Chapter 9: Rivalry

Fifteen minutes before the start of the Quidditch game and the stadium was an overflowing a sea of crimson and emerald broken up by a smattering of yellow and blue islands. The uncharacteristically warm March weather had some people experimenting with short sleeves as part of their wardrobe. Jean was such a person, wearing a crimson blouse and a pair of blue jeans. She had a sweater, but it remained folded in her lap due to being sandwiched between Remus and Lily with Peter sitting on the other side of Remus. Lily was not one to be tricked by the weather and wore a bright red turtleneck sweater and carried in her pants pocket a pair of stripped scarlet and gold knitted gloves. Remus also seemed to follow Lily's thought process and wore a beige jacket. It looked liked he had transformed into Moony in it and the elbows had off colored patches sewn onto them but Jean thought that it was money well spent since she was fairly certain that this was the same jacket that Professor Lupin was wearing when she had met him on the Hogwarts Express when she was thirteen years old. Far below where they sat James and Sirius, a Chaser and Beater respectively, were preparing for the highly anticipated match against Slytherin.

Alice, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary were sitting one row behind Lily, Jean and Remus but the crowds were so dense and as a result the surrounding conversations so collectively loud that Jean could only hear either Lily or Remus. "So," said Jean, speaking to the latter. "How has the Gryffindor team been this year?"

"We've had a great season with James as team captain. Slytherin has been the only team that's been good competition against us."

"I see," said Jean. Gryffindor and Slytherin in a heated contention for the Quidditch Cup. No matter where or when one went some things never changed. "Is Slytherin playing nice?"

Lily heard this question and leaned in to answer before Remus could. "Jean, I think you know the Slytherins well enough to answer that question." Jean laughed lightly and nodded.

Jean heard something that sounded like a megaphone being turned on. The sounds around her subdued somewhat but she could still hear Peter crunching on popcorn in her ear.

"Good afternoon, Hogwarts," shouted a young man's magically magnified voice, "I'm Thomas Finn your Hufflepuff commentator…"

"And I'm your Ravenclaw commentator, Dianna Wickerbee and welcome to today's match: Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"

The stadium cheered, whistled, applauded and stomped their feet literally shaking the wooden stadium knowing that the two teams would hear it. As Jean clapped she leaned over to Lily. "Why are there two commentators?" she asked.

"There are actually four commentators, one from each house," supplied Lily. "The two commentators from the two houses that aren't playing commentate, otherwise…" Lily paused. "Well, things get a bit intense between the commentators and the team members or themselves."

Jean's eyes widened slightly. For her entire Hogwarts career there's only ever been one commentator and it hasn't mattered what House he or she was in. Jean couldn't believe it, but the inter-house rivalries were actually worse here then where she had come from. Jean leaned around Lily and looked at the pair of commentators in the box. Thomas Finn was a tall, lanky looking Seventh Year with a chestnut blond color to his hair and the hintings of a beard on his chin dressed in the Hufflepuff black and yellow; but that wasn't what grabbed Jean's attention. Jean stared at the girl who looked to be around a Sixth Year. She had white blonde hair curled into tight ringlets with blue and silver ribbons tied in her hair. Even at a distance, Jean could see the brilliant blue color of her eyes. Jean wondered, but she couldn't be certain, Luna wasn't around to ask.

"Gryffindors," shouted Finn, "your house team: Potter, Lowry, McKinley, Black, Miller, Harris and Kostova!" Seven streaks of crimson shot out from underneath the stadium, circling past the crowds of Gryffindors below them before they flew to center field. Jean was able to pick out James at the point of the flight pattern flanked by the two other chasers, Lowry, a girl with red hair styled into a pixie cut, and McKinley, a boy of seemingly Indian descent with what looked like a small earring in his right ear. Sirius and the other beater Miller followed behind the trio of chasers, the brown haired boy looked several years younger than Sirius and seemed to be mimicking Sirius, who had his bat swung back over one shoulder and was balancing it with the tips of his fingers. Harris, the keeper followed, centered behind the two beaters. His white blond hair that was slicked into a ponytail whipped around behind him. The seeker, Kostova, flanked Harris and was slightly behind him. Standing on the ground Kostova couldn't have been more than five feet. Her hair was as black as Sirius' and was pulled into a ponytail as well. She looked to be around thirteen.

