Chapter 12: A Difference Forever
After lunch, Harry met Flint down at the locker room for practice.
"How long have you been waiting?" asked Harry feeling a little guilty for seeing Flint there before him.
"Not long at all, actually," said Flint. He picked up a large box and a broom. Harry had his own in his hand, "We'll go down to the Quidditch Pitch today, since the Ravenclaws are practicing on the other side of the school were everyone usually goes rather than going all the way out to the Pitch."
"Alright."
"Mount your broom. We're flying there." Said Flint. Harry did as he was told and followed Flint there.. Well, until they got halfway there when Harry decided to speed up.a lot.
Harry landed with ease and Flint called out behind him, "They weren't kidding when they said that you were spectacular."
"Do you really think I could be on the team? I don't even know how to play.I mean.I know how to play, since you and Draco explained everything to me earlier, but.I don't know if I can.you know.do this." Harry was starting to doubt this.
"The Heir of Slytherin should never doubt himself, only those who are weak." The Captain set the case he was carrying on the ground and smiled down at Harry, "Do you know why we hate the Gryffindors, my young Lord?
Harry shook his head. He hadn't heard the older boy address him so formally, as Harry was excited about finally getting the answer he had been dying to get. The answer that set him and his godfather, Sirius, so far apart. The reason why the feeling of hate was mutual by both Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"It's because we are so different." It was that simple, "While Gryffindors may be courageous and impetuous and desire only friendship, we Slytherins are aggressive and determined with many situations, and we not only desire friendship, but power. Oh, yes.the desire for power is what made us Slytherins when most of us, even you, my Lord, had no idea."
"How.?"
"How, what?" they sat down on the sandy grass.
"How.er.why did I desire power when I didn't even know I had any? How could I?"
Flint smiled, "But, young Lord, you already know that answer." Harry shot him a quizzical look, "Have you ever hated someone with so much passion that you would want nothing more than to torture them pitilessly to insanity, but yet, you can't bring yourself to do it. Maybe because you're scared. Afraid if someone found out, and you ask yourself if it would be worth it. Yet, you go on living with that one question nagging in the back of your head. Have you ever?"
It was as if he could read Harry like a book wide open. For most of Harry's life, he wondered if it would be worth killing his Uncle Vernon and risk getting into trouble. And he went on with his daily belt beatings with that one question forever nagging in the back of his worthless mind. But Harry never knew that child abuse and neglect was against the law.
Harry nodded, "Yes, I have."
"And so have most of the other Slytherins you see in there." Flint gave him a sympathetic smile, "We all have our hardships and downfalls, and what makes us Slytherins is the ability to sustain and put it all behind us.moving on. That's what makes us different from Gryffindors. It's strength."
Harry only nodded. That was the answer he was looking for. He displayed a smile upon his face to no one in particular. Now he knew why he hand his godfather could never get along.and would never.
It was a sad smile, but a smile, all the same, that Flint saw. He smiled as well, "Come along, now. We have to get practice in before dinner. I'm excited to see what position you'll play."
"Seeker!?" Draco's jaw dropped to the floor.
"Yeah, he said I'd be the best Seeker yet. But, not only that.he said I should get me a better broom," Harry shoved another mouthful of mashed potatoes in, "E'fer a Nimvis tootousan o' a Fi'u boat."
Draco sent him a look between disgust and curiosity, "Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to talk with your mouth full? And not only that, but not a bloody soul can understand what the hell you're saying. So, run that by me again."
Harry swallowed, "I said, 'either a Nimbus Two thousand or a Firebolt."
"A Firebolt, if you can. It's damn well faster and it's the greatest design. Even though it's a little more expensive. I'm glad they changed the rules about first years not being able to have brooms until they're on teams.that makes it a hell of a whole lot easier." Harry agreed, "A SEEKER!"
Harry laughed and sighed. Finally it was the weekend, and he thought about visiting Remus after promising that he would.
End of Chapter 12
Okaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.......that was the shortest chapter ever and I apologize, but it was interesting.. I think. I hope it answered some of your questions. Please review! I love nice LONG reviews too (*wink**wink*) (hint hint) (Jab jab). But thank you all so much who DID review. It makes me feel speshialle!!!
