pain erupted in his cheek and head and he was flung backwards by the force of it. Opening his eyes from the pain, his vision swimming and he realized he had been punched. Before he could even react he felt the weight of another's body on top of his own; quick slender hands stole away Harry's wand from his slacked grip leaving him defenseless and vulnerable.

“Looks like I win Potter.” Draco sneered down at him.

Though Harry didn't hear Draco's voice, didn't see Draco's face; it was Vernon's voice, Vernon's face that hovered above him. Harry snapped his eyes shut and his heart was pounding so loud he wondered briefly if anyone would hear it and come. His breath began to feel labored, coming out in shallow breaths of air. His body lost all its heat, draining all at once, and he felt as though he was going to be sick. `Please let this only be a beating…' Harry thought desperately. Harry's body began to tremble uncontrollably, so much so he didn't feel the slender piece of wood that had been pressed to his throat through most of this, be pulled away slowly.

Draco noticed all the subtle changes though, how Harry had snapped his eyes shut and how his color drained from his face leaving him pale. He caught how his breathing had increased and was coming out in shallow breaths. What had caught him off guard though had been the subtle tremors that were shooting through Harry's body. Yes, Draco had noticed all these things and slowly pulled his wand away from Harry's throat. When a whimper escaped from Harry's lips Draco narrowed his eyes, this was not the same Potter he had been rivals with for all these years, “Potter?” his only response to Draco's words was to tighten his already closed eyes and bite down on his lower lip. “Potter look at me!”

That was all it took, the slightly curious and worried tone in the voice above him seemed to call him back into reality. Slowly opening his eyes and turning his head, Harry's confused emerald eyes met the confused grey eyes of Draco's. All the tension in Harry's tensed body eased away, the color returning and his breathing returned to normal. The vision of his uncle had been pushed away and now he was underneath one slightly confused looking Draco. “Malfoy?” Harry whispered quietly, their eyes not breaking apart from each other as though both scared to ruin this moment of… something. “What?—” Harry began but was cut off by the shocked gasp of someone not that far from them.

That was all it took to break their gaze, the moment they were sharing broken into small pieces and scattered into the winds. “What is the meaning?! This mess! MY BOOKS!” Madam Pince cried in fury. Both boys quickly vacated their spots on the table, both now very uncomfortable. “Answer me! What happened here?!”

“I… See… Well…” Harry floundered for a moment trying to think of a way to explain what had happened with out incurring Madam Pince's wrath. “It was an accident.” Harry finished with a sigh; that had obviously not worked because he saw her lips thin and her eyes narrow at him; an angry blush coming to her cheeks.

“HEADMASTERS OFFICE NOW!” she all but screamed at them turning on her heel and leading the two out of the library, not trusting them to find the exit with out causing more damage to her precious books.

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“Madam Pince tells me an interesting story, perhaps you can explain it to me form your side of things, hm?” Dumbledore said sitting behind his desk, a smile playing on his lips.

Harry and Draco stood in front of Dumbledore's desk, keeping as much space as they could put between each other, and looking to the floor. Harry sighed and reached his hand up to fix his glasses, `At least I'm here with no problems' Harry thought bitterly before looking up to Dumbledore. “I really am sorry Professor. We just got… carried away.” Harry finished feebly.

“And ended up on top of the table?” Dumbledore said with a hint of humor in his voice. “What were you doing that the two of you became so `carried away' with that had the two of you in such a situation that the books and papers that should be on the table were replaced with the two of you?”

“…Fighting sir.” Harry finally answered not looking at Dumbledore, it sounded worse then what it was when Dumbledore had said it like that. Though for some reason he felt something inside him swell, shrugging it off as only gas Harry paid it no more mind.

Dumbledore leaned forward and looked to Draco, “Mr. Malfoy, may I ask as to why you were found on top of Mr. Potter?”

Harry snuck a look over at Malfoy and was able to catch the slightest of blushes on his cheeks; Harry was pleased he was not the only one embarrassed by their situation. “I was going to hex him, sir.” Malfoy answered with out any hesitation, as though he were bragging about it. Though considering what it had looked like Harry could understand why. He had missed Malfoy's clenched fist's at first but caught them as they loosened again at his sides and Harry couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so… `Was frustrated a good word?' he thought to himself before glancing back to Dumbledore.

