Disclaimer's in the prologue.

Harry was having a headache on that early Saturday morning. Everybody, almost everybody, even his fellow Slytherin students who were practically composed all the time when in the Great Hall are making an extreme ruckus just because of the first Quiditch game that's going to be held on that day. What's even more annoying was that those who passed him by kept on giving remarks such as 'do well in the match Evandrus', 'don't let Slytherin lose' and all those things pertaining on how he should not lose the game.

"Hey, you alright mate?" Theo asked him while he was agitatedly stabbing his food with a knife.

Harry glared at Theo. "What do you think? He still hasn't sent a broom that I can use for later and there is no way that I am going to use those rotten school brooms." he said in a rather loud voice, louder than common for him. His brother already has a broom to use, a new Nimbus Two Thousand while he was still waiting for a broom that he borrowed from a friend.

"Maybe your friend will send it later. The match isn't on until eleven we still have about," Theo glanced at his pocket watch, "Three hours." Theo said instead of telling him 'I told you so', which was what he is expecting because he kept on saying 'no' whenever Theo tells him that he should buy his own broom.

Harry inhaled then exhaled. He grabbed his glass of pumpkin juice and drunk it all in one go.

"Finally!" Harry exclaimed after almost two more hours of waiting rather impatiently.

A bunch of owls flew in carrying some sort of package in a long, rectangular parcel. The owl dropped the package on the Slytherin table and both Harry and Theo caught it. Harry read the note first that was attached to it.

Snake boy,

Good luck on your match. I'm wondering why you are playing, you always say you hate the game, your letter doesn't have some explanation, anyways, this babe will definitely make your team win. Your Mr. Goody, goody, guardian was kinda against me sending you this broom when I accidentally slipped that I will, but I managed to smuggle it and send this one to you, but hey, who knows maybe one day I'll be famous for this broom. Well good luck again. And please don't kill me or send any jinxed letters. I'm too young, and also too damn good-looking to die.

Doc stopped by weeks ago. That dude looks like he got in a row with his brothers again. Bet you 10 bucks we're going to see how that man is a master of Ancient Rules and Ancient Rituals one of these days and his brothers are the targets.

P.S. Bring this letter during the match, let your friend (if someone can stand you) or anyone who's not playing hold this.

Your most AWESOMEST associate,

Lord of Supreme Awesomeness.

Somehow Harry had a bad feeling about the broom that he's about to open. Theo, who's far more excited than him, was the one who opened the package while his mouth was still filled with food. Harry frowned as he saw the broom whilst the others looked at it with awe. It doesn't look like it's made by any of the broom company that they know of, or it certainly hasn't been released to the public yet, but Harry has it.

"You're dead." Harry grumbled, glaring at the broom in front of him.

"Fwuzzat?" Theo asked while chewing some food much to Harry's distaste.

"It's a broom." Harry deadpanned and Theo rolled his eyes at him.

"That is an experimental broom! A prototype!" he informed the pureblood. "He's been obsessing about this for quite some time now." and by obsessing, really obsessing. Luke obsessed about the broom to the point of not doing schoolworks or attending the lessons.

Theo swallowed. "That's wicked! Well, better that than the school brooms right?" His friend has a point though. He would prefer that than the school brooms any day.

"Better in the sense that it can kill you faster just by having an extreme case of motion sickness because of the high speed of this broom." he said drily to Theo as he handed the letter over.

Theo chuckled upon reading the note. "Lord of Supreme Awesomeness? Seriously?" Harry just nodded to the title of his overly jovial American acquaintance. "Doc?"

"My guardian's best friend."

"Ancient Rituals?" Theo repeated. "Isn't that banned, it's considered to be dark arts because it needs blood to work most of the time." It was overrated that the ministry outlawed ancient rituals just because it requires blood on most of its rites.

"Not in their place it's not," Harry drank more pumpkin juice.

"Lucky them," Theo muttered. "Row with his brothers, huh?"

"Mhm."

By eleven o'clock the whole school were out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.

The players mounted their brooms, Harry was still feeling unsure about the broom that he's using. He glanced at Theo who was still holding the letter when all of a sudden it shoots through the sky then, like a fireworks display, it flashed a silver and green words that read 'GO SLYTHERIN!' with a fire snake on top of it that literally made the other students jumped. The others were really amused even the teachers, though the enchantment lasted for only about ten seconds.

Harry glanced about the field and there was a Gryffindor banner saying 'Potter for President!' It was well written and the drawing of Lars catching the snitch, hence winning the match, was very well drawn.

"Now I want a nice clean game, from all of you." Madame Hooch said loudly at the students hovering above her. Knowing that the match is with them, Slytherins, they most definitely will not have, as Madam Hooch put it, 'a nice clean game'.