The Gryffindor team continued to circle towards center field when Diana spoke with her magically enhanced voice. "And now, introducing your Slytherin House team: Spindler, Greene, Collier, Peet, Rosky, Brunswick, and Black." The Slytherin team flew into the stadium in similar fashion as the Gryffindor team. Spindler and Greene flanked Collier, a black boy around the age of fifteen. Even before the match and an entire Quidditch pitch away, his calculating eyes were already sizing up James and the other chasers up. The beaters Peet and Rosky followed them. From the way Rosky looked at Sirius and the way Sirius returned his glare Jean could tell that the two had spent years batting bludgers at each other's faces. Brunswick, the only female on the Slytherin team followed the beaters. The keeper, even from a distance, looked like she could rival an American football linebacker. She wasn't overweight but her shoulders were wide and her arms were huge and muscular. Whereas the Gryffindor team had chosen the tactic of a small yet nimble player, the Slytherins opted for placing a physical barrier between the quaffle and the goals. Regulus trailed behind the pack of emerald uniforms looking all the more like his older brother when mounted on his broom that had a handle as black as his name.

Eventually the two teams finished their circuit and came to a halt in the center of the Quidditch pitch hovering just over the ground.

"And now the referee, Madam Hooch," provided Finn.

Madam Hooch flew forward on her own broom, her hair far darker than Jean had ever seen before but still sporting that spiked look to her hair. "Captains," she said, "shake hands." James and Rosky flew down from their respective positions and landed on the ground. In front of Madame Hooch they shook hands briefly, releasing as though the contact had sent an electric shock through their arms. It satisfied the referee and she directed the pair back to their brooms who quickly took to the air. Madam Hooch magiked the reinforced box that held the four Quidditch balls out of thin air with a wave of her wand. She kicked the side of the case with her foot and the lid opened. The two black bludgers exploded out of the box and the brief flash of light that disappeared instantly signified that the golden snitch had followed them. Madam Hooch flew on her broom to where she was hovering a few feet off the ground. She blew her whistle and at the same time threw the quaffle upward.

"The quaffle is in the air," Diana said. Six chasers dove for the dark red ball. "And the match has started."

Out of the initial fray James caught the quaffle as it fell. He turned on a dime and started speeding towards the Slytherin goal posts. "Potter has the quaffle with Sirius Black right beside him," said Finn.

Sirius flanked James, his eyes scanning the skies around the chaser. Miller was on the other side of the pitch covering Lowry and McKinley also flying toward the goals. James had made it a good way down the pitch before Spindler caught up with him. Effortlessly James passed the quaffle across the pitch to McKinley. But the Slytherin chasers had thought ahead. While Spindler was chasing down James, Greene and Collier had flown past the other two Gryffindor chasers and were waiting for them when the quaffle landed in McKinley's hands. Collier charged McKinley, forcing him to pass the quaffle backwards to Lowry. Miller flew in front of Collier to prevent him from following the quaffle back to Lowry. Greene steered around Collier and Miller while Lowry veered around the entire group, speeding towards James and the goalposts. James doubled back to Lowry both Sirius and Spindler following him. Greene was chasing Lowry down, Miller on his heels. Spindler sped up and blocked Lowry's way to James. Lowry arched her arm back and prepared to throw the quaffle anyways. But instead of throwing it over Spindler to James, she threw it straight down. McKinley was flying several yards beneath Lowry, Collier hovering around him. As soon as the quaffle was in McKinley's hands it left them, and around the time Spindler realized the quaffle had gone in an unexpected direction the quaffle was in James' arms again as he flew towards the goal posts to the sound of Gryffindor applause. Rosky shot a bludger in James' direction but Sirius looped around James and easily deflected it, leaving James open to lope the quaffle into the left hoop.

"Gryffindor scores the first goal of the match," said Finn in his megaphone voice, "they now lead by ten."

Slytherin gained possession of the quaffle after the Gryffindor teams' goal. Greene, who was the farthest down the pitch, was flying towards the Gryffindor goal posts both the Gryffindor and Slytherin chasers hot on his heels. Greene took aim and shot the quaffle at the center hoop. Harris intercepted it in the air, catching it firmly in the center of his chest.

Harris threw the quaffle to James who was approaching him on his left who then immediately turned around for the trip downfield again. The Slytherin team had a new strategy for this situation. While Greene was chasing down James, Collier accompanied by Rosky blocked James' line of flight. McKinley flew below James, trying to get in the passing formation that worked so well for them previously, but both Spindler and Peet guarded him. Lowry was too far from James to successfully throw a pass to.

