Sirius black could hardly believe he was sitting here about to watch his godson compete in the Triwizard tournament. Well the part that was hard to believe was that he was a free man, though, come to think of it, his godson competing in this blood sport was also hard to believe.

He was a bit surprised they were all just in the Hogwarts quidditch stands. He had half expected some kind of contest against the worst creatures wizardkind had to offer, but there were no signs of such

His puzzlement grew when a quidditch team flew in from the opposing dugout. He quickly picked up his omnioculars only to blink and put them down to look over at Moony.

"Did you jinx my omnis?"

"Nope," Remus said. "Those really are the Hollyhead Harpies."

Sirius picked his omnis back up and hit the record function, watching them make a circuit of the pitch before asking Moony, "So, this making any sense to you?"

"Not a bit. I'm not opposed to a good game, but what does this have to do with the Triwizard tournament?"

They were quite surprised when flying in from the opposite side were seven students, each wearing form fitting white silk outfits flew out on a rag tag collection of brooms. Lafiel was still using Weasley special.

"Hey Moony? Am I seeing things, or are the kids wearing pajamas with school themed capes?"

"Nope, That's Harry, his friend Lafiel from the paper, and Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts. I can see the Beauxbatons champion, as well as the Durmstrang, plus one more from each school that I don't recognize."

"So, the Harpies vs Team Champions? That works I guess." They watched as the students flew around the stadium, until suddenly Harry's broom started acting up and jerking up and down and then side to side.

He was surprised when a young blue haired woman in the stands shouted, "Stop acting like an idiot Harry!" Was that Hermione?

Suddenly Harry was thrown from his broom plummeting to the ground, only to completely ignore gravity, fly back up right next to Hermione, and hold out his hand to her, only to pull her up to meet him, and then let go. She floated alongside him and followed him to the middle of the arena.

Sirius made sure to record Hermione's glare. That was good stuff there.

Harry then repeated and did the same thing with Luna who was sitting next to where Hermione was in the stands. He pulled her up to the same level, but she held on, and then Hermione grabbed his other hand. Then the pair started pulling Harry into a spin, faster and faster each time until on the 7th spin they let him go and he shot out back to the rest of his teammates.

Luna and Hermione gently drifted back to their seats as if flying was no big deal. Sirius recorded it all, even as Harry was caught by his teammates who then all stood up on their brooms and simply walked off, letting their brooms drift to the ground. They then raced around the quidditch pitch without their brooms.

Sirius noticed something else. A blond haired young women that he thought might be a Greengrass sitting next to Luna seem to have difficulty staying seated. She looked like she just wanted the excuse to show she could fly too, but was resisting, badly.

The announcer shouted, "And there you have it, the very first quidditch team with brooms optional. I'm sure there is an interesting story behind that that we all want to hear, but for now, let the game begin."

Sadly, the Harpies quickly showed why they were a pro team, and that fielding a brand new method of flying with only minimum practice is not going to cut it. They let the Harpies choose the winner from among the actual Triwizard contestants, but they refused, declaring it a tie for all the parties involved. Everyone cheered.

"However they did it, I want one," stated Sirius solemnly.

"I suspect you will have to get in line. They couldn't remotely match the straight line speed of the harpies brooms, but they could turn on a dime. It's probably some kind of rune scheme woven in what looks like acromantula silk, but I have no idea how they pulled it off. I can't even begin to imagine the arithmancy required."

"No kidding," said Sirius.

"It's more impressive than you think. Did you watch them? All of them were in absolute control. The only one that might not have been was Miss Greengrass, and I think she just wanted to show off, and was barely resisting the temptation. Whatever they have looks ready to sell, and we haven't even heard about it, save for that one paper article we thought was garbage."

"I definitely need to talk to my godson, to see if he needs an investor if nothing else. There is a ton of money to be made here, and I need to buy one for myself."

Remus said, "Just don't be too demanding. Who knows how much effort one of those sets of clothing took. It may take weeks. They are clearly all done exactly to size."

"Couldn't they just include a sizing charm?" asked Sirius.

"On top of everything else that must be in those? Don't be ridiculous," exclaimed Remus.

"What's the big deal?" asked Sirius.

"Other than the fact that the size shifts would destroy the runic scheme's overall balance, or that balancing all that had to be incredibly difficult, and even trying to add auto-sizing would probably multiply the difficulty by at least ten. We'll or the fact that Bathsheba and Septima, who were presumably involved would have smacked down any such stupidity early on, lest they be responsible for someone's death. The headmaster would too, for that matter."

"Is it really that complex?" asked Sirius.

"The design of brooms has been perfected over what a thousand years or so? This must have been done what? This year? It is directly coupling with a persons magic, canceling out weight, most air resistance and applying thrust far more smoothly in any direction they desire than a broom ever could, so yes, it is that complex."

"If you say so," stated Sirius.

"You are trying to annoy me, aren't you?"

Sirius nodded.

Remus face palmed and muttered about useless showoffs who never did their own work.

Sirius grinned proudly.