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Harry was amazed, a Malfoy could fly! He tried to think back to the girl who became Malfoy's wife, wondering if she had had quidditch experience but he could only see the relatively quiet girl in the year below him, she definitely never made the team at all. But then again Malfoy was seeker and he wasn't going to give that position up even if she was as good at quidditch as David Beckham is at football.
He laughed thinking back to the elder Malfoy. That man had never caught the snitch in a game against him in his life and Harry knew it was something that had made the tension between the two of them increase. Just like Snape before him, Malfoy had developed a great dislike of a Potter, partly due to jealousy on the quidditch pitch.
But it seemed that things had changed. This Malfoy for all he had the looks and the name seemed to Harry to have a different aura about him. He acted the perfect slytherin in lessons, had the typical bodyguards follow him around and seemed to have the same throw money around, commanding attitude that his family was infamous for but there was something not right about him.
Maybe Harry was just being a bit sour that his own seeker, who he had had extremely high hopes for hadn't won. In fact it had taken some talking to Max to cheer him up after the match. Harry had found him sitting outside the fat lady thinking whilst the party continued inside the common room. He had however managed to assure the first year that he flew exceedingly well it was just that he had a equally competent opponent with a much better broom.
The small tanned Gryffindor was a mystery to his head of house. He felt sympathy for the wizard who he was aware had grown up in foster care. He often felt there were similarities between the two, both orphans, good seekers. He wished there were other first year gryffindors. After all it was hard enough for Harry when he became part of a new world but he at least had had Harry and Hermione. Harry sensed the dark haired boy often got left out from the Weasley boys, who naturally were very close, having grown up inseparable.
Around school the Weasleys could always be seen with Max but he never appeared one of them. He got on well with all the gryffindors especially those on the quidditch team but he was a bit of a loner. But at the same time seemed strangely happy and content. For he would frequently smile to himself, and his smile reminded Harry a lot of his godfather's. It seemed carefree, optimistic but slightly untrustworthy, a smile that Harry had seen on Sirius' lips only rarely in the few years he knew him but one he presumed beamed almost constantly when his guardian had been at Hogwarts. It was the smile Harry always imagined on his father's face, a smile people rarely saw in such times of war; a smile Harry himself deserved but knew was unobtainable.
Harry was curious to why there were so little gryffindors. It couldn't be that the world was growing more cowardly and fake. In fact Harry had been extremely disappointed that he didn't have more. He wished his cousin's daughter had been in his house, and then he could have really taken her under his wing.
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