Responses to Reviews:
As always, thank you to those who enjoyed my story and a big thank you to those of you who left reviews. I loved all your input and I'm glad you enjoy my story. And thank you to all the new followers who are joining me on the journey.
Especially thank you to David305 for pointing out some of my typos and inconsistencies. They definitely slipped through my proof-reading.
Re: SoSlimShady - chapter 22
"The only complaint I have with this story is the way I feel this story is dragging its heels during the Hogwarts chapters."
I'm sorry that you feel this way. But I'm glad you like every other aspect of the story. I have heard similar complaints from others as well so I would l address it as well. Please read the beginning notes directly after the Reviews.
Re: Antares Graceford - chapter 22
"Unlike what others believe, it's easy to see that you have not copy pasted or plagiarised the other story. Your story is sufficiently different and in some ways better."
Thank you for the encouragement. I felt that the critiques were fair (but I would definitely not agree with the claim of plagiarism) and that there were a lot of similarities between the two stories, especially for chapters 6 to 9. But it was necessary for me to set the stage and I still feel a bit sad that some were off-put by that.
Re: Shortmike24 - chapter 11
"stop having him be such a pussy... hes 30 years old. freaking out with olivander is dumb... being scared cause some kid his age looked angry at him is fucking stupid... hes a dark wizard hunter..."
I'm sorry to hear that you thought Turais was acting too childish. There is definitely room for improvement in striking the right balance in characterization and overall tone of the story.
Hey everybody,
Finals are over! And winter holiday is on the horizon. I wish everyone enjoys the festivities and have safe travels.
I am equally excited and nervous to share this chapter with you. Hope you enjoy it!
Also, please read the following:
Many of you have commented that my story is "slow" for the Hogwarts chapters. I do tend to put a lot of care trying to develop the original characters and their interactions in a more organic way (showing and not telling). Furthermore, I think it is unrealistic for anyone to only have one or two friends throughout their Hogwarts days. One or two very close friends, sure. But I am a strong believer that Turais should have at least a reasonable amount of interactions with his peers. Hence, the story does showcase some interactions or dialogues that seems to not be directly related to the main plot lines.
I try to use those moments as background information to set up future plot lines as well so the immediate effect of those knowledge/ facts might not become obvious until much later. (For example, I featured Kaiden Potter way back in Chapter 13 as a link to Chapter 22. As you will see in this chapter, I mentioned the Gryffindor-Slytherin match in Chapter 14 not only to foreshadow Arkenstone being kicked off the Quidditch team but also about Kaiden and the substituted Chaser. Or the introduction of Carmichael Wilkins, the Slytherin beater and Natalia's friend in Chapter 16 that will make more sense in this chapter.) I try very hard to add those little details so all the development is just that little bit more realistic and immersive.
But your critiques have been heard loud and clear and I am trying to edit my future writing to make the pacing more palatable. Thank you for your feedback.
- ravenclawblues 2019-12-19
CHAPTER 23
1970 QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP FINAL
August 21, 1970 (Friday)
ENGLAND V LIECHTENSTEIN
by A. Carnierus, Quidditch Correspondent
(page 2 continued)
Meet the Teams:
England National Quidditch Team
Nickname(s): The Three Yellow Dragons
Head Coach: W. Flyworthy
Home Stadium: River Piddle Stadium, Dorset, England
ICWQC Code: ENG
Previous World Cup Title: 1869 (sole title)
Official Robe Colours: Red and White
Chasers: J.C. Bagsworth, P. Gerard (C), S. Quigley
Beaters: T. James, C. Jones
Keeper: H. Zachary
Seeker: C. Westermont
Liechtenstein National Quidditch Team
Nickname(s): The Blues-Reds, The Team of Two Families
Head Coach: F. Frommelt
Home Stadium: Rhienpark Stadion, Vaduz, Liechtenstein
ICWQC Code: LIE
Previous World Cup Title: 1930 (sole title)
Official Robe Colours: Blue and Red
Chasers: A. Konzett, O. Vogt, E. Wenzel
Beaters: P.E. Frommelt, P.T. Frommelt
Keeper: H. Frommelt (C)
Seeker: G. Frommelt
August 22, 1970 (Saturday)
Turais steeled his resolve and entered the tent. He found the interior to be akin to a cozy three-bedroom suite with a small living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The red and gold gave off a warm vibe as though he was back in the Gryffindor common room. Then his gaze landed on the five adults that were all seated on the couches with their teacups and biscuits, relaxed and happy.
He felt the air sucked out of his lungs as he tensed. Yet he felt himself irresistibly drawn to them as his legs moved forward without his brain's command as Mrs Potter guided him to the living room area. She seated him on one of the couches and also offered him some tea, which he accepted gratefully. He desperately needed something to do with his hands to hide his nervousness about the upcoming conversation.
He glanced at the five people sitting around him, observing their features and mannerisms while mentally comparing them with the portraits he frequently talked to in the Potter Manor. They were alive , breathing members of the Potter family that he has always wanted to meet but never could… until now.
The man sitting closest to him on his right, Fleamont Potter, has grizzled, greying hair with unconquered curls sprung unruly around his ears and nape. His right eye squinted quizzically through the monocle at him.
"I am Lord Fleamont Potter, but please call me Fleamont. People keep forgetting that the title comes from having a family seat in the Wizengamot. I prefer to limit its use only in the proper setting, separate from my private life."
"As you wish, Fleamont," Turais expected the lack of aloofness from the man but he was still surprised from the openness he displayed to the Heir of a family they were in a feud with (an unofficial feud, that was).
"And this is my wife, Euphemia Potter, née Sayre," Turais nodded at James' mother, who looked slightly unnerved. Turais guessed that she was still worried that James had offended his family in some manner. "And you are the eldest son of Orion and Walburga Black?"
Turais nodded. His lips felt parched and he licked it nervously under the unfamiliar weight of their gaze. He never felt quite so pressured to make a good impression before. And he really wanted them to like him.
"Heir Apparent Black, you look just like Orion when he was your age - almost identical - except for those vibrant emerald eyes." Turais turned to his left and faced a middle-aged woman who looked eerily similar to Bellatrix, with the long wavy shoulder-length hair and sharp facial features. However, her jaws and cheeks were softer while her eyes were also kinder, although Turais could still detected a sharp glint within those grey eyes though.
"I presume you are great-aunt Dorea, pleasure to meet you. And please call me Turais," Turais gave a little bow and Dorea tensed at the gesture.
"Very well, Turais. And no need to bow to me. We, Potters, are less rigid people compared to your family. And please call me Dorea, I don't need to be reminded of my age and status," Dorea said as she gave him a tight smile.
"As you wish... Dorea," Turais said. The tension in the room was still palpable and Turais was starting to feel like he was unwelcomed. But who could blame the Potters? Ever since Dorea eloped with Charlus, then Lord Sirius Phineas Black, Arcturus' father, stopped all official communication between the Black family and the Potter family. That was basically one step short of declaring an open feud between two families and Arcturus neither had the mind nor the incentive to change that. Hence, the two families have not been in direct contact with each other for at least three decades.
And here Turais was, crashing into the Potter tent with the newest generation of Blacks as though the past thirty odd years of thinly-disguised feud never occurred.
"So, does Heir Black know you are running about and walking into a Potter tent?" Dorea asked carefully. "I'm sure you understand the delicate position that our families are in."
"No, we snuck out to explore the campsite," Turais said truthfully. "And I understand the ongoing situation between us. But please believe me that I bear no ill intentions." Upon his words, he felt some of the tension in the tent evaporated.
'Was it because I showed a rebellious streak? Well, thanks for the idea, Sirius.'
"Well, well. I didn't think I would live to see the day a Black 'sneak out' of anything but trouble," a second man who Turais recognized as Charlus spoke. "Of course, besides you, Dorea. You snuck out on the Blacks - ouch!"
Dorea stomped on her husband's foot hastily and flushed as she saw Turais looking at her.
"No offense taken, Dorea," Turais said with a smile as Charlus scratched his head sheepishly. "Some branches of the family are problematic," Turais pressed on to make a good impression. And, it was the truth. "My grandfather Pollux sent me a 16th-century vase that depicted the beheading of Muggles by wizards for my twelfth birthday, which was just blatantly distasteful. And my cousin Bellatrix is plain sadistic."
The Potters blinked at Turais' words. Clearly they hadn't expect a Black, the Heir no less, to speak badly about his family.