“I see.” Dumbledore said before leaning back in his chair and surveying the two of them, stroking his beard in thought for a moment. “I am going to have to punish the both of you then, as I'm sure you are both know, or else Madam Pince will never let me hear the end of this I'm afraid. Because of the severity of the attack, and the damage caused, this punishment will have to last till the Christmas vacation.”

“WHAT!” both boys shouted in surprise together. “But sir that's far too long.” They echoed the same words again causing the other to glare at each other.

“I believe it is long enough, and completely fair. You two will have shared detentions. Now the head of your houses will be notified and they will tell you when your first detention on Saturday will be served and where you will be located. I'm sure you two will have calmed down by then and you'll both be able to work peacefully together. If not then your detentions will be extended and lengthened.”

“Yes sir.” Harry said not looking forward to the coming Saturday as he had been earlier.

Malfoy said nothing, his face bland and bored looking. “Then you'll be messaging my mum of this then like the last time?”

“Yes Draco that is our policy, your guardians must be notified.” Dumbledore said looking at Draco closely through his half moon spectacles.

Again Draco stood silent, not a word passed his lips after that and his stair was blank and bored looking and Harry couldn't help but wonder who Dumbledore alerted when he received detention. The Dursley's could care less and the Weasley's already have enough children to worry about. Perhaps when Sirius had been alive a message had been sent to him while he was out of Azkaban but that thought caused a knot to form in his stomach so Harry quickly pushed it away.

“Good, now the both of you return to your dorms.” Dumbledore said dismissing them and turning to the parchment littering his desk.

“Professor may I speak with you for a moment?” Harry asked as Draco quickly turned and began to leave.

“Is it urgent Harry?” Dumbledore asked as Draco reached the door.

“Yes,” Harry answered rubbing his cheek where Draco had punched him and Draco was gone from the office leaving the two of them in the room alone.

Dumbledore glanced at the closed door, not moving or saying a word until he was certain Draco was gone, listening to the fading of the footsteps on the spiral stair case. When they were gone he looked at Harry, “I presume that this is about Miss Granger then?”

“Yes sir, and also about what's going on?” Harry acknowledged.

“Sit down Harry, there is much we need to discus.” Dumbledore said motioning to a chair that Harry quickly took finally realizing how weak his body had become after all the excitement. “Miss Granger was unconscious for only two days. When she awoke she was tested and checked over, rest assured that she is fine and came out of this with no damage or ill side effects. She spoke with me and we both thought it would be best if she not return to the school immediately. It would be better to stay at a distance to perfect her Occlumency.

“As for the rumor that has been spread, that was my doing I'm afraid. After I placed you in Madame Pomfrey's care I recalled the idea Miss Granger had and the fact you supported it, so I put it in motion with the help of a few Hogwarts portraits. At the moment it is just a rumor but if you wish, now that you are conscious, we can make it into reality.” Dumbledore finished with a serious look.

Harry cast his eyes down to his clasped hands and released his breath he had been holding in worry for Hermione. After allowing his relief to roll over him in a tidal wave he looked back up to Dumbledore and nodded. He didn't want to think on this subject any more, didn't want to debt it in his mind any more, didn't want to think of all the possible things that could go wrong; they'd already made the plan so there was no turning back now since they had gotten so far. He closed his eyes for a moment, `Hermione can do this… we've trained for this… she'll be in the perfect position if we do this now.' Harry thought to himself before he opened his eyes and looked up at Dumbledore, “Hermione shouldn't come back to school until she can block her mind fully. Do you know how she's coming along?”

“Of course, I agree with you. As for her progression she is doing very well and is nearly finished with her training since she also insists on staying on top of her school work as well so when she does return she won't be too overwhelmed by school work.” Dumbledore told Harry, “Now about your training what are you planning on doing?”

“I should be fine for a while; we need to concentrate on Hermione for right now. Besides, I've got detention for a while and I'm the Quidditch captain this year, I should be fine for the time being and even if I wasn't I'm a bit full up right now I should be able to start training again full time again when this detention sentence is over.” Harry joked with a casual tone causing Dumbledore to smile.

