The Quidditch pitch was alive with energy as the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams faced off on a picture-perfect, sunny afternoon. The crowd was a sea of roaring spectators, their excitement filling the air. In the stands, James Potter was a bundle of nerves and pride. He wore a unique Quidditch jersey split down the middle, one side emblazoned with Gryffindor colors, and the other with Slytherin's. It was a symbol of his unwavering support for both his children. Remus and Sirius, were by his side, adding their own flavor of humor to the event.

"Go, Gryffindor! Go, Slytherin! Show 'em what it means to be a Potter!" James screamed with an exuberant grin, bouncing on his feet in the stands

Sirius, always ready with a witty remark, couldn't resist teasing his best friend. "Are you sure you can handle cheering for both sides, Prongs?"

Remus chimed in with a chuckle, "Well, it's a Potter-Potter showdown, after all. Anything's possible!"

Down on the pitch, the Slytherin Chasers, Mia, Theo, and Mattheo, soared through the sky with skill and precision. They were aware of the tough competition Gryffindor presented, and they knew they had to be at the top of their game

"Stay focused, guys! Harry won't go easy on us just because we're family," Hermione shouted over the buzzing wind as she guided her broom.

Theo nodded, a sly smirk on his face. "Right you are, Star. Let's show them what Slytherin is made of!"

On the opposite side of the pitch, Jace guarded the Gryffindor hoops with unwavering determination. His broom skills were impeccable, and he was determined to keep the Slytherin Chasers at bay.

"Keep an eye on Potter and Nott; they're quick on their brooms! We can't let them through!" Jace shouted to the Weasley twins, who were Gryffindor's fellow Chasers.

Meanwhile, in the race for the Golden Snitch, Harry and Draco, Seekers for Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively, zipped through the air, their eyes scanning for that elusive little ball. The two friends-turned-rivals were locked in a fierce competition, each trying to outmaneuver the other to claim victory.

"Keep them distracted, Gryffindor! I've got a feeling that Snitch is close!" Harry exclaimed, his emerald eyes searching the skies.

Draco, on the tail of his best friend, taunted with a grin, "You can't hide, Potter! That Snitch is as good as mine!"

The match roared on, with Chasers from both teams darting, dodging, and scoring goals, and Keepers making incredible saves. Slytherin managed to secure a slight lead thanks to the brilliant teamwork between Mia, Theo, and Mattheo. Gryffindor, however, fought valiantly to catch up, refusing to give in.

Hermione, focused and determined, led her team through the air, her voice carrying over the wind. "Slytherin pride, guys! Let's keep this lead."

The Slytherin supporters erupted into cheers, with James Potter clapping enthusiastically for both teams. Sirius and Remus continued their playful banter, adding their unique flair to the proceedings.

"That's my girl! And that's my boy!" James clapped, his voice filled with pride.

"I don't know who to root for, but I'll cheer for any Quidditch match that keeps me entertained like this!" Sirius laughed heartily.

"Slytherin might just have this in the bag, Pads. Maybe you should've worn a Slytherin jersey today," Remus quipped as he watched his goddaughter, Mia, score yet again.

As the match reached its thrilling conclusion, Harry spotted the Golden Snitch, a glint of gold in the distance. Draco was hot on his tail, both Seekers giving their all. With a final, daring dive, they reached for the Snitch...

"Got it!" Draco screamed triumphantly, clutching the Golden Snitch in his hand.

The Slytherin supporters went wild, celebrating their victory with unrestrained joy. The Gryffindor fans acknowledged the brilliance of the Snitch capture with respect, giving a round of applause.

James couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He jumped to his feet, tears of pride in his eyes, and ran down from the stands, shouting, "My kids did it!" He hugged Hermione tightly, whispering how proud he was of her, and then patted Harry on the back. "Well done, Harry."

"What the fuck are you wearing, Dad?" Mia asked, eyeing his jersey.

"Language, young lady," James chided her softly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "And this magnificent jersey was made for me by your mother."

Sirius, making his way towards his godson, chimed in, "It was a magnificent match, Hazz. You played brilliantly."

Harry, however, was clearly disappointed. "But we haven't won," he said, his tone reflecting his sadness.

James ruffled his son's hair affectionately. "It was a super exciting game. It was wonderful to see you both play."

