Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction and the idea for this fanfiction came to me right before I fell asleep the other night. I apologize for the shortness of it but I hope it's quality.
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"Do you think you'll play Quidditch, little one?" The proud father said holding up his infant son.
"You should." The infant's mother chimmed in, placing her hands on her husband's shoulders. "It's in your blood."
"Your mum's right you know," The man said matter-a-factly. "All your uncles played, although your Uncle Percy didn't fancy it. But Uncle Percy aside, you have Gryffindor's greatest Chasers in your family and the more recent also happens to have been the Harpie's greatest Chaser as well." The infant's mother chuckled at her husband's last comment.
"You've got Gryffindor's greatest Seekers too," The woman said, sitting down next to her husband as he passed her their son. "Your Uncle Charlie would claim he's the greater but I won't dare agree until he catches a snitch in his mouth." She continued, stroking the tuft of messy black hair.
"We'll see if you like to fly little one," The infant's father said. "Soon it will be your first birthday and your Uncle Ron will fulfill duties as godfather, giving you the same gift my godfather gave me all those years ago."
"But whether you're a Chaser or Seeker," His mother said said.
"Beater or Keeper," His father continued.
"Spectator or simply don't like it,"
"Gryffindor or Slytherin,"
"Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff,"
"We will love you no matter what." The parents said in unison.