"Well, colour me surprised, Dorea. Kaiden is right; he is the rare sort. By the way, I'm Charlus, happily married to Dorea and unfortunately saddled with this broom-head dork," Charlus shook Turais' hand warmly as Kaiden scowled, looking mightily offended by his father's words.
"Dad! You're embarrassing me!" Kaiden cried out.
So Kaiden was Dorea's son who was attending Hogwarts. But why didn't Kaiden have his own portrait at the Potter Manor? It was Wizarding tradition that one sat down for a portrait when they were of age, especially for traditional pureblood families such as the Potters. Turais gulped as he considered the implication while eying the animated, carefree boy in front of him.
Turais also knew that Charlus, or Kaiden's father, and Fleamont were third cousins. So Kaiden was almost as unrelated to James as purebloods sharing the same family name could possibly be. Stranger yet, Turais was technically second cousins once removed with Kaiden through Dorea, making him more closely blood-related to Kaiden as Turais Black than when he was as Harry Potter (fourth cousins once removed - does this even count as being related?). But in his mind, they were still indisputably part of the Potter family.
"Were you just humouring me with nods and affirmations, father ?" Kaiden snapped mildly at his father over his mother's head.
"Well, can you blame me, Kaiden? My mind still refuses to associate his face with what he just said," Kaiden's father responded. Then he peered at him inquisitively, "Are you sure you're a Black?"
"As much as you're sure you're a Potter, Charlus," Turais returned readily. Charlus blinked at the quick retort.
"Well, you sound just like my wife here. Nice to meet you, Turais," Charlus shook his hand. "I've heard many stories from Kaiden, many good things, in fact, which surprised me. If you would forgive me, but -"
"Charlus, if I may be frank for a moment -" He had to address the erumpent in the room, " - My father's branch of the family is quite different from my mother's. So if your perception of my brothers and I are solely based on Dorea's immediate family or my maternal side, you are gravely mistaken. I implore you to keep an open mind," Turais spoke firmly. "As Dorea should know, my maternal family's influence on us is limited."
Charlus was sufficiently abashed while Dorea arched her thin eyebrows in surprise. Despite not appearing at any family gatherings since she married Charlus Potter thirty-odd years ago, she was never disowned by the family and therefore knew of Walburga's shameful expulsion by Arcturus through the Black family magic. She understood Turais' veiled insinuation.
"Of course, Turais. Please forgive us. It has been a long while since our families conversed cordially over a pot of tea," Dorea smiled before moving to a safer topic. "I've heard from Fleamont that you are the youngest person to ever be awarded the cover story of Potions . Congratulations, your family must be most proud."
"Oh, were you one of my peer-reviewers, Fleamont?" Turais gasped in surprise when Fleamont nodded. But he then realized that Fleamont was the inventor of the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and a renowned Potioneer in his own right, so there was a high chance Turais' transcript could have made its way into his hands for review. "It was an accidental discovery, I didn't do much to deserve the cover story, really."
"Well, it is a fundamental change in our understanding of Potions, Turais. You might not realize it, but for centuries we assumed that all herbaceous plants must be used in its entirety in potions. Now, you've discovered that parts of aconite, an herb, could be used seperately. You should be able to imagine how useful it is, considering your joint endeavour on a certain potion," Fleamont smiled at him, his eyes twinkled. Turais knew that the potion was still under review for safety and efficacy and the news was still confidential. "In all frankness, I truly believe the discoveries made during your creation of the product might far outweigh the actual product itself. And that is saying quite a lot."
"Well, I am just glad the knowledge can be used for some good in the world. Merlin knows the world needs it, now more than ever," said Turais, remembering that the threats of war still loomed heavily despite the festivity and facade of peace.
"And how is Hogwarts treating you? Kaiden here is most excited about you. He never stops raving about you," Dorea smiled and patted her son's head and ran her hand through his hair. Kaiden shook his head in an attempt to stop the affectionate gesture.
"Mum ! I'm almost seventeen -"
"You've just turned fifteen -" Charlus interrupted.
Kaiden paid no attention and continued protesting, "- and an adult. Can you stop petting my head? And it's not my fault that all the first-year girls can't stop gushing about the kind, clever, and handsome prince from Slytherin."
Turais felt his cheeks heat up uncomfortably as he blanched at a disturbing thought.
'This is so awkward. I don't want first-years to crush on me. In fact, let's not think about this. Yes, "ignorance is bliss" has never been truer.'
"Aw, you're blushing, Rais," Kaiden smirked as he conveniently pointed out the painfully obvious fact. "Don't worry, just wait until you get to fourth-year, imagine all the gifts you will receive -"
"No, we're not talking about my crushes, Kaiden," Turais said exasperatedly but in good humour, "And my name is Turais , not Rais ."
"Well, I ain't calling you Too-Raise , ugh!" Kaiden made disgusted expression. "That such a mouthful -"
"Why?" Turais sniped. "A two syllable word is too advanced for you, Kay ?"
"Only one person has ever called me that. But I can make an exception for you, Rais," Kaiden grinned impishly. Turais couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Kaiden, stop teasing him," Dorea scolded her son before turning her head back to Turais. Meanwhile Kaiden was making a funny face and sticking his tongue out behind his mum's head. Turais cracked a smile as he shook his head. "He gets over-excited sometimes -"
"Hey, that's James you're talking about. I'm all mature and got him to apologize to Sirius. Apologize ! He never does," Kaiden said offendedly.
"Yes, yes. Of course, you've achieved such a lofty achievement," Charlus said dismissively.
"Well, I think it's an achievement worthy of a new broomstick -" Kaiden started when his parents both scoffed at him.
"Your Cleansweep works just fine -" said Dorea.
"And you just got that last year -" Charlus finished the sentence.
"But dad, the Nimbus 1700 is so much better! I can't win the Quidditch Cup and I'm captain this year -" Kaiden whined.
"Nice try, but it's still a no -" Charlus shot down the idea.
"Uncle Fleamont, how about my birthday -" Kaiden quickly turned to his uncle.
"You're not buying him another broom, Fleamont -" Euphemia turned to her husband.
"Don't look at me, you heard your mum, Kaiden," Fleamont raised his hands in surrender and smiled apologetically.
"Well Kay, I have a Nimbus 1700 and you bet I'll be getting on my House team this year. I will personally make sure you're put in your proper place - which is - without the Quidditch Cup," Turais teased as Kaiden groaned in his hands.
"Urgh, maaa ! A second-year has a better broom than a fifth-year Quidditch team captain -" Kaiden sobered up suddenly, " - Wait, what position are you planning on taking?"
"Seeker -"
"Maaaa! A Seeker that has the best broom on the market. We'll never stand a chance. How's that fair?" Kaiden whined again.
"It's not fair, that's sort of the point," Turais pointed out. Kaiden let out a screech similar to the dying wail of a banshee.
"Turais - do me a favour and stop riling him up," Charlus said as he side-eyed his dramatic son, who has now collapsed onto the couch messily. "Especially if you're not helping to clean up this mess of a human."
"The Potter ancestors are turning in their graves that a Black has beaten us to a better broom," Kaiden cried out.
"I'll go ask their portraits for you," Turais said with a grin. "I'm certain they are perfectly content." And he knew that for a fact.
Kaiden shot up and glared at him. "You're some clever clogs, aren't you?" He turned dramatically towards her mother and gestured the offending boy across him. "Maaaa! Look at what I have to deal with!"
"Yes, yes. I see a sweet young man who can control your unruly behaviour," Dorea said as she winked at Turais. Kaiden looked betrayed.
"Fitha! You have seen me play. You know how good I am. If I can have a Nimbus, I will definitely snag the Cup!" Kaiden said pleadingly. "Turais, tell them!"
"I... uh... I actually haven't seen you play..." Turais admitted. "I didn't even know you were on the team until James told me."
Kaiden stared at Turais with slacked jaws.
"H...how - what? - huh?" he asked incomprehensibly. "I played three games this year, wait, only two actually because..." Kaiden's expression turned sheepish.
"Because this bumbling fool accidentally squirted bubotuber pus into his eye the day before the Gryffindor-Slytherin match," Charlus completed the sentence as Kaiden flushed. "Thank Merlin that you're not so irreplaceable that they managed to squeak out a win without you."
"Oh! You were the Chaser that was substituted out for that match," Turais suddenly recalled.