But James did something that Jean had never seen before. James lightly tossed the quaffle up into the air and then proceeded to dismount his broom. As he and the quaffle fell, James swung his broom like a golf club and hit the quaffle with the bristled end of his broom. The quaffle arched high into the air covering the large distance between James and Lowry, who caught it as if she was waiting for it all along.

"A magnificent pass by James Potter," said Diana. Lowry scored in the right hoop of the Slytherin goalposts. "And another ten points for Griffindor."

James had since remounted his broom and had swept over the section that Jean and her group of friends were sitting in to rejoin his teammates. "James is really good," said Jean to no one in particular.

"Yeah," Lily answered. "I told him he should consider professional Quidditch after school."

Jean nodded, not speaking. She never thought about James being anything but an Auror. She wondered if James would have gone on to play professional Quidditch if Voldemort hadn't risen to power and inspired him to become an Auror and an Order member.

Slytherin was in possession of the quaffle briefly before McKinley intercepted a pass between Collier and Spindler. McKinley flew to Slytherin's trio of white hoops to take a shot on goal. Brunswick caught the quaffle.

"Nice catch by the Slytherin keeper," said Finn.

Brunswick arched her arm back and threw the quaffle. The quaffle looked like it had been fired out of a gun, flying over half of the distance James had batted the ball with the end of his broom.

"Er…nice throw by the Slytherin keeper," added Diana with an odd mixture of confusion, surprise, and awe in her voice.

"I think she practices with shot put balls," said Lily to Jean who was still staring slightly slack jawed at the sky.

Jean nodded once. "I'd believe that."

The Gryffindor chasers and beaters were clustered around the Slytherin goalposts clearly not expecting the Slytherin keeper to have a rocket launcher at the end of her arm, so when Collier caught the quaffle he had an impressive lead. Peet and Rosky both fired bludgers into the pursuing Gryffindor pack, forcing them to break their flight pattern. Sirius hit a returning bludger but it was too little to late. Collier scored in the left hoop, Harris missing it by inches.

"And Slytherin scores their first goal of the match," said Finn.

The Gryffindor team collected themselves and regained possession of the quaffle. James took point as his fellow chasers peeled away from him and he sped down the pitch.

"It looks like Potter is trying to score all by himself," said Diana.

It looked that way. James was flying fast, his body pressed to the handle of his broom with the quaffle tucked into his chest. He nimbly out maneuvered the Slytherin chasers that dove at him and Sirius and Miller batted away the bludgers aimed at him. All the while the other two Gryffindor chasers kept their distance. James was nearing the trio of goalposts clearly aiming for the left hoop. Brunswick began floating her way over for an easy catch. The Slytherin keeper was halfway between the center and the left hoops when James arched his arm back to throw the quaffle. But, as he did so, his fingers relaxed around the ball so much that the quaffle was practically falling out of his hands.

From out of nowhere there was a streak of red. McKinley passed behind James, inches from his back, and grabbed the quaffle out of his open palm. McKinley flew a few feet while Brunswick turned wildly trying to reach him before McKinley launched the quaffle into the right goal hoop.

"McKinley scores!" shouted Finn, "Gryffindor leads thirty to ten."

The Gryffindor side of the stadium applauded heartily as both teams reset themselves. Slytherin originally had possession of the quaffle but as Spindler passed it to Greene James intercepted the ball and began making his way down to the Slytherin side if the pitch. James attempted to pass the quaffle to Lowry but the quaffle was intercepted by Collier who, like James, began to try to get to the Gryffindor end of the field. While James, Lowry, and McKinley pursued Collier, Sirius a little ways away from his position flanking James and began to circle Collier just out of his line of sight. Spindler and Greene were ahead of Collier and Collier threw his arm back to pass the quaffle to them.

Sirius made his move. As Collier threw the quaffle, Sirius hit a bludger at Collier. The bludger made contact on Collier's upper arm just above the elbow. The blow spoiled Collier's throw and the quaffle fell down to where Lowry was waiting to catch it.

"Hit him again, Sirius!" Both Lily and Jean turned to look at Remus, who shrugged his shoulders. "What?" Lily and Jean were too marveled at Remus' sudden show of sports enthusiasm to notice that Lowry had scored another goal for the Gryffindor team.

"Another ten points for Gryffindor," said Diana.