Mia leaned in closer to her brother and spoke softly, "It was your first game, Hazz. Nerves are normal."

Harry sighed, his gaze locked on his father. "I expected to win. I wanted you to be proud of me."

Kneeling down to his son's height, James embraced him tightly. "I'm very proud of you. You're one of the best Seekers I've ever seen play, and you're my son."

Remus, noticing the excitement and emotion in the air, commented, "I think this was the first time I've heard the name Potter shouted with such excitement since you graduated, Prongs."

James beamed with pride, his arms still wrapped around his children. "What can I say? My children are wonderful Quidditch players."

Sirius had a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think you should start selling the jersey you're wearing," he said, laughing.

James chuckled, then turned to Remus. "Moons, take a photo of us. I promised Lily that I would take a photo with them."

Remus accepted the muggle camera and snapped a photo of James with his children. Not wanting to be left out, Sirius leaped into the picture, his laughter evident. Another flash went off.

Mia, catching sight of Jace, called him over. "JayJay, can you take a photo of all of us?"

Jace smiled and agreed, "Of course, princess."

James, who overheard the nickname, widened his eyes. Who was this boy and why was he calling his principessa , 'princess'. Remus had a knowing smile, and Sirius couldn't help but raise an eyebrow intrigued.

"Take the camera, Jace," Remus said, laughing.

As Jace prepared to take the photo, he instructed everyone, "Everybody big smiles."

"Thank you very much," Mia said, looking at Jace.

"It was a great game," Jace smiled.

"You literally bit the dust," Mia playfully teased him about a fall he took during the game.

"Don't laugh, princess," Jace protested, pouting. "It's not funny."

"Excuse me, who are you?" James asked Jace, his expression stern.

"Mr. Potter, I…" Jace replied, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"Dad, stop it, you're scaring him," Mia intervened, gently hitting her father. "This is Jace, he's a friend."

James, still slightly suspicious, pressed on. "Just a friend? Nothing more?"

Jace, turning red with embarrassment, stammered, "I... We just... your daughter and I..."

Mia clarified with a roll of her eyes, "Dad, we're just friends. Stop scaring him, or I'll tell mom."

"I've heard that there are certain bets about your boyfriends." James said, crossing his arms "Just so you know, I'm not happy about it. Where is the other one? Mattheo?"

Mia clarified the situation with her father, "First of all, I don't have a boyfriend. Secondly, if I had a boyfriend, you'd be the last to know. Thirdly, you already know Matt. Mom likes him. You like him"

James was clearly offended. "Why would I be the last to find out?"

Mia pointed out the obvious, "You and Uncle Pads would be the last to know because you are incapable of keeping a secret and you'd be very dramatic about the whole thing."

Sirius feigned hurt feelings, placing a hand over his heart. "That's not true. We can keep a secret."

Remus agreed with Mia, stating, "Mia is right. You are both incapable of keeping a secret."

Theodore Nott prided himself on being a Slytherin, not a hot-headed Gryffindor. He was known for keeping his emotions in check and not letting anger overwhelm him. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but curse himself for not realizing something sooner.

After muttering the password, Theo entered the Slytherin common room, his eyes scanning the room for Mia. He needed to talk to her, maybe even convince her to snuggle with him for a while. But she was nowhere to be found. Asking some Slytherins in the common room, he learned that Mia was at the Black Lake with Mattheo.

Theo was not oblivious. He had seen the signs, particularly that Mattheo seemed to be interested in Mia lately. Mattheo was more attentive, more affectionate. And to add to the complexity, he noticed that Jace also seemed to have an interest in Mia. Theo couldn't help but observe Jace's expressions as he alternated between smiling at Mia and glaring at Mattheo.

Mia and Adhara had become two of the most desired girls in Slytherin, and perhaps in all of Hogwarts. Boys had started to notice their beauty, and with the opportunity to visit Hogsmeade this year, many had attempted to ask them out on dates.

Approaching the Black Lake, Theo saw Mia and Mattheo lying down, Mattheo practically on top of her as they spoke in hushed tones.

Theo greeted them with a simple, "Hello," as he sat down next to Mia.

Mattheo and Mia quickly sat up, their expressions surprised. Mattheo commented with a playful tone, "Oh my god, he has that face."

"What are you saying?" Theo asked, genuinely puzzled.