"Yeah..." Kaiden rubbed the back of his neck. "But the other two games!"
Turais remembered that the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff game was the day after his duel with Yaxley so he missed that match. As for the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw match... he was busy editing his Potions transcript and passed on the match.
"Yeah, I missed those matches, sorry!" Turais said but Kaiden has already abandoned this plan and was reverted back to his whining tactics once more.
"Maaa! But a Nimbus -"
"Did I hear Nimbus ? Can I get a broomstick?" James shouted as he emerged from his sleeping area.
"NO!" All the adults in the room shouted. Turais couldn't help but laugh alongside the family.
"No Nimbus for me -" Kaiden said dejectedly.
"Well, I don't even have a broom, Kaiden," James complained as well. Turais saw the adults grimace. Clearly this conversation happened quite often. He looked around the room and took in the sight of the six Potters in front of him. He could almost imagine what could have been if Voldemort didn't try to take over the world. He would have been in this room as the legitimate seventh Potter. But despite the imperfection, Turais wanted to be in their presence in whatever capacity possible. The last thing he wanted to do was leave this place but he also knew not to overstay his welcome on the first visit.
'There will be other opportunities really soon,' Turais comforted himself.
Schooling his voice, he spoke up teasingly, "Well, this is a conversation I surely do not want to engage in." Turais placed his tea on the side table and stood up. "And I think it is about time I take Sirius and Regulus back to our tent before my father finds us missing."
"Of course, we wouldn't want to get you into trouble," Dorea said quickly as she stood up. "James, go tell your friends that it's time to leave."
James ran out of view and after a minute, brought out a disgruntled Sirius who was dragging his feet. Regulus, on the other hand, quickly walked over to Turais' side.
"Turais, can we stay for a bit longer ? James has the gold version of Bertie Bott!" Sirius whined. Bertie Bott was a very rare card and the special gold version was one of the most exclusive cards in the collection. It was rumoured that there were only 77 cards in circulation.
"Siri, remember rule number three?" Turais reminded his brother. "We don't want to have father becoming worried."
"But Turais -"
"Sirius, now ," Turais said firmly.
"Turais -"
"Sirius! I will not repeat myself." Turais used his "Heir Black" voice, which caused everyone to jump at the tone. Then he said in a normal voice, "Say goodbye to James and the Potters, we can visit them after the match if they are fine with it. Okay?"
Sirius nodded quickly and obeyed.
"Of course, you can visit anytime, Sirius," James said before asking his mother. "Right, mum?"
"Yes, of course, dear," Euphemia smiled. This time, it felt relaxed and genuine.
"Bye, everyone. Bye, James," Sirius and Regulus said.
"Thank you for your hospitality. It was a pleasure to meet all of you," said Turais. As he exited the tent, he couldn't resist the temptation and took one final glance at the family. His gaze connected with Dorea, and very briefly, Turais froze. However, she smiled and Turais relaxed. He gave a polite nod and the gesture was returned.
Miraculously, Orion did not notice that his sons were missing. Their father appeared barely a minute after they have returned to their tents and told them to get ready in an hour for a quick meal before heading over to the stadium ahead of the crowd.
Turais took the opportunity to hide himself in his room to process what has just transpired.
His family. All so alive. So energetic. So Potter. They were so much better than he could ever imagine and beyond his wildest imaginations. Their portraits were a pale imitation of their true personalities... and the friendly banters without heat or worry of offending anyone, unlike the way he has lived for the past decade where he had to consider his every word, plan his every move, analyze everyone's intentions and motives...
Seeing them has caused something to rupture deep inside him, as though a heavily scarred wound has been rubbed raw and bleeding once more...
Turais felt a small splatter of liquid on the back of his hand and realized that he was crying. Tears of regret in his previous lifetime and tears of joy of a gained opportunity in this one. Turais would make sure to protect them with all his might.
He must.
Not only for him. But also the Harry Potter of this timeline.
"GO ENGLAND GO! GO ENGLAND GO!"
Bright lights of red and white flickered through the tent flaps as Orion eyed the entrance with annoyance.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang followed by loud shouts and screams from outside the tent. Orion placed the fork down on the table and left to investigate the matter. The four boys could hear Orion's voice shouting out: "Take this ruckus away from our - oh, hello... "
Orion's shout turned into a silent murmur as though he was in a conversation with someone. Turais', as well as his companions', curiosity overcame their patience as they walked down the stairs to find Orion casting both a Silencing and Freezing charm on an alphorn-like object that was lying on the grass.
"What is the matter, father?" Turais asked as he ventured closer. Before he got a closer look at the object, Turais noticed his cousins, Gerald and Geoffrey, standing outside the tent.
"Hey Gerald, Geoffrey!" Alex greeted as the red and white smoke started to flow out of the tube once again. "What on Earth is th-"
"GO ENGLAND GO!" The object blared like an Alarm Spell at maximum volume as everyone jumped and covered their ears. "GO ENG-"
"SILENCIO! " Orion shouted as object fell silent once more.
"That scared the bejesus out of me," Alex panted as he uncovered his ears. "What the heck is this?"
Gerald scratched the nape of his hair in chagrin. "Well... I bought it from a vendor and it's called a Dissimulator, apparently. It's supposed to shout out cheers, emit smoke, and flash in colours of your supporting team but..."
"But it seems like its malfunctioning from the looks of it," Geoffrey finished with a grimace. "And Gerald spent five Galleons on it too."
"Yeah," Gerald said dejectedly as he kicked at the idle Dissimulator. "What rubbish... it was working fine until I was about to come in -"
Orion's eyes shot up upon those words. "Ah... I probably know what the issue is."
"You do?" Geoffrey asked.
"It is likely that the wards around the tents are identifying this... Dissimulator as a weapon... a threat, if you will, and is, therefore, interfering with its function," Orion said.
"I'm inclined to agree it is a threat to my hearing," Turais supplied with a grin.
"I'm going to transfigure it into something else so it can bypass the wards for now," Orion said. "Just make certain to not transfigure it back inside the tent. I seriously hope this thing doesn't become a permanent fixture in Quidditch matches..."
The Macmillan brothers spent the rest of the afternoon with them talking about everything related to Quidditch, including theoretical Quidditch player match-ups, player and team statistics, and gameplay strategies. Jonty and the Steward family also came for a short visit. All the while, Orion was occupied with visits from many of his friends and acquaintances.
Hours filled with laughter passed by quickly until it was finally time to head up to main event of the day. On their way to the stadium, Orion purchased some ridiculously overpriced Omnioculars for everyone and followed the largely empty lantern-lit trail towards the gigantic stadium. Turais stared up the tremendously tall gold walls and sideways to the seemingly never-ending structure in awe.
"This stadium seats around seventy thousand people," Orion explained as they headed towards the ticket witch at the entrance and handed her the tickets. This was the Black brothers' first World Cup games, hence, this made the treat all the more special.
"Top box tickets!" The witch exclaimed as she checked their tickets. "As high as you can go, Mr Black."
The Black household entered the almost-empty stadium as they climbed up the stairs. Passing by numerous doorways to their left and right that led to various floors and seats, they continued to climb until they found themselves looking up at one of nine small boxes in a column that extended higher than the rest of the stadium like the horn of a mountain. Six of the lower boxes housed seven people each while the top three boxes could fit a large group of thirty people. All of these boxes were located at the highest point of the stadium and exactly halfway between the goalposts. They had the best views that money and power could buy in this tournament.
"Top Box Five - the Black family. Please follow me," one of the many Canadian Ministry guards that stood between them and the boxes checked their tickets and directed them to their designated location. Turais guessed that the increase in security was due to the gathering of the most prominent members of society in this tiny sliver of space. As they passed the gates, the wooden stairs that they trudged up on were now covered by thick, heavy purple carpets with golden handlebars that reflected the status of the guests who used them.
Once they reached the box, they found that Arcturus and Melania were already seated together in one end of the line of seven purple armchairs. Beside the seats laid a lavish spread of local delicacies and snacks: caviar, salmon, honey, Angus beef sliders, Okanagan red wine, a basket of locally-grown fruits, and a constantly refilling plate of Pommel's Canadian Oak-aged mead bottles.
'Pommel,' Turais thought, 'That name sounds oddly familiar.'