Greene gained possession of the quaffle. After flying a few yards he passed it to Collier who muscled his way past James and McKinley who lunged at him. Lowry circled around Collier trying to cut him off but Collier passed it to Spindler just before she could get in front of him. Lowry sped past Collier in pursuit of Spindler. They were neck and neck, Lowry wrestling Spindler for the quaffle and Spindler determinedly keeping it away from her as they flew headlong down towards the Gryffindor hoops.

"Argh!" Lowry peeled wildly away from Spindler, gripping her shoulder and almost hitting the stands as she did so.

"Lowry has been hit by Peet's bludger," said Finn. Lowry steadied herself, waving away both Madam Hooch and James as she rotated her shoulder, a grimace periodically appearing on her face.

Spindler, immediately after Peet had hit Lowry with the bludger, passed the quaffle to Greene who carried it all the way to the goals. Jean watched Harris prepare himself, his eyes following Greene's every move, mentally blocking out every other distraction. Because of this, Harris didn't notice Rosky coming at him. The Slytherin beater aimed a bludger in Harris' direction. The bludger hit Harris' ankle and sent him pin wheeling off his broom, making it impossible for him to catch the quaffle. With one hand Harris grasped his broom and he wrapped his other arm and one of his legs around the white hoop he crashed into.

The Slytherin team knows how to use their beaters," commented Diana, "and have earned another ten points."

After Slytherin scored, James got possession of the quaffle. All three of the Slytherin chasers pursued him, forcing him to pass to Lowry before they completely boxed him in. Lowry was still hurting from the bludger that hit her in the shoulder. Lowry had her less dominant and uninjured arm wrapped around the quaffle and the fingers on her injured arm had a death grip around the handle of her broom. Both of the Slytherin beaters were following her and two of the three Slytherin chasers were flanking them, intending to outpace them and cut Lowry off downfield.

For the first time since the beginning of the game, Sirius peeled away from James. Miller followed Sirius to Lowry. Both of the Gryffindor beaters had a bludger. Sirius and Miller lined up on either side of Lowry shielding her with their bodies. They proceeded to pass both bludgers between each other in front of Lowry as they charged down the field.

"I don't believe what I'm seeing," said Finn, impressed, "Sirius Black and Miller are using the bludgers as a barricade and battering ram to get Lowry and the quaffle down the pitch."

There couldn't have been a better word other than 'battering ram' to describe what Sirius and Miller were doing. As Collier approached on one side Sirius fired one bludger at him, hitting him square in the chest. It knocked the wind out of him and almost knocked him off his broom. Miller did the same thing when Spindler came upon them on the other side. Spindler dodged, narrowly missing the bludger.

Finally, Lowry, Sirius, and Miller made it to where McKinley was. McKinley indicated with his head to see if Lowry wanted to take a shot on the goals. Lowry vigorously shook her head, the pain in her arm evident on her face. McKinley nodded once, understanding. McKinley seemed to have picked up some of James' tricks. When Lowry attempted to pass to McKinley, he stood up on the front end of his broom when the quaffle came within range. His broom acted like a seesaw with the front end of his broom getting, very quickly, significantly lower than the bristled end of his broom. The quaffle connected to the bristled end of his broom. Like a catapult, the quaffle got shot from the broom. The quaffle flew through the left ring, the ring farthest away from Lowry and McKinley and Brunswick, who was guarding the ring closest to McKinley.

"Gryffindor scores!" shouted Diana.

Greene got the quaffle after the Gryffindor goal for a moment but James had wrestled it away from him so quickly that Sirius hadn't had time to get back to him. James doubled back quickly and took a shot on one of the hoops. Brunswick, who was still feeding off her frustration at missing the previous shot, caught the quaffle by the tips of her fingers. James' eyes widened and he wheeled around trying to catch the quaffle when Brunswick launched it hard and fast into the air.

As Sirius was flying back to James, Sirius noticed Rosky lining himself up with James with a bludger on the end of his bat. James didn't notice the imminent threat to his person. Both of his hands were extended, his eyes trained on the quaffle as it flew. Sirius shouted something that Jean could not hear as he shot forward to James. In his haste, Sirius couldn't quite manage to get his bat to deflect the bludger and missed the ball by about a foot. The bludger hit Sirius at the point where his collarbone connected to his shoulder. Sirius did successfully manage to protect Rosky's intended target, James' upper arms and hands.