Mattheo added, "See you later, Angel," then gave Mia a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

Mia smiled and turned her attention to Theo. She analyzed him for a moment and then opened her arms, silently inviting him to snuggle in.

They lay in comfortable silence for a few moments before Mia whispered, "What's wrong, Teddy?"

Theo spoke, expressing his vulnerability. "When were you going to tell me that Addie was dating fucking Cedric Diggory?"

Mia's voice was empathetic as she replied, "I didn't know they were officially dating. I did know they had gone on a couple of dates. I'm sorry, Teddy."

Theo's eyes held a hint of sadness as he asked, "Is it so obvious?"

"Even Matty has noticed," Mia said softly. "You make a sad face every time you see Addie."

Theo sighed, his voice full of regret. "I wish I could be more open with my feelings. Maybe, if I knew how to manage my emotions better, Addie..."

Mia assured him, "Hey, Addie and I know that it's hard for you to talk about your feelings. We're never going to force you to speak about them, although it's already a step that you've recognized that you like her."

Theo's hopeful gaze met Mia's, and he asked, "Do you think I have a chance with her?"

Mia's smile was encouraging as she replied, "We're fourteen years old, Teddy. We're still young. Things can change."

Theo opened up further, admitting, "I think she's it for me. You and Addie are the only people who really know me."

Mia couldn't resist teasing her longtime friend, "Are you saying you like me, Teddy?"

He chuckled, "You're like my sister. Although you're pretty, you and I are just platonic."

Mia laughed, playing along, "Fuck it, I was excited to be the future princess of Hell. You're ruining my fun, Teddy."

Theo's playful side emerged as he said, "I'm not the only one who has a demonic parent. May I remind you that Matt's father is Sammael? Or have you already forgotten?"

Mia blushed, trying to hide her surprise, and replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Theo, enjoying her reaction, pointed out, "Yes, you do. And besides, that's not your Quidditch jersey."

Mia looked puzzled, "How do you know?"

Theo snorted in amusement. "Please, I'm not stupid. That Quidditch jersey belongs to Matt."

Mia defended herself, "It's comfortable, and I like oversized clothes."

Theo probed further, "Do you like Matt?"

Mia was hesitant as she replied, "I don't know. I just know that this year he's very handsome, and the Quidditch uniform looks great on him."

Theo was intrigued. "Do you like another person?"

Mia questioned, "You mean Jace?"

Theo nodded, asking carefully, "Do you like him?"

Mia affirmed, "Jace is handsome too, but I only see him as a friend."

Theo pressed further, pointing out, "Matt is also your friend. Who has the best chance?"

Mia, in good spirits, answered, "The one who asked me on a date first."

Adhara Malfoy was deeply and hopelessly in love, and the object of her affection was none other than the charming and dashing Cedric Diggory. She couldn't help but be drawn to his brown hair, those striking gray eyes, and the easy confidence with which he carried himself. The mere thought of him sent a rush of warmth through her veins.

What made her infatuation all the more irresistible was the way Cedric looked at her, as if she were the only person in the room, the center of his universe. He treated her with a tenderness that made her heart flutter. Adhara couldn't deny the exhilaration that came with being the recipient of such devoted attention.

Cedric Diggory possessed a unique blend of qualities that Adhara found utterly enchanting. He was not only handsome but also possessed a delightful sense of humor. He had an attentive nature, always showing concern for her well-being. He was genuinely kind, not just to her but to everyone he interacted with.

It was in their second year at Hogwarts when Adhara had her first significant encounter with Cedric. The accidental collision in the library had sent her books sprawling to the floor, and in that moment, their fates seemed to intertwine. As she bent to retrieve her scattered books, Cedric had appeared out of nowhere and, with a lopsided smile, extended a helping hand. That simple act of kindness had sparked something within her.

From that point on, Adhara's world seemed to revolve around Cedric. She began to strategically plan her movements between classes and in the Great Hall, hoping to catch glimpses of him. Adhara, as a Malfoy, wasn't one to back down from a little competition, and she was well aware of the throngs of admirers that sought Cedric's attention. But she was determined to stand out, to be the one he couldn't resist.