“Yes I suppose you're right, though when you have the time I want you to come to my office.”

“Yes sir, I will.”

“Alright, our next subject of discussion will be Alex.”

“I'm not certain on that one yet Professor.” Harry admitted sheepishly since every time they are close enough to speak there is normally an onset of heated kissing or making out.

“It's alright; I've spoken with him already under the claims that he saw what had happened between both you and Miss Granger. At this point there is sadly nothing he can do but what he already does and be an informant; much like Snape in that capacity.”

“I see…” Harry said not sure if he should be happy or not, “and Professor Lupin?”

“That Harry is sadly only between Professor Lupin and myself at the time.”

“Yes sir,” Harry said understanding he couldn't know what was going on due to his untrained skills in Occlumency. “Headmaster there is one more thing I wanted to talk with you about.”

Dumbledore raised on of his eyebrows, “And what is that Harry?”

Harry was silent for a long time as he wondered on if he should ask what had been plaguing him or not. He sighed to himself and cursed silently; he needed to know. “Sir those memories that I saw… Were those yours?”

It was Dumbledore's turn to sigh, his gaze on Harry turned to a pained one, “They were…”

Harry could feel his world shift and turn upside down at Dumbledore's admission. “But sir, there was this one that I saw—”

“It was a long time ago Harry, that chapter in my life is over… Now, you should go collect your things from Madam Pince and get something to eat in the Great Hall before you return to your dorm. As I understand Gryffindor has yet to have their Quidditch try out's yet. I'll book the pitch for you in Minerva's place.” Dumbledore said ending their conversation at that.

“Yes, thank you Professor Dumbledore.” And with that Harry stood up from his seat and quickly left the office and a somber looking Dumbledore.

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Harry strode quickly towards the Quidditch pitch, his Firebolt slung over his shoulder, and his mind lost in his own thoughts. He had stayed up late into the night last night tossing and turning before giving up on trying to sleep and went to take a shower to calm his scattered thoughts in the prefect's bathroom; he really needed to thank Ron for the password one of these days.

He hadn't been under the water long before his mind turned against him, thoughts that had turned calm and tranquil due to the soothing waters that ran against his bare skin, changed to taunting, self loathing thoughts. He felt his body shaking, he didn't know why really since the water was hot but with the thoughts it might as well have turned to ice. Tightly he clamped his eyes shut; his hands found themselves buried in his hair, as he braced his head against the wall under the shower head. Perhaps this had not been such a great idea.

When his thoughts changed he tried to fight it, he tried to deny the facts, but when the truth comes you can never run from it. He was to blame for so many things and soon he was no longer leaning against the wall but was crouched in the shower with the water cascading and baring down on him as though it were imitating the thoughts of his mind, and a blade he couldn't even remember having on his person a few moments ago sliced into his skin. He hated himself, he despised himself, and the pain from the blade, water, and the mingled soap was deserved. He deserved more though, that hadn't nearly been enough. Every time he felt his body shake as the blade encased itself deeply into his skin he would grind it down further. It didn't take long for the bathroom floor to become stained red, and the water no longer ran clear.

Finally dropping the blade from his shaking hand Harry looked at the damage he had caused on his arm, his eyes feeling heavy and weighed down by some invisible force. As he surveyed it he felt unsatisfied, guilty, he felt as though he had again done the wrong thing, though some part of him disagreed and tugged the corner of his mouth up in a triumphant smirk. His arm looked mangled from his elbow down to his wrist. The cuts were deep, most down to the white layer of meat, skin hung off limp and dead from multiple places when he had wriggled the blade at those times he had felt his body shake and he wished to give it reason. He ran the hand that had caused the damage over the injuries and he watched as some of the skin flopped over his fingers. As he flicked at one of the pieces of skin he finally pulled his hand away and looked at his now crimson fingertips. `Pathetic.' He thought to himself in his self misery and fought away the on coming tears, `So pathetic.' Hugging himself he bowed his head under the water and stayed like that for a long while, not sure how long since time seemed to have ether speed by or slowed, Harry was not sure which, nor did he really.