"Father, mother! I see that you have beaten us to our seats. Brilliant view, isn't it?" Orion greeted his parents, gesturing the panoramic view of the entire Quidditch pitch and the advertisements that flashed brilliantly above the empty pitch. Orion immediately opened up a bottle of red wine and sampled its content.
"Of course it is," Arcturus said sharply. "I am, however, disappointed to have just found out that Abraxas Malfoy succeeded in snagging Top Box Four with his very generous donation to the Canadian Ministry's Department of Magical Sports and Recreations."
"But, grandfather, this is actually a blessing in disguise. Top Box Number Three contains the family members of the English team. Do you really want to be directly below all the thumping, screaming, and wallowing?" Turais pointed out as Arcturus considered his arguments. After a moment, Arcturus seemed to have accepted that the potential suffering of the Malfoys was enough to appease his wounded pride and he relaxed his frown. Turais shot Orion a small grin and received one in return.
As they waited, thousands and thousands of witches and wizards began to fill their seats and the stadium steadily grew louder and noisier. The boxes above and below them also filled gradually. Turais was beside the adults greeting and meeting various important Canadian, British, and Liechtenstein Ministry officials.
Various family members of the Liechtenstein and England Quidditch teams greeted them as they passed by to reach the reserved Top Boxes Two and Three. During the greetings, Turais recognized some of their last names from famous Quidditch players from the Quidditch league teams, such as Quigley and Gerard. Turais almost gave an undignified squeak when he met the older brother of the star Seeker for the Team England, Collin Westermont. Orion gave him an amused look after the encounter as Turais blushed at his embarrassing fumble.
They also met the prominent Canadian and American magical families...
"Turais!" Emma shouted as she climbed up the stairs with her family behind her. Eustace, Mr and Mrs Pommel were also present. Emma ran over and gave Turais a big hug.
"Oh hello, Emma. Eustace," Turais greeted as he saw Orion and Arcturus raise their eyebrows. He was so caught out this time.
"Oh, dear me," Mrs Pommel said in pleasantly surprise. "I didn't know that our kids have met before today."
"I'm sure they've just met today," Orion said with a knowing look while Mrs Pommel blinked in confusion. As the adults made small talk, Turais and Eustace engaged in their own conversation.
"I guess that's what you meant by 'next time will be soon than I think'," Turais muttered as he shook hands with him.
"You're busted, aren't you?" Eustace said with sympathy. "Sorry 'bout that. I just knew you were on the guest list in the Top Boxes so there was a good chance we'd meet here."
"Well, I should have known. Your family sponsored half the event and your labelled mead is everywhere," Turais admitted.
"You're not in any trouble, are you?"
"Don't worry," Turais said as he eyed his father. "I'll survive."
Eustace grimaced.
As it appeared, the Canadian Berrycloths and Pommels were guests of the Canadian Ministry in Top Box One. The American Perrys and Bonnevilles scored Boxes Six and Seven below them while the French Lefévres landed with the eighth box. Turais greeted his fellow Slytherin first-year, Stefanie Smethwyck, when he saw her arrive with the Lefévre party and they were very excited to see each other in a place thousands of miles away from home.
When the movement around the Top Box trickled down, Turais excused himself and rejoined his brothers and Alex to look out into the stadium, soaking up every single detail of the largest event in the Magical World without the worries of an impending Death Eaters attack.
"HEY, SIRIUS!" James Potter's voice sounded out from below. Turais leaned forward slightly over the railing and saw the entire Potter household... and Wilkins... standing four boxes down from theirs.
"HEY, JAMES!" Sirius waved at the boy below. Turais turned to see the adults raising their eyebrows questioningly.
"Sirius met James Potter in Diagon Alley a few times over the two summers and they became fast friends," Turais offered the half-truth as he ignored the portion where they were at odds for those encounters and then reconciled today.
"Oh, really?" Orion asked. "I was under the impression that they were… unfriendly… unless something happened between last month and… today ?"
Orion gave Turais a piercing look and he gulped.
'He knows.'
"Father, I will explain everything afterwards. It is a complicated story."
"Hmmpf… I wonder what magic Fleamont Potter used to snag those tickets, I never thought of him as an avid Quidditch fan..." Arcturus muttered to himself before addressing his grandsons. "The Potters are a Light family and they do not treat families like us with the respect we deserve. But … since Sirius -" Arcturus' expression flashed on annoyance, " - has reacted to the call of that Potter boy, and etiquette dictates that we must engage with them... Sirius -" Sirius snapped to attention and froze. " - please sharpen up your act, I do not want to be embarrassed by your behaviour any further." Arcturus motioned to leave their box and travel to the Potters' box.
Turais was now relieved that they have met the Potters prior to the match and had an ice-breaker conversation about his family. At least the Potters would not be openly hostile towards them. Hopefully, Arcturus' sharp tongue would not be too scathing. But Turais could only hope.
After climbing several staircases down and nodding at the newly acquainted Amercian and French families. They have reached Top Box Nine. As Arcturus came into view, everyone in the box stood up.
"Lord Black," Fleamont walked up to Arcturus and shook his hand. "I did not expect to see you."
This was quite a monumental moment. Lord Black and Lord Potter conversing with each other. This was a first in many years.
"In the Top Box or in your box? Lord Potter," Arcturus returned with a slight mockery in his tone.
Fleamont laughed joyfully as though Arcturus has just said an especially funny joke. "Both, Lord Black -" Arcturus' face remained impassive. " - but it is because I couldn't believe we managed retrieve Top Box tickets - it was a bit of a surprise. But I'm glad we managed to obtain them, especially since we watched England win the quarter- and semi-final here as well." Turais looked closely at the boy, who stood beside Kaiden and did not share any resemblance with the Potter family, and widened his eyes in realization.
"Nice to see you well, Dorea," Arcturus stepped forward to greet his estranged relative.
"You look well yourself, Lord Black," Dorea curtsied.
Pointedly ignoring Charlus, Arcturus immediately turned to the odd Slytherin in the room. "Ah, you must Carmichael Wilkins, a surprise to see you here with the Potters ," Arcturus shook hands with the boy with dark hair, hazelnut eyes, and a strong facial features that was arranged with a frown that largely contrasted the mostly jovial expressions of the Potters.
"Pleasure to meet you too, Lord Black. Lord Potter heard of my immense interest in Quidditch through his nephew and I am very grateful for his invitation to the Top Box," the boy said with a frown.
"I did not realize your two families shared such a strong bond," Arcturus said inquiringly.
"Oh, I wouldn't put it as such. Kaiden shares the same intense passion for the sport as Carmichael and they respect each other immensely both on the Quidditch pitch and off. Now that Carmichael is turning sixteen in under a week, I just couldn't resist to treat this as an early birthday present considering we had a spare seventh ticket."
"Of course, that is quite generous of you," Orion said pleasantly. "I have heard that Carmichael is quite the Quidditch expert. Please allow me to congratulate you on becoming Slytherin Quidditch Team captain -" Orion continued with a slightly less warming tone as he turned to Kaiden and said, "- and to you as well, Kaiden Potter, for becoming the captain for Gryffindor."
"Thank you, Heir Black," Kaiden responded stiffly.
"Well, I wish you good luck, although I'm afraid I have a vested interest with the Slytherins," Orion said cordially. "Furthermore, Turais, my eldest son here, intents to try out for the team once he returns to school."
Fleamont laughed at his words. "No harm, Heir Black. There is more than enough support for the Gryffindors in my own household, especially when one of our own is on the team," Fleamont said and gestured his son, James. "Well, my son James is quite excited to spot your second son, Sirius. I was wondering if you could spare him for a moment so they can reacquaint themselves?"
Arcturus looked like he was on the verge of refusing when Turais stepped in, "Grandfather, I would like to chat with Wilkins regarding the Quidditch trials this year as well."
He considered Turais' words for a moment, his eyes flashing knowingly at the excited Sirius, before relenting.
"Very well. Please be careful," Arcturus said to Turais, although everyone knew the words were directed to Sirius. "We will head back to our box then, Lord Potter. Please enjoy the match."
"Of course, Lord Black. You as well. I will ensure that Sirius is returned safely to your hands," Fleamont said.
Turais turned to the adults and said, "Grandfather, I will follow you up shortly." Arcturus nodded and beckoned Melania and Orion to follow him. Sirius and James were bubbling with excitement but held their composure until the adults went out of sight. Turais said to Sirius, "Okay, Siri. Do not annoy the Potters or Wilkins, do you understand?"