The turning point came when Adhara mustered the courage to approach Cedric one sunny afternoon. He was practicing alone on the Quidditch pitch, honing his skills as a Hufflepuff Seeker. She had swallowed her nerves and made her move. With a confident stride, Adhara had interrupted his practice, capturing his attention. It was then that she boldly asked him for a date. Cedric, with that same disarming smile, had accepted her proposal. His laughter rang out, filling the air, and the rest, as they say, was history.

"What's wrong with Nott?" Cedric finally asked, unable to hold back his curiosity.

"Teddy?" Adhara inquired, surprised by the sudden question.

Cedric elaborated, "He looks at us strangely, or rather, he looks at me strangely every time he sees us together."

Adhara couldn't help but smile at the inquiry. "Teddy has always been like that. He's not usually the social butterfly. Don't worry about him."

Cedric, though reassured by her words, still couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He had heard of the notorious Four Horsemen and their penchant for mischief around Hogwarts. Admiring their pranks, he knew that crossing paths with them meant potential danger.

Throughout their time at Hogwarts, it was common knowledge that Mia and Adhara were usually seen with one of the three boys—Theo, Jace, or Mattheo. The boys had a reputation for being fiercely protective of the girls.

When Adhara had asked him out on a date, he had been taken aback. He had assumed that Adhara was involved with Theodore Nott. Yet, here they were, holding hands and dating openly. The complexity of Adhara's personality had intrigued him from the beginning. While Mia was more outgoing and sociable, Adhara was more reserved and enigmatic.

Cedric couldn't let the issue rest. "I think he doesn't like me," he said, with a furrowed brow.

Adhara shrugged, offering an explanation. "Teddy only likes Mia, Matt, and me. It's nothing personal."

Cedric wasn't entirely satisfied with that answer. He suspected there was more to it. "I think there's something else," he insisted, his concern evident.

Adhara, with a hint of exasperation, requested, "Can we stop talking about Teddy, please?"

"Of course," Cedric agreed, a warm smile forming on his lips. He leaned in to give his girlfriend a brief, affectionate kiss. The topic was set aside for now, and they continued their walk, hand in hand, basking in each other's company.

Jace was leaving the Gryffindor locker room, his thoughts consumed by the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin, when he spotted Mattheo Riddle sitting alone on the stands, quietly smoking. The vast stadium was empty, and the fading twilight created an eerie atmosphere.

Jace approached Mattheo with curiosity but a hint of caution. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a mixture of irritation and suspicion.

Mattheo extinguished his cigarette and regarded Jace with an intense look. "I've come to ask you something," he said, his voice dripping with seriousness.

Jace arched an eyebrow. "And what is it that you want?" he inquired, his guard up.

"Stay away from Mia," Mattheo stated bluntly, not mincing his words. He gazed at Jace with a steely resolve.

Jace's eyes flashed with defiance. "You can't tell me what to do."

A sly grin tugged at Mattheo's lips as he leaned in slightly. "I'm going to ask Mia on a date, and I'd prefer it if you didn't interfere."

Jace's expression darkened. "I like Mia too. She and I have been talking, and I can tell she's interested in me."

Mattheo scoffed, his arrogance on full display. "Don't make me laugh. You're the guy who used to torment her when we were kids, and you only started getting along with her because of Addie and Teddy."

"Mia and I are friends," Jace insisted, his voice dripping with conceit.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his face. "And you're going to remain just friends because, mark my words, Hermione Potter is going to be my girlfriend before the end of this school year."

Jace shot back, his tone biting, "And does Mia know? Does she know how possessive you are?"

Mattheo leaned in closer, his voice low and threatening. "She's wearing my Quidditch jersey with my last name on it, and I don't see her complaining."

Before Jace could formulate a response, Mia appeared out of nowhere, catching them off guard. She looked at them with a surprised expression and inquired, "Guys, what are you doing here? It's time for dinner, and we've been waiting for you."

Mattheo, smoothed things over with a gentle tone. "We were just talking, Angel,"

Mia smiled, seemingly unaware of the brewing rivalry. "Well, stop talking, because I'm hungry, and I want dinner," she quipped, tugging Mattheo's arm.

Mattheo laughed and stood up, ready to follow Mia to the feast. However, Jace couldn't help but notice that Mia was indeed wearing Mattheo's Quidditch jersey.

Mia turned to Jace, her head cocked to the side. "Aren't you coming, JayJay?" she asked, her smile warm and inviting.

"I... yes, of course," Jace replied, his smile tight.