"The bludgers are up followed by the golden snitch remember the seeker who catches the snitch ends the game." Lee Jordan, the Gryffindor announcer, said as Madame Hooch released the first three balls from the wooden chest, followed by the quaffle which was thrown upward by the referee. "The Quaffle is released," the quaffle is above the players. "And the game begins." The Gryffindor chaser, whoever she is, caught the ball and scored ten points for Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor team are already advancing in the scores until Flint lost his temper and shot the bludger at Oliver Wood who was hit in the stomach then fell on the ground, hopefully he should be alive. If not, well then what a pity. This is exactly why he doesn't like the game imagine getting hit by that stupid ball, each and every game.

The Slytherin caught up, the scores are tied. Both seekers noticed the snitch and started racing each other to catch it.

Lars was advancing first due to the fact that Harry was nearly hit by a bludger that was sent his way by the Gryffindor beaters, the Weasley twins. Harry raced towards the snitch, the broom being very fast, he caught up with his brother and eventually managed to be closer to the snitch. He glanced back to see his brother and stopped dead on his tracks when he saw his twin brother's broom is moving madly, shaking Lars off.

Lars was now hanging high above the ground the broom was still swaying.

Harry shook out of being stunned on his place then immediately raced to his brother and fortunately he grabbed his brother's hand a split second after Lars slipped his grip off the broom. The broom has use after all, he thought in amusement. He dropped Lars off at a safe height and then raced after the snitch which he now caught with relative ease.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!" Madame Hooch whistled and yelled the winner for today's match.

Lars was brought to the hospital wing to make sure nothing serious happened. Harry waited until no one was there then he approached his twin.

"Are you alright?" He asked plainly.

"Uhm, yes. I-" Lars gulped, Harry raised his brow at his brother. "Oh...sweet Merlin...I thought I was going to die...Thank you, really, really, really."

"Don't mention it." he said, sitting down on the chair beside the bed "Good thing the broom was fast."

"Where'd you got that broom anyway?" Lars asked curiously.

"An acquaintance of mine's invention." he told his twin, before adding thoughtfully, "maybe you'll meet him sometime and I am pretty sure you two will get along just fine."

"Wicked Cool!" Lars exclaimed, usual reaction of arse over elbow Quiditch fanatics.

Then they heard footsteps about to enter the infirmary. Two men arrived. One was a good looking man in his early thirties with black shoulder length hair and another one with a haggard but kind looking face with a clean brown hair.

"Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus!" Lars exclaimed while Harry just stared at the two men who entered. Harry considered exiting but he knew better. He can't hide forever.

"Hello Harry, Lars." greeted the man with black hair.

"Hello cubs." The other one said.

"Sirius, Remus." Harry greeted with a nod like he always do.

The two approached them and gave a warm smile.

Sirius just stood awkwardly for a few minutes before turning to Lars, asking "You alright kid?" to which Lars nodded and then the man's attention turned to him.

"Long time no see my dear Godson." said Sirius.

"Yes long time cub." Remus agree. "How have you been, Harry?"

"I've been fine." he answered flatly. "And you two?"

Sirius shrugged. "Bah you know me, same as usual, living." Harry thought that if the man still hadn't changed he is still his normal carefree nature as a person but a protective man when it comes to people who are important to him. "And taking very, very good care of Lars here, of course."

"Hey, uhm" Sirius started when Harry turned to leave after a few moment of silence. "It's great seeing you again Harry, we really missed you." hugging him suddenly. "Lars didn't mention to us that you were the other seeker, he called you Evandrus."

"I asked him not to mention that I was here." he said in defence of his brother. "And 'Evandrus' is my last name, not 'Potter'."

"So this was why Lars told us to bring this," Sirius took something from his pocket, the bracelet that the Headmaster gave to Harry for his fifth birthday. It was a gold bracelet with four different figure of animals attached to it, a lion, a snake, a badger and an eagle.

"Thanks," Harry said, taking the bracelet and putting it in his own pocket.

"You're one terrific flier earlier, by the way." Sirius said gleefully. His Godfather is one Quiditch crazed chap, played beater during his time at Hogwarts while their father played chaser.

"Thanks." Harry replied politely despite of being rather apathetic about the compliment in truth. "But, I'll have you know that I'm not fond of Quiditch"

Sirius gaped, making a perfect imitation of a fish. "Moony!" Remus' head shot up. "Are you hearing this? He's not fond of Quiditch, not fond, he can't be serious, - no wait I'm Sirius-,"

Remus shook his head. "Padfoot," the man said, laughing "you can't expect everyone to enjoy Quiditch"

"B-b-but he's a great flier! Him and Lars, how can you not be fond of Quiditch!?" Sirius said frantically with another emphasis on the word 'fond'. Sirius paused for a moment "Speaking of flying where'd you get that broom?"