When he finally got up it had taken him nearly twenty minutes to heal his arm, most actually healing the scars that he ended up having to be charmed to hide. He had felt better when he had been using the blade, and for a little bit as he looked at the damage part of him had been pleased, but as time elapsed and the blade was put away and the wounds and blood gone he was back to his guilt ridden self. Only as he looked at the shower floor it was slightly worse since there was still some blood lingering there and the memories of what had happened fresh in his mind; he had been doing so good and now look at what he did. It took him just one swish and that mess on the ground was cleaned up but the memories of it were still there and there were no swishes with his wand to erase that because one wrong move or incantation and he'd be sharing a room with Lockhart at St. Mungo's.

“Hey mate, how was your nap in History of Magic?” Ron said as he came up beside Harry with his own broom slung over his shoulder, almost identical to the way Harry was walking, jarring Harry from his depressing thoughts.

Harry shook his head back to reality and left his memories for another time to relive and feel guilty about. “I wasn't sleeping Ron; I've been asleep for two weeks in the hospital wing. I was just thinking.”

“Fair statement.” Ron said avoiding Harry's eyes. “So who do you think'll be on the team this year?” Ron asked changing the subject.

Harry smiled to himself, “I don't know until I see everyone who's trying out and the skill that they're all bringing.” Harry answered honestly.

“Hey Harry.”

“Yeah Ron?”

“Even if I don't make it on the team do you think I can help you with the strategies?”

“That'd be wicked!” Harry said enthusiastically.

“Really?” Ron asked unsure if Harry was just saying that.

“Yeah, it's brilliant,” Harry replied and watched as Ron's ears began to blush.

The conversation ended as they entered the pitch and both headed towards the gathered Gryffindor's, one joining the group and the other stood in front of them. Harry took note of how many had shown up for try outs today, as well as how many had shown up to watch from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Harry inwardly sighed to himself and wandered if so many had shown up just to find out about the rumor of Hermione and himself. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he looked around at the gathered crowd to find any familiar faces. Other then Ron he spotted Katie, which was no surprise, as well as Seamus, Dean, Ginny, and to his actual surprise Neville. There were others there that were familiar but Harry couldn't recall their names.

Clearing his throat Harry pulled out a clipboard he had from his inner cloak pocket, a quill attached to it, and spoke to the crowd. “A lot of you signed up this year, a few of you Professor McGonagall says has never shown any interest in Quidditch before. There are some of you who are even in other groups already and seem devoted to them. If you want to join the team, Quidditch has to be your main group. What I'm saying is if you actually make the team and then miss a practice or more importantly a game you will be dismissed and banned from the team. What I'm saying is if this sport isn't your passion, if Quidditch isn't your main priority, then please don't waist my time and the time of those who are here to play seriously.”

As Harry finished the gathered group looked at others there with them, a few nodding to Harry's words. Not long after Harry finished speaking, as Harry stood surveying the crowd, nearly half the group moved off to sit in the stands; some walking off with a shrug others walking away with their chests out obviously not having cared one way or the other to be one the team. “Alright,” Harry began once everyone had settled. “Let's start at the basics then. I want every one to get in a group of seven.” Looking down at the clipboard, the names of those who stepped off the field already crossed through, he looked back up to them, “There should be eight groups.”

Harry waited patiently as everyone split up. It had been easy enough and hoped that the rest would be just as easy. “Now I want you all to stay conscious of your fellow players, move around, doge each other, and guard other players. A team is only as good as you can make it. Now, I don't want any one to go higher then the goal posts and I want you all flying like your playing in an actual match. I'll call an end to each practice run and want who is in the air out and who is in the next group in. There'll only be one signal so when they've all landed that's when the next group goes.” Everyone nodded their understanding and Harry told the groups their order; when he finished Harry mounted his broom and flew to just above the goal posts and blew his whistle, which he had transfigured earlier, signaling the first group to start.

Harry watched all the groups as they rose from the ground. He took down notes on his clipboard for their techniques and moved with a few of them to watch how they reacted to his presence and the pressure with the belief they were getting special attention. A few Harry made note of but in all Harry was glad he had decided to look at their flying skills.

As the last group descended Harry did as well. Once his feet hit the ground he beamed at them, “That was great, all of you. Now I want to see every one who came for the chaser position.”