Sirius nodded absent-mindedly before he bounced into the box and started to chat with James animatedly. Turais nodded at Wilkins, who narrowed his eyes at him, before asking Regulus, "Reggie, do you want to join them?"
Regulus shook his head and Turais brought him back to their box after a quick wave at the Potters and at Wilkins.
As they climbed up the wooden staircase, a familiar figure with long, pale hair stood atop their designated landing.
"Turais, fancy seeing you here," the older boy drawled as he shifted his cane from one hand to the other.
"Likewise, Lucius," Turais said.
"I see you have lost a brother along the way," Malfoy said. "I do fear for your family. I don't know how much shock your allies can take from having two unconventional sons of Black," Lucius looked at Regulus, "Perhaps that's why there's a third. For the likely case that both you and Sirius leads your family to ruins, at least someone will survive your family's legacy."
"Fighting words, Lucius," Turais said as his arm wrapped around Regulus defensively. "I'll ensure that our family is the one that comes out on top through this impending conflict."
"Impending conflict?" Malfoy chuckled. "The last one never ended."
On that note, he turned and left the landing.
After a moment, Turais collected himself and guided Regulus up the stairs. When he reached the family box, he found Arcturus engaged in a conversation with none other than the Minister of Magic, Eugenia Jenkins, and Abraxas Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy was stood beside his father and merely arched a brow when Turais arrived. The Ministry aides hovered beside and glanced nervously between three of the biggest players in the current British political world - only Dumbledore was amiss.
" - air is cleaner the higher up you are, Arcturus," Abraxas Malfoy said.
"I quite agree, Abraxas. And nice to meet you too, Minister. I hope the riots are not giving you too much of a headache?" Arcturus asked casually.
Eugenia Jenkins pursued her lips as she narrowed her hawk-like yellow eyes at his grandfather. After a moment, she spoke in a crisp, authoritative tone, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Black. The arrests and raids have been very successful, however, I have become quite impatient with the lack of verdicts from both the High Court and the Grand Jury Court on the recent... incidents. Pray tell what I can do to remedy the situation?"
"Now, Minister. Our court is overwhelmed with the amount of cases that your highly effective Aurors Office has presented. They are simply arresting too many people for crimes that lacked any incriminating evidence and most of which I believe would turn out to be frivolous lawsuits," Abraxas Malfoy smirked at the Minister's thinning lips. "Perhaps you could consider an amnesty as we have discussed previously?"
One way Abraxas Malfoy amassed power and influence was by slow-walking and staying many cases that implicated his allies. Due to the High Court's jurisdiction of appealing cases and overseeing new trials, he could effectively stall and delay any minor cases indefinitely by overturning rulings and controlling the appeals process. This is particularly effective at controlling his allies as the difference between any time spent in Azkaban to house arrest was enormous for any family.
Arcturus Black's Grand Jury Court dealt with more severe cases, such as murder and usage of Unforgivables. Due to the nature of those cases, which would inevitably end with at least a sentence in Azkaban, was less readily useful for controlling allies as the difference between one year or one month in Azkaban was negligible to most. Azkaban was, well, Azkaban .
"Abraxas, my friend, my Court will continue to extend our offer to take on some of the more sensitive cases from you -" Arcturus glanced mildly at his fellow Lord. " - we are always here to help whenever you are willing to accept it."
"I doubt that would do any good, Arcturus. The Guilford case has been passed to your Court for nearly five months now and I have hardly received any news of its advancement," Abraxas Malfoy responded.
Arcturus has agreed to Turais' request to stay the Guilford case in order to control Evan Rosier's vote in the Group meeting. Secretly, Turais thought that Arcturus was ready to agree to anything in which he could get back at the Malfoys. In this case, it would be curbing Lucius Malfoy's influence in Hogwarts.
"I know that you have special interest in this case and I will forgive you for your rash overstepping," Arcturus said as Malfoy senior bristled, "If I recall, your Court spent one year on an assault and theft charge combing through the intricancies, I assure you that a murder charge requires an even closer scrutiny. However, I promise you that more straight-forward and well-established cases, such as the Yaxley case, would easily be fast-tracked. Wouldn't you agree, Minister?"
The Yaxley case, which Turais was involved in as a victim, was provided a sentence in three months, nearly unheard of in the Grand Jury Court where cases typically stew for years. Of course, Arcturus' pressure on the case as his own grandson was involved helped advance it in record speed. But Jenkins understood that if Arcturus was motivated enough, she would be able to get much more done with Arcturus' help instead of Abraxas Malfoy's, who has no intention of ceding his control over his allies.
Minister Jenkins glared at both men who have given her much grievances in the Ministry with thinly-veiled contempt. However, she has decided that one of them was the lesser of two evils and gritted out, "Of course, Lord Black. The DMLE might see fit to amend the charges of certain high-profile individuals -"
"Now, Minister. I'm sure that wouldn't be wise," Malfoy said. "I maintain that the individuals arrested are purely based on circumstantial evidence, which would never be strong enough as evidence to push for an Azkaban ruling. Furthermore, you have a vested interest in keeping these cases low-profile. And the best way to do that is through me."
Minister Jenkins considered his words, but something hardened in her gaze as she was about to speak.
"Now, Minister. We are at the Quidditch World Cup finals," Abraxas Malfoy interrupted hastily, clearly disliking what he saw on the Minister's face. "Enough dry talks of politics has no place in this festivity -"
To Abraxas Malfoy's rescue, the voice of the Canadian Department Head of Magical Sports and Recreations boomed from the Top Box One. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and sixteenth Quidditch World Cup!"
The spectators screamed, shouted, and clapped as thousands of flags waved in the air. Amidst the rancorous noise, Minister Jenkins quickly excused herself to rejoin the British delegation at Box One while the Malfoys headed to the box above them. Sirius also appeared with Kaiden Potter right behind him. Turais mouthed a thank you at Kaiden, who waved goodbye before he disappeared, as nothing could be heard over the intense noises. The Black household reentered their box as the final match was about to begin. Turais looked out to see the large advertisement board has now become a black scoreboard that showed in a small message from the titular sponsor of this edition of the Quidditch World Cup showed above the country names, " Pommel's Canadian Oak-aged Mead: Proudly Canadian since 1763 - presents: ". Directly below and in bold, white font shouted the words "ENGLAND: ZERO, LIECHTENSTEIN: ZERO".
"And now, the England National Team Mascot!"
The entire stadium roared in approval for the English team as an even louder, yet oddly musical, roar sounded from outside the stadium. Three juvenile Common Welsh Greens circled the stadium as they swooped down towards the pitch while dragon trainers circled around them on their brooms. There were screams and shouts at the sight, but they were quickly drowned by the yelling and applause as the dragons executed an intricate flying pattern over the pitch with no signs of endangering the crowd. On occasion, they roared in melodious synchronicity and fired narrow jets of flames in the air.
"How did we manage to transport dragons as our mascot?" Turais gasped at the grand display.
"The British Ministry pulled out all the stops when they saw that the English team had a chance to make it to the final match," Arcturus explained as his face reflected the bright flashes of green flames. "And no one would dream of opposing such a majestic entrance for the English team."
After what felt like an extremely short performance, they flew out of the stadium as the entire stadium was on their feet with the amazing show.
"I will now present, the Liechtenstein National Team Mascot!"
A small quadrant of people in the left-side roared in approval as the rest of the stadium gasped and voiced numerous "oohs" and "aaws" as a flood of crups ran into the pitch as their collective yips sounded throughout the stadium. They organized themselves into a large shape that resembled a crup with its characteristic forked tail, then it reorganized into the flag of Liechtenstein, and then the names of each of the players on the Liechtenstein National Quidditch Team.
"While crups are cute, I'd think it would be wise to change their mascot into something more ... grandiose," Orion commented.
Turais nodded, but he didn't have the heart to tell Orion that the Liechtenstein team would officially change their mascot to an augurey named Hans. Turais thought the crups were waaay better than that oversized and malnourished-looking bird.
As they exited the stadium, the crowd applauded politely and settled down for the commencement of the match.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen. Please give a loud welcome to the England National Quidditch Team! I present to you - Bagsworth!"
A speck of white shot out onto the pitch from far below them to the feverish cheers of the entire stadium. It seemed as though the entire British Wizarding population turned up for this event (which was probably actually what happened).
