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Chapter 37: Quidditch Quarrel.

"So then you just have to catch the big red ball which is called the Quaffle and try to shoot it through the hoops but Remus says that's too dangerous so we're just going to concentrate on passing the ball and learning to fly a broom." Sirius explained, with a pointed glare at Remus who was sitting on the grass scrutinising them carefully.

An argument had broken out that morning when Sirius had decided he wanted to teach Harry to fly and play Quidditch which Remus said was far too dangerous and Harry was far too young and then Harry had wanted to know all about it and had really wanted to learn and soon Remus and Sirius were having a shouting match.

It was so loud and so scary that Harry had hid under the table which had the triple effect of A) Making the argument stop.

B) Making both godfathers feel extremely guilty and

C) Making Remus give in.

Harry had cheered up straight away and the little family were now outside, Sirius was holding his broom and Remus' broom which had been shrunk and had a child locking device put on to prevent it from going a certain height or too fast. Harry had been playing on his child's indoor broom since Christmas (and loving every second) and so he would have already learnt the balance, or so Sirius said.

Remus was sitting, cross legged, with a book in his hand and a frown on his face. Besides him was his broom and 'First Aid for Under aged Witches and Wizards.' He was sitting very near to Sirius and Harry, prepared for any accident should one happen. They were quite close to the house but away from any trees or posts that Harry might crash into, Remus had dictated this. It was one of his conditions of Harry playing, Sirius was ready to agree to anything.

"Okay, so first lets try sitting on the broom!" Sirius said excitedly, Remus couldn't tell which of the pair were happier about Harry learning to fly.

"Just put your hand above your broom and say 'up', nice and firmly." Sirius said, demonstrating, his broom leapt into his hand straight away.

Harry nodded and, sticking his little pink tongue out with determination, he copied his godfather's words and actions. The broom immediately flew into his hand. Harry stared at the broom, his eyes as wide as saucers. He looked up at Sirius shyly to see if he had done it right but the man was staring at him with a peculiar expression on his face, an expression which Remus correctly identified as amazement.

Worry filled Harry, had he done it wrong?

"Remus! Remus! Did you see that!?!" Sirius exclaimed, spinning around to address his friend.

Harry turned red, he had done it wrong. He wished Sirius wouldn't point it out to Remus, it was bad enough one godfather knowing what a failure he was.

"I saw that." Remus said with a nod, a smile on his face. Quidditch-lover he was not but even he recognised a talent when he saw one.

Sirius turned back to face his godson who was eyeing him apprehensively. "Sor-" Harry started to apologise.

"That was amazing!" Sirius exclaimed, making Harry nearly fall over in surprise. "I've never seen anyone be able to do that first time!"

Had he done it right then?

"Do it again! Do it again!" Sirius demanded, jumping up and down like a little child. Harry released the broom back to the floor and, with a quick, apprehensive glance at his godfather, Harry repeated the command to the broom. Which once again obeyed immediately.

Sirius was practically beside him. "See that! See that, James! Your son is going to be a bloody legend! I'll train him up for you, training everyday. He'll be at World Cup level by first year!"

Remus had sudden visions of Sirius getting Harry up at five o clock every morning, much like Daniel Wood had done to Sirius and James back when they were at Hogwarts.

"Don't be silly, Sirius. Harry's only little. He's playing for fun and nothing else." Remus lectured.

Sirius pulled a face before turning to his godson excitedly. "Right! That was good, Harry, really good. Now why don't you try sitting on the broom?"

Ever obedient, Harry clamoured onto the broom and sat watching his godfather's stance carefully to check he was doing it right.

After correcting his godson' hand grip Sirius was ready to move on, ready to move on to the bit Remus was dreading. The part where his godson left the safety of the ground.

"Okay, now this next bit is more dangerous but I'll be right with you all the time. All you have to do is kick off from the ground and hold on tight!" Sirius instructed, emphasising the last three words as he too kicked off so that he was already in the air when his godson came up.

Harry nodded and then kicked out with his feet, amazed to find himself starting to rise.

"Not too high!" Sirius protested, grabbing the tail of Harry's broom and bringing it down to a height which was more comfortable for his heart beat.

"This is fun!" Harry said happily. "Look at me, Remus!" Harry waved to his other godfather.

Remus waved back, his face whitening as he saw how high up his godson was. All right, so it wasn't that high, but it was high enough for him to not be able to reach the broom from the floor."

"You can fly around just with your body movement!" Sirius announced, flying around and around Harry as he spoke to illustrate his point.

Impatient to try it himself Harry urged the broom forwards and was soon whizzing around the pitch. He wasn't going that fast, but to him it was faster than the speed of light! He loved flying instantly, the rush of cool air, the exhilaration, the excitement, the encouragement and most of all finally finding something he was good at, here was something he could use to make his godfathers proud! They already seemed to be!

"Try and catch this, Harry." Sirius directed, pulling out a Quaffle from his pocket and reversing the shrink charm that he had put on it.

Sirius tossed the ball towards his godson who reached out and plucked it from the air and then stared at the red ball in disbelief.

"I caught it, Remus! I caught it!" Harry crowed, lifting it up to show his other godfather who seemed to be a long way down.

"That's brilliant, Harry!" Both godfathers answered at once, identical grins of pride on their faces.

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The two continued to play for another two hours, they flew around having races (with Sirius giving Harry a chance) and they played catch, then they tried playing catch while flying around and they only dropped the ball four times in the whole time, which Sirius had pointed out to Remus at least fourteen times. It seemed that little Harry was better at Quidditch than Remus, who had always disliked the sport.

"I think you ought to come in now." Remus called. "It will be dark soon, not to mention tea time."

Both Sirius and Harry had deflated at the thought of going in but they brightened slightly at the thought of food. Playing Quidditch used up a lot of energy!

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"You know when I went out yesterday for a few hours?" Remus said as the family tucked into the delicious meal.

He continued after receiving a nod from Sirius, who was stuffing nearly a whole plate of chips into his mouth at once.

"I got a job." Remus stated simply.

Sirius began to choke.

Remus smirked and was about to comment to Harry about how it would teach Sirius not to put so much in his mouth all at once when there was a bang as Harry jumped off his chair and ran upstairs to his room.

Remus was almost certain that he saw a glisten of tears in his godson' eyes.