"His friend invented it, wicked right?" Lars answered and Harry just nodded in confirmation."I would like to meet your friend Harry." Sirius said excitingly.

"More like you want to meet his brooms Pads." Remus quipped.

"Not now Moony, you're revealing my intentions." Sirius replied with a wink.

"He's not available right now." Harry informed them. "He's in America."

"Damn." Sirius muttered quietly.

"So where were you all these time?" Sirius asked him. "We were looking for you, never stopped, kept tracks if someone saw you, even your Hogwarts letter but you were no longer registered, and all those things."

"Sorry for that inconvenience then," Harry said sheepishly though judging from the faces of the three people in front of him, it probably sounded rather sarcastic.

"No, no Harry, it was never an inconvenience," Sirius said solemnly. "Never think that it was an inconvenience for us looking for you. Never ever think that kiddo."

"Thanks Uncle Sirius." Harry hugged his Godfather again, clearing his throat afterwards. "But I'm pretty sure my Father thought that it was a terrible inconvenience."

"Harry, I...I don't know what to say about James, I...we were arses during our schoolboy years...of course you know that, but...but not once, not once have I imagined that James would do what he did to you, I'm sorry," Harry frowned slightly, "that I wasn't able to do more."

Harry shrugged. "Don't worry about it, what's important back then was that you, Uncle Remus and Lars showed me that I'm welcome even when my Father didn't." Sirius smiled then tousled Harry's hair.

"Don't do that Uncle." he warned a bit seriously. "I've placed quite an amount of hair wax just so my hair wouldn't be messy." Lars laughed at him and he scowled.

"Well boys, we just came to check up on you, we gotta go talk to the Dumbles. Harry, write to us alright?" Harry nodded then the two men left and shortly thereafter the mediwitch already allowed Lars to leave seeing as he doesn't have any injuries besides some small bruises.

"I swear I'm going to poke your eyes out if you don't stop staring!" Harry snapped his book shut for an emphasis that he was annoyed at them, Lars and Weasley, for staring. "What are you two staring at?"

"Your glasses." Lars responded before asking, "How'd you charm it?" So that's what the stares are all about, his glasses, the glasses that he only uses for reading, when he can't see clearly, and earlier during the Quiditch game.

"Yeah, how'd you charm it to change colour, it was dark earlier when you're playing Quiditch." Weasley said.

Harry put his book down. "I did not charm it." he said to them, all the while thinking if these wizards think that everything needs magic to work. "It's a simple muggle spectacles."

"Muggles can do magic?" The red-head blurted out.

"No you twit," Harry sneered at Weasley's stupidity. "Muggles do tricks, not magic. And my spectacles are not even made by magic."

"So how..." before Lars could complete his question 'know-it-all' Granger's voice spoke from behind him saying "The lenses of his spectacles are made from photochromic glass." Harry nearly jumped again, as he usually does when someone suddenly speaks from behind him.

"A photochro-wut-wut?" Lars asked, baffled. 'Know-it-all' Granger, being the know-it-all that she is, explained what a photochromic lens is from its history, what other items it can be made of and even its advantage and disadvantage. Harry doubt that the two even understand what most of Granger said, other than the lenses change when placed under different frequencies of light.

"Wicked!" exclaimed Lars before announcing "I'm gonna get one of those."

"You do that," Harry said absentmindedly as he stood up and bade good-bye to them before leaving, heading to the common room where, hopefully, there should be some peace and quiet.

Apparently not.

When he arrived the whole common room's nearly a mess that Professor Snape would have a fit should he ever find it in such a state. The Slytherin team is celebrating their first victory of that year, due to Harry catching the snitch swiftly, lasted only for not more than half an hour.

"Hey kid, brilliant game!" Marcus yelled. The others turned to him and congratulated him further then after the congratulations. He made his way hastily to the bedroom before he gets involved in any more unending talks about Quiditch.

"Oh hey Harry!" Theo greeted as soon as he stepped inside the room "You joined the party?" Harry gave his friend an 'are you an idiot?' look. "Yeah, stupid question you don't do parties."

"You don't say," Harry said sarcastically then dropped on his bed and read a book.

"Your brother is one trouble magnet Harry." Theo commented while the two of them were lounging inside their bedroom.

"Don't I know it." Harry muttered, snapping his book shut. "Apparently anywhere he goes, someone wants to get him killed." He sat up and looked at Theo. "Someone was jinxing his broom, Theodore, though I don't know who."

"I know for sure that it wasn't me." joked Theo, chuckling lightly.

Harry knows of Theo's fondness and adeptness in observing things, and obsession with Sherlock Holmes, so he decided to give it a shot and asked his friend's side of the events. "Who was staring straight at Lars, not blinking at all?" Hopefully Theo noticed something of use.