"Gerard! Quigley! James! Jones! Zachary! Aaaaand - Westermont!"
Turais held his Omnioculars and focused on the Seeker. Turais dialed his Omnioculars on slow-motion as he rewatched the entrance of the blonde, fair skin lady with delicate facial features fly gracefully into the pitch. Suddenly, he felt a nudge at his shoulder.
Turias looked away from his Omnioculars just to see his father's eyes twinkle with mischief. "Snap out of your daze, Turais, you're drooling -" Turais quickly wiped at the corner of his mouth with his right sleeve and saw the wet patch on his robe afterwards. His face burned up in indignation and his father lips quirked up. " - and you're about to miss the entrance of the Liechtensteinian team."
Turais realized that the English team has already finished their lap around the stadium and were hovering at the goalposts at the right side of the stadium.
"And now, the Liechtenstein National Quidditch Team! I present to you - Konzett! Vogt! Wenzel! Frommelt! Frommelt! Frommelt! Aaaand Frommelt!"
Seven blue figures shot out onto the pitch one after another and proceeded to circle the stadium.
"Thank Hecates for small mercies," Arcturus spoke as he watched the procession in a laid-back manner as he poured out some mead into a frosted crystal water goblet and sampled it. Clearly fitting his palate, he sipped a bit more of the golden liquid. "At least none of them are Chasers, or else this match would've been impossible to follow."
Turais agreed whole-heartedly.
"And now we present our referee from Japan, Chairwitch of the International Association of Quidditch, Fuyumi Akiyama!"
A Japanese lady with black hair that was tied into a tight bun and wearing the standard pure gold referee robes strode out onto the pitch with a glistening silver whistle between her lips and a wooden crate levitated behind her. She mounted her broom, a Nimbus 1701 that was not available for purchase yet, and kicked open the crate as the four balls burst into the air. She blasted a shrill sound from the silver object as she flew after the scarlet Quaffle, the only visible object as the Bludgers and the Snitch has already disappeared, and signaled the start of the match.
"And they're OFF!" The Canadian shouted over the excited roars of the crowd. "And Bagsworth holds first possession! To Gerard! Quigley! Gerard! Konzett! Wenzel! Back to Quigley!"
The passes between the players were so quick that Turais could not keep track even with the aid of the Ominoculars. Learning from experience, he kept the speed dialed to 'normal' despite the difficulty to follow for he would miss all the real-time action in 'slow' speed and clicked the 'instant play by play' button to understand the various tactics each team was deploying.
"Gerard! Quigley! Gerard! Quigley! GERARD SCORES!"
The stadium shook in excitement from the stomping and cheers. The English team executed a perfect 'Formation Looping' where two Chasers went parallel with each other and quickly passed the Quaffle between them in rapid succession until one of them could score at the goalposts.
"GO PATRICK!" Sirius screamed out as he leaped and stood up on his seat. "GET THAT TRIPLE HAT-TRICK!"
"Ten-zero to England!"
"Now Vogt! Wenzel! Quigley!" The Liechtensteinian Frommett twins smashed a Bludger towards Quigley at the same time for a 'Doppelbeater Defence' as the extra fast Bludger punched into the English Chaser's stomach and causing him to drop the scarlet ball, which was quickly confiscated by Konzett from below.
"Konzett! Vogt! Wenzel!" Wenzel raised his arm to score, or so Turais thought, when he suddenly threw the Quaffle directly below him and out of view while Keeper Zachary flew to intercept him, leaving the lower goalposts unguarded.
"KONZETT SCORES!" Konzett turned out to be directly below her teammate as they used the ' Porskoff Pass ' to divert the Keeper's attention.
"Ten-ten tie!"
"Gerard! Quigley! Wenzel! Gerard! Konzett! Bagsworth! Foul! "
The English supporters chanted "Foul!" as they saw the Liechtensteinian Chaser crash violently into the English Chaser.
"Penalty for England!" shouted the Canadian official as the English crowd roared in approval.
In the next twenty minutes, a flurry of changes in Quaffle possessions, thanks to the sharp aims from either teams' Beaters, resulted in a steady trading of points. Now the score stood at forty-forty for both teams.
The match became faster and more brutal as the Beaters no longer held back and smashed the Bludgers with all their might at the opposing players while all the Chasers were battered and bruised from their attacks. Given that neither team was able to gain a decisive edge over the opposing team, it was increasingly apparent that the match would be decided by the catching of the Snitch.
Suddenly, Turais watched as Konzett zoomed past the English Keeper when another English player zoomed directly in front of her as she crashed into him. A whistled blasted as Akiyama signaled a foul by the English side. The English team was circling the referee and arguing with her heated while the entire stadium "booed" at the decision. The Crups were yipping enthusiastically at the outcome, however, and they leaped up and down en masse adorably. The crowd responded accordingly, temporarily distracted by the adorable display of elation.
"Dangerous body block by James! A penalty to Liechtenstein!"
Afterwards, the two sides were still at an impasse while neither team saw another penalty in a surprisingly clean match. Turais suspected that was because neither team was losing desperately by large margins and placed their hopes on their respective Seekers while aiming to keep the game tight.
"GO SIMON!" Regulus shouted. "ALMOST THERE!"
"QUIGLEY SCORES! -" Regulus made an ear-deafening shout that Turais never thought he was capable of. "One hundred and ten - one hundred to Eng- Westermont makes a dive!"
Turais gasped as he saw his favourite player dive down as her blonde ponytail streaked behind her head with her right arm stretched impossibly far in front to reach for the evading Snitch.
"Westermont has spotted the Snitch! Father!" screamed Turais as he stood up in excitement.
"Where's the Snit-" Alex asked.
"Right there!" Turais yelled as though Alex would find it just from that vague instruction but he couldn't focus on explaining right now.
The entire crowd was screaming and the three dragons were roaring for their Seeker to catch the Snitch for England. However…
"Frommett is coming from behind!" Turais screamed.
Frommett gained on Westermont inch by inch as his arm was now parallel to her - broomtail, waist, shoulder - while they both zoomed incredibly quickly after the golden ball. But the pitch ground was fast approaching…
"No, they are going to crash!" Turais watched in horror as both Seekers steered into each other in an attempt to pull up. But they tangled into each other just before crashing and tumbled onto the ground with a heavy thud and a sickening crack. Turais could see a broom snapped into two halves while the players laid in a heap beside it on the ground, unmoving. The entire stadium inhaled a shocked breath as they waited for the fate of both Seekers.
"What is happening?" Turais shrieked but his eyes were still glued onto his Omnioculars at the unfolding scene. Two teams of medi-wizards rushed to the site.
"Both Seekers are currently out of action. The referee has called a time-out. Medi-wizards are currently rushing to their aid."
One of the mediwizards waved at the referee frantically as she flew down towards the pitch and conversed with them. They have already separated the two unconscious players and were transporting them off to the sidelines of the pitch while Akiyama approached where the bodies once lied. There, she reached into the shallow pit of upturned grass and dirt to pick up a golden ball…
"It's the Snitch! It's not moving - someone caught the Snitch!" Turais shouted as the Canadian confirmed the news.
"The referee has confirmed that the Snitch has been caught by one of the Seekers! The match is over! But there will be a delay in the results as she will have to confirm with the presiding metal-charmer for the golden Snitch's flesh memory and 'first touch'. Whoever touched the Snitch first has just won their team and country the four hundred and sixteenth edition of the Quidditch World Cup."
Turais watched as the referee mounted her broom and flew into the tunnel.
"All golden Snitches have never been touched by a bare hand since its creation as the makers wore gloves at all times. This is to ensure that whenever there is a disputed catch, the flesh memory of the Snitch will provide the knowledge of whoever came into contact with the Snitch first -"
The murmurs in the crowd turned into thunderous applause as the two Seekers were regaining consciousness.
"- and of course, in the case of a Snitchnip, flesh memory can confirm which team's player committed the foul - and the referee has returned from the review!"
Turais saw the referee re-emerge from the tunnel and walked towards both teams that have already assembled themselves without their Seekers in the centre of the pitch, hovering just above the ground.
"The referee has just confirmed the results and - WESTERMONT HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! ENGLAND: TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY, LIECHTENSTEIN: ONE HUNDRED! ENGLAND WINS!"
The black scoreboard turned green as the white letters and numbers turned gold in confirmation of the final score. The entire stadium erupted into screams of delight as they realized that England has just won the Quidditch World Cup.