After lunch, Harry met Flint down at the locker room for practice.
"How long have you been waiting?" asked Harry feeling a little guilty for seeing Flint there before him.
"Not long at all, actually," said Flint. He picked up a large box and a broom. Harry had his own in his hand, "We'll go down to the Quidditch Pitch today, since the Ravenclaws are practicing on the other side of the school were everyone usually goes rather than going all the way out to the Pitch."
"Alright."
"Mount your broom. We're flying there." Said Flint. Harry did as he was told and followed Flint there.. Well, until they got halfway there when Harry decided to speed up.a lot.
Harry landed with ease and Flint called out behind him, "They weren't kidding when they said that you were spectacular."
"Do you really think I could be on the team? I don't even know how to play.I mean.I know how to play, since you and Draco explained everything to me earlier, but.I don't know if I can.you know.do this." Harry was starting to doubt this.
"The Heir of Slytherin should never doubt himself, only those who are weak." The Captain set the case he was carrying on the ground and smiled down at Harry, "Do you know why we hate the Gryffindors, my young Lord?
Harry shook his head. He hadn't heard the older boy address him so formally, as Harry was excited about finally getting the answer he had been dying to get. The answer that set him and his godfather, Sirius, so far apart. The reason why the feeling of hate was mutual by both Slytherins and Gryffindors.
"It's because we are so different." It was that simple, "While Gryffindors may be courageous and impetuous and desire only friendship, we Slytherins are aggressive and determined with many situations, and we not only desire friendship, but power. Oh, yes.the desire for power is what made us Slytherins when most of us, even you, my Lord, had no idea."
"How.?"
"How, what?" they sat down on the sandy grass.
"How.er.why did I desire power when I didn't even know I had any? How could I?"
Flint smiled, "But, young Lord, you already know that answer." Harry shot him a quizzical look, "Have you ever hated someone with so much passion that you would want nothing more than to torture them pitilessly to insanity, but yet, you can't bring yourself to do it. Maybe because you're scared. Afraid if someone found out, and you ask yourself if it would be worth it. Yet, you go on living with that one question nagging in the back of your head. Have you ever?"
It was as if he could read Harry like a book wide open. For most of Harry's life, he wondered if it would be worth killing his Uncle Vernon and risk getting into trouble. And he went on with his daily belt beatings with that one question forever nagging in the back of his worthless mind. But Harry never knew that child abuse and neglect was against the law.
Harry nodded, "Yes, I have."
"And so have most of the other Slytherins you see in there." Flint gave him a sympathetic smile, "We all have our hardships and downfalls, and what makes us Slytherins is the ability to sustain and put it all behind us.moving on. That's what makes us different from Gryffindors. It's strength."
Harry only nodded. That was the answer he was looking for. He displayed a smile upon his face to no one in particular. Now he knew why he hand his godfather could never get along.and would never.
It was a sad smile, but a smile, all the same, that Flint saw. He smiled as well, "Come along, now. We have to get practice in before dinner. I'm excited to see what position you'll play."
"Seeker!?" Draco's jaw dropped to the floor.
"Yeah, he said I'd be the best Seeker yet. But, not only that.he said I should get me a better broom," Harry shoved another mouthful of mashed potatoes in, "E'fer a Nimvis tootousan o' a Fi'u boat."
Draco sent him a look between disgust and curiosity, "Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to talk with your mouth full? And not only that, but not a bloody soul can understand what the hell you're saying. So, run that by me again."
Harry swallowed, "I said, 'either a Nimbus Two thousand or a Firebolt."
"A Firebolt, if you can. It's damn well faster and it's the greatest design. Even though it's a little more expensive. I'm glad they changed the rules about first years not being able to have brooms until they're on teams.that makes it a hell of a whole lot easier." Harry agreed, "A SEEKER!"
Harry laughed and sighed. Finally it was the weekend, and he thought about visiting Remus after promising that he would.
End of Chapter 12
Okaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.......that was the shortest chapter ever and I apologize, but it was interesting.. I think. I hope it answered some of your questions. Please review! I love nice LONG reviews too (*wink**wink*) (hint hint) (Jab jab). But thank you all so much who DID review. It makes me feel speshialle!!!