Jean clapped her hands over her mouth as she watched Sirius arc over James, spiraling from the blow, and crash-land on the edge of the stands. For a moment, Sirius just lay there seemingly stunned his legs and hips dangling off the edge of the stands, his head face down in the wooden boards, arms spread-eagled out beside him. James abandoned his pursuit of the quaffle when he realized Sirius had been hit, allowing Spindler to grab the quaffle and score an easy goal past an equally as distracted Harris, who was staring downfield at Sirius as well.

Sirius finally peeled himself off the ground and remounted his broom and slowly rose back in the air. Jean politely clapped with the rest of the spectators as he did so.

"Go Sirius!" shouted someone. "You can do it, baby!"

Jean abruptly turned her head in the direction of the encouragement and endearment. The voice belonged to a Ravenclaw girl that looked around seventeen years old. She had hair as dark as ebony that curled into tight ringlets that surrounded her slender face. "Lily," asked Jean, still looking at the girl, "who is that?"

Lily followed Jean's gaze. "That's Matilda Maybelle. She's a seventh year Ravenclaw. She and Sirius dated a few times." Lily paused and rolled her eyes. "When she's not dating Sirius she's sort of the 'president' of his 'fan club'." Lily used her fingers to make air quotations around her selected words.

Jean raised an eyebrow. "Sirius has a fan club?" she asked.

Remus laughed once and leaned closer to the girls. "I think you know Sirius enough to answer that question."

Jean split her time between watching Sirius return back to his teammates and Matilda Maybelle, who was still standing up on the stands clapping and cheering for him. Her eyes were bright and shining like pieces of silver. The sunlight played in her hair like it was a polished stone. There was a dimple in her cheek whenever she opened her mouth. Jean subconsciously ran a hand through her hair that had never managed such pretty curls.

James wasn't paying attention to either of them. As soon as he ascertained that Sirius was for the most part unharmed he went on the warpath. James got possession of the quaffle and muscled his way past Slytherin after Slytherin his face set with no intention of passing the quaffle. James flew right up to Brunswick so forcefully that it made Brunswick back pedal until she was practically in the hoop. James took the quaffle in both of his hands and threw it behind his head and jumped up above his broom. As he fell back onto his broom James threw the quaffle so violently that Brunswick dove out of the way of the quaffle less it hit her in the face. But James wasn't finished. As soon as Spindler gained possession of the quaffle for the Slytherin team, James wrestled it from him and once again rocketed down the pitch. James didn't invade Brunswick's personal space this time but he came dangerously close before he dismounted his broom, holding onto it with both hands. James kicked the quaffle with the soles of both his feet and the quaffle went through the left hoop, hitting the rim so hard it spun wildly into the stands. The crowds dodged the quaffle as they would dodge a bludger. James attempted his feat a third time but, by then, the adrenaline of Sirius being injured protecting him from a bludger had left him. He shot wide and Brunswick caught it.

With another amazing throw, Brunswick passed the quaffle to Collier. James was too spent to give chase and the other two Gryffindor chasers who until that moment had been doing everything possible to stay out of James' way were in no position to pursue Collier either. Collier took a shot on goal and scored. The last three goals took less than five minutes.

The match resumed its regular pace after that, but only briefly.

"Greene has possession of the quaffle," commented Finn, "Passes it to—"

"Regulus Black sees the snitch!"

Diana's outburst sent everyone's head on a swivel looking for the Slytherin seeker. Regulus Black shot like a bullet across the pitch his hand outstretched, eyes trained on the little golden ball Jean could barely see.

"And here comes Kostova," said Finn.

The Gryffindor seeker swerved up beside Regulus but a little bit behind him, desperately jostling for position around Regulus.

"Can she make it?" asked Diana.

"I don't know," responded Finn, "Regulus has the faster broom."

Jean glanced up at Sirius who was staring intently at his brother and his teammate as they flew around the field. Sirius shouted something at Miller Jean couldn't hear over the roar the spectators were making for the seeker they supported.

Miller chased down a bludger and passed it to Sirius. During that time, Sirius stood up on his broom, balancing on it, holding the end of his bludger bat with both hands. When the bludger came within range Sirius hit the bludger like one would hit a baseball towards the two seekers with pinpoint accuracy.

The bludger clipped the end of Regulus' broom, making him spin away from the snitch. Kostova wheeled around both the bludger and Regulus. Kostova reached out both of her hands and curled her fingers, smiling triumphantly when she felt the snitch's wings beat against her palm.