"This is England's first appearance in the final match in more than a century and its first Quidditch World Cup win in the same amount of time. Let's hope it takes them less time for their next one! What an amazing game!" The Canadian concluded his commentary as he cancelled the Sonorous charm.
"Westermont caught the Snitch, father! Westermont caught the Snitch! She was brilliant! I - " Turais stopped when he finally removed his eyes from his Omnioculars to see the adults look at him with a slightly appalled but mostly amused expression. "Um… I mean - I just think she's quite brilliant!"
"Now," Orion shouted over the cheering crowd and smirked at his son's embarrassed look. "Freshen yourself up. Westermont looks like she's up and you'll see her very soon!"
Turais looked out into the pitch to see the English Seeker supported by her elated teammates as they landed from their victory lap. Turais looked into the Omnioculars to see her tired but brilliant smile with her hair tossed messily around her face.
"Hey Turais, come on with me to the Box One," Arcturus motioned Turais to follow him as they climbed up to the very top where they found a large platform enough for sixty people to comfortable stand around. There, he saw a mixture of Canadian, British, and Liechtensteinian officials mingling along with the Malfoys, Berryclothes, and Pommels. A tall, lean man was staying at the very front of the platform with his wand to his neck and announced, "The Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!"
A dazzling white light illuminated the entire stadium as two wizards carried a vast golden cup from a secured room at the back of the box and handed it to the Canadian Minister of Magic.
"Let's put our hands together for the gallant runner-ups - Liechtenstein!"
Behind Turais, a stream of seven tired and mildly disappointed Liechtensteinian players climbed atop the stairs and passed by him to entire the box. The crowd was clapping energetically for this tiny country that outperformed all nations but one. The Seeker Frommett had to be carried by his twin brothers, the Beaters, to his seat.
"And I am now pleased to announce the winner of this edition's Quidditch World Cup - England!"
The entire English team walked in on their own two feet, grinning happily as the Canadian Minister invited Minister Jenkins to present the Cup with her. The two women lifted the Cup for the crowd to see and transferred it to Gerard, the English team captain. The crowd roared with approval as he showcased the Cup. Then he looked back to beckon the limping Seeker forward and shared the Cup with her as they both lifted the Cup with the entire team surrounding them in the thunderous applause.
The Blacks and the Potters strolled on the torch-lit pathway through the dark forest back to the campgrounds together. The sole reason why they were together in the first place was Arcturus' eagerness to stay away from Abraxas Malfoy and that Potters was apparently the lesser of two evils. But Turais couldn't complain. More time with the Potters was always a win in his books... but in the presence of the entire Black family (those who mattered to Turais anyway)... Turais was a bit concerned.
"That was an evenly-matched game, wasn't it?" Kaiden asked. Wilkins has excused himself as his family tent was in the opposite direction of where they were heading.
"Exhilarating. And a nail-biter to the end," Turais agreed mindlessly. "The Snitch catch is one that will go down in the history books."
He was busy eyeing Orion, who was engaging in a polite but tense conversation with Charlus in front of them. Meanwhile, Arcturus and Melania were chatting with Fleamont and Euphemia in front of them. Further ahead yet, Dorea was holding hands with James as the boy was chatting excitedly with Sirius and Regulus, probably about chocolate frog cards.
"You look like you're expecting a duel to break out at any moment," Alex whispered into Turais' ear.
"That's just a polite and long-winded way of saying you look constipated," Kaiden said as Alex stiffened at the insinuation. Turais shot Kaiden a glare but the boy didn't seem to notice. "Relax... England just won. Everyone is in a good mood. If they are going to fight, it will not be today of all days. Plus, we are emotionally repressed British purebloods. We won't commit such an atrocity at the world's largest event of all places either."
"You'd think," Turais said gravely. "But you heard Dorea. Both families have not engaged each other for the past thirty odd years. And on the first meeting after the hiatus, all the Lords and Heirs are in the same place. Can you tell me in good conscience that this doesn't concern you the slightest?"
"Fine," Kaiden conceded. "But they are doing well so far. No wands are unsheathed yet, Rais."
"What did you just call Turais?" Alex asked Kaiden, sounding quite scandalized. "You said Rais ?"
"Uh... Turais said he doesn't mind," Kaiden shrugged.
"I did not say that, Kay , you just did it regardless of my protest," Turais retorted.
Alex continued to stare at the two boys in question with burning intensity like a hyena fixated on his newest preys.
"We just met today," Kaiden said defensively as he shifted uncomfortably. Then in a lower voice, he said, "We just happened to have met each other before the match and chatted for a brief while."
"That's how Sirius and James have resolved their differences..." Alex said in surprise. Then, he smacked Turais on the head, "Did you sneak out of the tent while I was resting?"
Turais smiled sheepishly as Alex huffed. "Honestly! You always act like a reckless Gryffindor. Did you know your father placed a Tracking Spell on you three?"
"What? When?" Turais asked in surprise.
"He did it right when you entered the tent," Alex explained. "When he was holding up the flaps to let you three in, I saw him pull out his wand and muttered 'Observa Vestigium' . Then, there was this cloud of golden - "
"Golden shimmer," Turais mentally slapped himself on the forehead. "It's a modified Tracking Spell." That's how Orion knew they met up with the Potters.
"You Slytherin purebloods have weird parenting methods," Kaiden shook his head. "But at least the kneazle is out of the bag."
"Yeah... I suppose," Turais said. "Do you think our families will ever get along with each other?"
"I mean, we are off to a darn good start with our generation," Kaiden said. "James is getting along with your brothers. You haven't murdered me yet. So I'm hopeful?"
Turais hummed noncommittally as he eyed the two families once more. Maybe this could be the start of something different.
And just maybe... the two families could build closer ties with each other without all the angst and animosity.
"As long as neither of us invite each other back for tea," Turais mumbled as he recalled Dorea's words. He wasn't sure if either family was prepared for an extended encounter yet.
Some days, Turais really thought that Goddess Bad Luck has cast a Taboo curse on him. Today was one of those days as he found himself with a filled teacup and saucer in his hands as he eyed the palpable tension around the large dining table in the Potter family tent. And this was all Sirius and James' fault - and their damned Chocolate Frog cards. And why are they the ones who landed everyone in this awkward conversation while they were having a jolly good time comparing their card collections right this moment?!
"Why are you muttering about Chocolate frog cards?" Alex whispered. Turais turned to his companion who was clearly enjoying this late night gathering with as much enthusiasm as he was. Very little, that was.
'Ooops... did I say that out loud? ' Turais sighed internally.
"Don't mind me," Turais sighed heavily as he sipped his Earl Grey tea. The tea was quite good, so that was the saving grace, Turais supposed.
It was not that he minded that the Potters met with the Blacks. In actuality, he wanted both families to get along well for the eventuality of Sirius and James' flourishing friendship. And for a more personal reason, he wanted this to happen for his own selfish reasons as well. A good relationship between the two families meant that Turais had more of an excuse to spend time with the Potters, which was all he wanted for himself. He just wanted this one thing.
But was this meeting too premature?
Turais sighed again before placing his cup down. He looked up from the rim of his china and saw Arcturus and Orion frowning at him.
Charlus cleared his throat and braved the tension. With a strained nonchalance, he asked, "So... where is Walburga?"
Dorea stepped on her husband's foot and he barely stifled a moan of pain. However, the damage has been done as the temperature of the room immediately fell by several degrees.
"She is not present at the current moment," Orion said stiffly, his handlebar moustache unyielding.
"I... I... see..." Charlus said haltingly as he tried to read the room, "... that -"
"Why don't you eat some of this custard cream, honey?" Dorea shoved the biscuit into her husband's mouth hastily. "You said they were absolutely delightful."
Charlus' munching provided the sole source of sound as the rest of the table fell silent once more. After a short while, Fleamont cleared his throat and gave a second attempt to break the ice.
"So, Arcturus -" Arcturus froze slightly as Turais winced. "- May I extend my sincerest congratulations to your eldest grandson's achievements," he said as his eye twinkled at Turais through the gold-rimmed monocle.
Arcturus sat up straighter in his chair and tugged on his robes. " Turais is the future Heir of the family. It is but natural that he shall start to live up to the family name. It is, of course, all in his blood."