Twenty-seven of the fifty-six students stepped forward. Harry quickly made note of their names on his clipboard, marking what position they wanted, and stepped away from them having them follow him away from the group. “Okay, I want you all to split up into nine groups of three; every one else will sit in the stands until it's their go. Beaters will be next so you all know and you're ready.”

As every one did what Harry told them to do he went to the near by trunk that had been jumping and moving about inconspicuously all this time, and retrieved the quaffle from inside. Returning to the groups now formed he smiled, “Alright, this'll be just as easy as before.” Harry told them, a few looked nervous.

While the previous exercise had been simple in theory that did change the fact that there had been multiple collisions and a few fell right off their brooms with the simple pace Harry put them to. This exercise would focus on team work and cooperation. Two sets of three would be put against one another, one of the sets of three would have two go's at the practice due to the uneven numbering. To make things completely fair Harry made it absolutely clear that the team that goes twice will only be judged on their first go and any under handed playing will automatically boot them from the field and they would lose their chances of being on the team. After a bit of explaining and having a good laugh at Seamus' exclamation of, “We ain't trying out for Slytherin team here then! Damn I guess I got the dates mixed up. Ah well, they never seem to win any bloody well.” The try outs continued.

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As the last group finished its round and landed on the ground, Harry meet them there having taken his position back up in the air watching all of them very closely while they had been trying out. “That was good work, all of you; very well done.” Harry said as he landed with them and they smiled to him, some with expectant faces. “Now only three of you can be chasers, and it really was a hard choice with all of you who tried out, but I've made my decision.”

“Come on Harry, who'd you chose?” Dean asked with a smile as he wiped away a bit of sweat from his brow.

“Yeah mate, we're waiting.” Seamus said with a smile of his own, “On bloody pins and needles.”

“Alright, alright, my choice was Katie Bell, Ginny Weasley, and Seamus Finnigan. Congratulations.” Harry said beaming to the three he'd chosen to take up the stand as chasers.

Some smiled with Harry and congratulated the three while other's turned about face and began to argue fairness, their skill's, and how they should have gotten the position over either Ginny and Seamus. Harry was calm at first and tried to reason with them and spoke with them rationally. He explained how they lost their cool, how their skill faltered at certain times, how their stamina was not as lasting, how they were able to continue to pull off moves that even others their year and older could not achieve. Soon Harry's patience wore thin when they stopped listening and began demanding a retry. “As captain of this team it is my decision to make, I watched each and every one of you try out today. These three were the best we had and that is how it is and how it will stay; this decision is final.”

At those words the arguments stopped and Harry had to shove his way past the few who had continued to fight him. As he walked towards the stands to start the try outs for the beaters he heard Seamus' shout from behind him, “Harry, I think I know what I'm getting you for Christmas mate! A paddle so you can whip us into shape!”

End Chapter Nine (9)

A/N: Thus ends chapter nine for Longing to be Found. I know I took a while to update I had to fall off the earth for a while to handle a few things plus I'm still working on my own story ((which I haven't even touched since I disappeared which is a true shame but I have been writing notes like mad)). I wanted to make this chapter longer and roll in the whole Quidditch try outs in one but I figured “just a taste.” If you couldn't tell I'm not very good at writing the sport. I read the book Through The Ages several times, studied the chapters that had Quidditch in them in the Harry Potter books, and still I just can't seem to become interested in the game or even get the passion for it. I mean it seems interesting, I could tell you the moves in my sleep ((or at least some of them)), the fouls, the teams, when it was founded, all that stuff but… I just don't know the try outs are kind of boring to me, I'm hoping when I type the game it'll be more fun. Hope with me!

I also hope I kept Seamus as charismatic and energetic as I had him in chapter four, I like trying to keep characters in character once I place them in a story you know. I also hope Harry and Ron's character didn't suffer from my absence in writing. I think I'll get back in the swing when I'm able to just sit down and write but every time I do it seems like I have to get up again… I'M GOING TO GET THIS STORY OUT IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO! I can't wait till I'm able to bring Draco back in for a longer period, along with Alex and Blaise… Though I think Draco's character suffered a little… When I went back and reread what I typed I liked it and it flowed but his character was to… to… Oh I know what the problem is! PAH, writer's problem you guys don't need to worry about it. As always I hope you enjoyed it and please, let me know what you think it so far!