"Kostova caught the snitch!"

"Gryffindor wins!" Finn and Diana shouted simultaneously. But both of them, even with magically enhanced voices, were drowned out by the Gryffindor fans. Kostova descended to the ground and was immediately swarmed by the six other Gryffindor players. Jean watched them move off the pitch in one red and gold mass.

Lily nudged Jean's elbow. "Come on," she said, "let's go."

Jean, Lily, Remus and Peter nudged their way through the spectators to reach a set of stairs that lead down to the Gryffindor locker room. The door was thrown open and there were already several people inside by the time the foursome arrived congratulating and celebrating with the team.

"James," Lily called through the crowd, "James."

James parted the sea of people. "Hey, Lily," he said. James reached forward and literally picked Lily up and kissed her on the cheek. "How'd we do?" he asked. "I think we did good if I do say so myself."

Lily laughed and returned James' kiss on his cheek. "You all did very well, James," she said. Jean smiled, knowing that Lily was trying to not stroke James' easily inflatable ego too much.

As people continued to funnel into the locker room, Jean was shuffled to the back of the space. The Gryffindor team was spread out in the crowd. James, Lily, Remus, and Peter were talking to some people around them. Miller was smashed between two boys that looked like his brothers and Harris was in the middle of snogging what had to be his girlfriend. Kostova and McKinley were standing close together watching Lowry get bandaged up by Madame Pomfrey who had somehow made it into the locker room as well. Jean pressed her back up against the wall, trying to stay out of everyone's way.

"Um, Jean?" Jean turned, and all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks. "My clothes are behind you."

Sirius' head and upper part of his chest were sticking out from behind a shower curtain. His black hair was still wet from the water, dripping drops onto his shoulders and across his well-defined chest, getting caught in the patches of dark hair that grew there. The broad shoulder that was exposed sported the yellowed tinges of the bruise where the bludger had hit him, but somehow the coloring complemented his tanned skin.

Jean blinked once, then twice, before she reached back behind her and grabbed Sirius' clothes that were lying folded up on the bench behind her.

Sirius reached out his arm for his clothes, the hair on his arm slicked to his skin. As he did so the slackened shower curtain revealed Sirius' hip, his pelvis, and one of the lines that would form a V on a man's pelvis plunging sharply down until she could see no more. Sirius' warm, wet fingers touched Jean's skin as he grabbed the pile of folded clothes. "Thank you," he said and ducked behind the shower curtain.

It was several seconds before Jean even thought to move.

Sirius emerged, his damp shirt clinging to the divots in his abs, smoothing out his hair with his fingers. He turned to look at Jean but he didn't wink at her like he normally did. He just stared at her, delving into her eyes like two silver spades into subtle brown earth, and she didn't look away. A corner of Sirius' mouth curled upward. "The steam had made your hair a little frizzy." Sirius reached out and ran his fingers through Jean's hair.

"Did it?" said Jean, attempting to pull her hair back into a ponytail as she spoke.

"Don't," said Sirius gently as he stopped her. "It looks cute."

Jean looked up at Sirius, releasing her hold on her hair. "Really?"

Sirius nodded. "Yeah."

The moment was broken by Matilda Maybelle's voice echoing in their ears. "Sirius," she called moving her way towards him, "Sirius!"

Sirius turned from Jean towards the Ravenclaw girl with the perfect bouncing curls, a smile appearing on his face. "Hey Mattie. I heard you cheering me from all the way up in the air."

"You did brilliantly, Sirius," said Matilda. "I knew you would."

Jean from her position on the wall unconsciously pulled her hair up into a ponytail as she silently watched Matilda jump at Sirius and wrap her arms around his shoulders.


It's not a Harry Potter fanfiction without at least one Quidditch match. Lol. If some of those moves look familiar to you credit goes to the Harry Potter Qudditch World Cup game and the hours I spent watching game footage to write this chapter. Also, for those of you who liked Sirius in the shower: you are welcome :) Reviews please! I love them, and I love all of you!

So, for everyone who eagerly ran to their computers when they saw I did something with this story and saw that I had only posted this chapter again a lovey reviewer told me that I had written Griffindor instead of Gryffindor. I realized that my computer had autocorrected this spelling and I didn't realize it and I'm very grateful to the person who pointed that out to me. Thank you!