"Well everyone is staring at him," Theo said in matter-of-fact tone, "but there were two who maintained eye contact with him, one was muttering something and one was just...well staring without blinking."

"And who were those two?"

"Professor Snape and Quirrell." Theo informed him that Professor Snape was the one muttering something while Quirrell was just staring.

Harry hummed. "Supposing that one of the two is jinxing Lars, who's your guess?"

"Quirrell," Theo immediately answered, "That bloke just creeps the hell out of me, there's just something wrong about him and his stutter, like, like he was faking it, just like when he fainted, or I should say feigned his fainting during Halloween."

"How do you know he faked that faint?" Harry did not notice anything out of the ordinary when Quirrell fainted during Halloween. As far as he's concerned he wouldn't want to or even dare fake a faint.

"When people faint, they fall face front onto the floor not sideways, before he even lie flat on the ground he tilted his face to prevent his face from smacking on the ground and his eye doesn't twitch, I mean most people that I saw before has an eye twitch while stuttering and for someone who appears to be very nervous he rarely, I mean rarely blinks."

"I see, unfortunately we can't prove any of those, even if we can it'll be hard." Harry said. "But if it's any consolation, I do think your opinion has merit."

"Just merit?" inquired Theo. "My opinion is bloody brilliant!" Harry rolled his eyes. But he has to admit, Theo's idea is close to brilliant.

"Hey by the way, did you notice that Professor Snape was limping since the troll incident?

"I did." he responded. The potions master was limping after the troll incident. It was evidently painful, Harry knows for sure even if the only sign that the professor is in pain was the limp.

"Maybe the Cerberus bit him." Theo suggested quickly before his face split into what Harry could tell as an excited, child-like grin. "Oh Merlin's arse, what if he was trying to get pass through the dog last Halloween? What if, what they are in cahoots with each other!"

"Or what if Quirrell tried to get pass through the Cerberus, Professor Snape stops him, he gets bitten or maybe the other way around." Theo continued to rant on whilst Harry listened as his roommate reach one after another possible scenarios.

"The troll, maybe it's a diversion, Quirrell's diversion to get whatever is in that trapdoor. He goes to the forbidden corridor, Snape stops him, Snape gets bitten."

"And the trying to kill my brother part?" he inquired with raised eyebrow.

"Every dark wizard wants to get your brother's head," Theo pointed out "especially 'You-Know-Who's' followers...but..." Theo suddenly backtracked and Harry knew why. "Between the two of them only Professor Snape is connected with the Dark Lord."

"The Headmaster vouched for him, remember?" he says to Theo, having the chap remember that Professor Dumbledore, for some unfathomable reason, vouched for the potions master's innocence. "I'm not quite a fan that the Headmaster is too trusting for his own good, but still he is a good judge of character."

"Well, we don't know anything about Quirrell that we can connect to the Dark Lord. Squirrel Quirrell is a Ravenclaw, was a muggle studies Professor before becoming the Defence teacher, so clearly he doesn't dislike muggles and muggleborns and half-bloods...but I still say it's Quirrell!"

"Professor Snape doesn't dislike those three either." he pointed out. "Where was Quirrell before he came back as a Defence teacher?"

Theo shrugged. "Search me. They said he travelled for a sabbatical, I don't know, but the others did say that he wasn't a stuttering idiot before."

"You don't know where?"

"I think it was in Al-abama? No...wait, that's right, Albania, the older years said he went to Albania, met a vampire, then has been wearing a garlic filled turban and stuttering scared ever since."

"Maybe he met the Dark Lord in Albania," Theo mused out loud, "then the said Dark Lord killed the real Quirrell, and now the Quirrell here is the Dark Lord, you know just like in those muggle...ehm...things...where they kill the real one then pretend to be them." Harry has clearly no idea what is the extent of Theo's knowledge about the muggle world.

"Yes a bit ludicrous I know," Theo said sheepishly before cheerfully adding, "but hey, the great Sherlock Holmes did say, when you have eliminated the impossible, - " Harry finished for him "whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

"Exactly!" Theo beamed. "But still a bit farfetched, I mean Du-" Theo stopped, "Professor Dumbeldore would have sensed it if Squirell Quirell is actually the Dark Lord."

Harry pondered on the thought for a moment before the fact that it's very rare that the Headmaster doesn't know anything. "Who knows, maybe he does already."

"Yeah...so we just sit here and relax and find out what's inside that trapdoor."

"Hang up, hang up," Harry reproached. "Whoever said anything about knowing what's inside the trapdoor?"

"Well whoever tried to kill your brother is certainly the one after what's inside that trapdoor, whoever used the troll as a diversion must have been angry at the Golden Trio, specifically Lawrence, for stopping it."