"Indeed," Fleamont acquiesced good-naturedly. "He is a good lad. My nephew says so many times himself -" Kaiden looked up as though he was a unicorn caught at wand-point. " - He thinks very highly of your eldest grandson."
"Does he now?" Arcturus asked, his voice now with a hint of warmth.
"Ah... of course," Kaiden said. "It's the truth. The majority of Gryffindor looks upon him favourably. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw as well."
Arcturus turned to look back at Turais with an approving nod. "I've heard that he has gained much positive fanfare in school. Hopefully that will only increase with his joining of the Quidditch team this year. I expect he will become Head Boy and Quidditch team captain in due time." Kaiden gave Turais an incredulous expression upon hearing those words. Turais understood how the high expectations that Arcturus just listed out sounded to the lay ears.
"I'm sure he will," Kaiden said quickly with confidence. "He is top of his year and an role model for his peers. I'm certain that he is going to be a brilliant Seeker as well."
Arcturus quirked his eyebrow. "How did you know Turais Seeks?"
Kaiden paled at the question. "Uhm... I... um -"
"We were just talking about Quidditch on our way back from the stadium, grandfather," Turais jumped to the rescue as Kaiden sagged with relief. "We bonded very quickly... over Quidditch... and... our mutual respect of each other as top competitors."
"It seems to me as though my two grandsons have quite the affinity with your sons," Arcturus stated. "Considering they have just met each other."
Weak chuckles sounded from the Potter family as they eyed each other warily. However, Arcturus did not press the matter any further, thankfully.
"So, Lord Potter -"
"I shall insist you call me Fleamont," Fleamont said calmly.
"I don't think that is wise -"
"We are neither in the Wizengamot chamber nor in the company of others. Let us wear our titles like garments and shed them when it is not longer the occasion."
Turais was fairly certain that if they were in the chamber or otherwise in public, they would not have even addressed each other.
Arcturus paused momentarily and pursed his lips. Finally, he said, "As you wish... Fleamont. I suppose I shall have to extend the same courtesy to you."
"I hope that would not be too much trouble, Arcturus..." Fleamont smiled warmly. "... and you as well, Orion."
Orion nodded without much choice.
"So, Fleamont," Arcturus started again. "What are your opinions on the new bill regarding the St. Mungo's expansion?"
As the adults dove into political talks, the children discreetly excused themselves from the table.
"Oh Merlin, that was nerve-wrecking," Kaiden gasped after they were a safe distance away. "I think I need a healthy swig of the Draught of Peace."
"Ditto," Turais sighed as he looked back at the table. If anything, this was a better outcome than Turais would have hoped for in a first encounter between the families. He turned back to Kaiden and asked, "I can't believe Fleamont was able to force my grandfather to address him by his first name. I don't think he has ever done that for any of his enemies ."
"But I don't understand what is all the fuss about the titles?"
Turais did not understand this archaic and confusing concept of properly addressing a person as Harry Potter. It was only until he grew up in the Black household that he finally grasped the intricacies of this important cultural aspect.
"I thought you'd know this, considering you're..." Kaiden asked with uncertainty. Alex shook his head in embarrassment.
"No matter. Crash course on titles. To properly address a person is one of the cornerstones of pureblood etiquette," Kaiden explained. "There are different levels of familiarity and corresponding etiquette accompanying each level. The first and lowest level of familiarity pertains to strangers. Both parties refer to each other using honorifics such as Mister, Mistress or Miss. If the person has a title, such as being a Lord, Lady, Heir, or Master, those honorifics would be used during the introduction instead. The parties could revert back to the normal honorifics for the rest of the conversation if they both agree to it."
"How do you know if the other person would allow you to address them as Mister or Mistress instead of Lord or Lady?" Alex asked.
Kaiden frowned as he thought for a moment. "It is implicit. After you addressed someone as Lord for the first time, you can address them as Mister in the same conversation afterwards. If the Lord does not make his objection known, he has agreed to the switch." Alex nodded thoughtfully.
"So, the second level pertains to business contacts. For private relations at this level, titles such as Lord or Lady could be dropped in favour of Mister, Mistress or Miss. But for business and public settings, the usage of the professional title is still applicable. For example, my father would address Dumbledore as Headmaster while Dumbledore would address my father as Senior Auror.
"This remains true until their familiarity advances to the next level, which corresponds to casual acquaintances, such as classmates or family friends. At this level, the honorifics could be dropped in a private setting where one refers to each other only by their last names. Professional titles would be dropped in public settings in favour of Mister, Mistress or Miss.
"The fourth level is friendship and is where the titles become more variable. Depending on the comfort and familiarity between the pairs, they might refer to each other from last names to first names to nicknames in both a private or public setting.
"Of course, if a person deliberately addresses the other party incorrectly or fails to rectify their mistake after being corrected by the offended party, this would be a big breach of etiquette," Kaiden summarized succinctly.
"Oh, so if Dumbledore and your father were in the same room and Dumbledore addressed your father as Mr Potter instead of Senior Auror Potter, your father has been insulted by him in this case?" Alex asked.
"Potentially. But if my father tells Dumbledore to refer to him as Senior Auror and Dumbledore fails to address him properly him a second time, that is when it is a big issue," Kaiden said.
"So is that why Turais' father was so stoic with James and Mrs... um... Lady Potter? Did they unintentionally offend him?" Alex asked as he eyed Turais carefully. Kaiden raised an eyebrow inquiringly and Alex explained, "We were at Diagon Alley and I think James called his father 'Mr Black'. I think Mrs... Lady Potter made the same mistake."
Turais nodded at Alex. "That's true. They did address my father incorrectly. But I don't think that was the sole reason why my father was defensive. He is just wary of Light families in generally."
"But I am surprised that Aunt Euphemia made that blunder at all," Kaiden said. "Granted that I don't see her in the company of people who make a big fuss of these matters much. But now that I come to think about it, I've learnt all this from my mum... now I wonder if my father actually knows all these rules too... but it's really just a bunch of pureblood baloney anyway," Kaiden said dismissively. "Our family doesn't care much about titles or designations and -" Suddenly, Kaiden realized he was in the company of Turais and stammered, "- a...and well... there is nothing wrong... with that..." he finished weakly.
Turais smirked a little at Kaiden's discomfort. But upon that, Kaiden also relaxed slightly. "I'm not a stickler with titles either. They are quite pompous and pretentious -"
"Exactly! " Kaiden exclaimed excitedly as though he was just granted unfettered permission to rant on the subject, "I'd hate to be 'Heir Apparent Potter this' or 'Lady Potter that'. That irks me."
"Yeah, but it was was still positively conniving of Fleamont to force my grandfather's hands in such a manner. He had no grounds to refuse Fleamont's request either," Turais commented.
"Well, of course," Kaiden said. "Both his parents were in Slytherin. He must've picked up some tricks from them."
"Wait, what?!" Turais was shocked. He never asked his ancestors which Houses they were in. He just assumed they were all in Gryffindor. In hindsight, it was a silly assumption.
"Henry Potter and Josephine Fleamont were both in Slytherin," Kaiden repeated.
"I thought all Potters were Sorted into Gryffindor," Turais said as Kaiden snorted.
"That doesn't even make sense. Not every Potter can share the same courageous and brave traits. As a matter of fact, I know there was a few Ravenclaws and Slytherins sprinkled in our family tree despite the Gryffindor dominance."
"Well, Turais' family were all in Slytherin," Alex spoke up in his defense.
"I'm sure if you looked hard enough, there's bound to be the, Merlin forbid, odd Hufflepuff or Gryffindor in your family tree somewhere," Kaiden said. "But they might've been struck off your family tree before they could say 'I'm the black sheep' if your family history is anything to go by."
"You're probably right," Turais concurred. Kaiden placed his hand on Turais' shoulder.
"What you've just said bears remembering," Kaiden said in an irritatingly soothing tone. "I'm always right."
The older boy smirked as he walked away from two spluttering Slytherins.
Hey everybody,
I made the artistic decision to put Henry Potter as a Slytherin despite the fact that the Potters are traditionally associated with Gryffindor. But Sirius can buck the Slytherin tradition to become a Gryffindor, so there is no reason why Henry Potter could not be sorted into Slytherin. In addition, there was no explicit mention that Henry Potter was a Gryffindor, or in any House, in fact.
The next chapter is Chapter 24: The Serpent's Lair as we follow Turais to the start of his second year. Look forward to it!
- ravenclawblues 2019-12-19