Saturday the 7th of November 1992 had the occupants of Hogwarts waking to a dark sky hosting what looked like one massive rain cloud stretching over the castle. Heavy wind howled through the towers and battered the windows, however, by Magics grace it wasn't raining.. Yet. But even the bad weather with the threat of rain couldn't dampen the students spirits. The Quidditch season had officially started at Hogwarts, there had been a massive debate over if the season would even happen due to recent events. Madam Amelia Bones had wanted to cancel it, worried that, that many students in one place would be tempting for the attacker, but she had been worn down by Dumbledore's shouting about how it was his school, and the persuasion of Lucius and Tom saying it would bring morale up. She had finally agreed but demanded to have Aurors patrol the event and keep an eye on everything. The first Quidditch match of the year always took place the first Saturday of November between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The hostility of the two Houses was always thick in the atmosphere, but The Quidditch and House Cups made the tension outright volatile. Before breakfast was served four Gryffindors and three Slytherins were sent to the Hospital Wing and subsequently given detention. Thankfully none belonged to the Quidditch teams, and therefore missing the match and gaining the ire of their Captains.

Harry was eating breakfast with his team at the Slytherin table between Draco and Marcus, opposite Adrian, Graham and Miles. Blaise and Theo sat on Draco's other side, Cassius laughing next to Marcus, Kalyn and Michaela sitting side by side next to Adrian. Muriel next to Kalyn with Imogen opposite them, beside Draco, the four girls giggling wildly. Lastly Kevin was beside his older brother Miles. Even the reserves were required to be in their emerald-green and silver uniform, being prepared was key to winning. Quidditch was a dangerous game without taking into account the bad weather and hostility between the two Houses. Harry looked over at the Gryffindor team and smirked when he saw Fred and George sleeping on each other's shoulders. Oliver Wood was talking nonstop, lecturing the team sharply, Harry couldn't help but be grateful Marcus wasn't a talker. His eyes drifted over the team before he felt them widen in shock as he finally noticed who was sitting between Oliver and one of the chasers, Angelina Johnson, if he remembered correctly. Henry Potter was looking smug in his new scarlet red and gold Quidditch uniform. Harry felt his jaw drop, mid chew, in horrified surprise.

"Fucking Merlin Harry, close your mouth. No-one needs to see that shit." Adrian sneered as he pushed his oatmeal bowl to the side.

"Watch your mouth." Imogen scolded him, her lip curled in distaste.

"Oh, Imogen, I would much rather watch yours. Around my bell-end." Adrian responded wiggling his eyebrows in a way he thought would be seductively.

"Ew" Was her only retort before turning back to the other girls while rolling her eyes.

"Harry?" Marcus grunted confused when he noticed that Harry hadn't responded Adrian's crass ribbing and flirting, but was in fact still sitting mouth agape.

The entire team turned at Marcus' grunt only to see Harry wordlessly raising his hand to point to the Gryffindor table. Following his line of sight and finger the rest of the team found themselves in similar shock at the sight of Henry Potter arrogantly and smugly showing off his uniform. Unfortunately for Adrian, Graham and Miles, they had been eating, but now were beating their chests with closed fists as they coughed harshly from choking in surprise on their breakfast.

"I knew they were desperate for a seeker but I didn't think that even Wood would sink that low." Draco sneered scornfully.

"He wouldn't" Marcus said looking completely flummoxed, staring at the rival Captain studiously.

"That team is Wood's life. He trains them hard almost obsessively. Getting the cup means more to him than passing his O. did and I'm sure his N.E. next year too."

"And you know this how?" Miles asked with a raised brow. Marcus sent him a look that clearly asked 'are you stupid?'

"The Gryffindor team is the only team that has really made a challenge for us. I know everything important about every team member. From their strategies to how much each member relies on each match. Wood wants to play professionally, and desperate players are more dangerous than planned methodical ones. Wood is both." Marcus explained scornfully. Loud laughter from the Gryffindor table pulled them out of interrogating Marcus further. Weasley had joined Potter at the table, loudly congratulating his best mate. Finnegan was rumoured to still be in the Hospital Wing, refusing to leave a petrified Thomas.

Harry snorted when he saw Fred and George covering each other's ears while glaring at their brother and Potter. Even Wood seemed to tense as he stopped talking as he couldn't be heard over the noise of the two boys. Harry chanced a glance at the Head Table, James, Lily and Dumbledore all looked inordinately pleased with themselves as they looked down at a bragging Henry Potter. Although on closer inspection Harry felt shock run through him as he noticed James Potter's brown eyes were dulled and slightly glazed. He narrowed his eyes, he would get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding James Potter. If he had been wrong all this time and the man was just a pawn then he would free him, he wouldn't leave his family but he wouldn't leave James Potter with the Light if he was innocent and being used. Harry was startled when Marcus stood up demanding the team to be at the Slytherin locker room in ten minutes. It was almost eleven. Grinning Harry scoffed the last few mouthfuls of breakfast before following his Captain. The mystery would have to wait until Gryffindor had been crushed on the field.

Hermione felt herself grinning stupidly as she shoved her way through the mob of students making their way to the pitch. She laughed as Pansy outright shoved a Hufflepuff from their year group to the ground, the dark-haired girl's face contorted in disgust as the boy cried out in pain. Luna humming along with the music her friends magic was singing, stood on the boy's hand creating a loud crunch as something broke, before continuing on to try to find the best seats. Hermione glared down at the whimpering blonde mess at her feet before a dangerous smirk graced her features, with a wave of her wand she wordlessly hexed him.

"What did you do?" He blubbered.

"You will find out later." Hermione waved off handedly.

"But I will find you again Smith." She swore menacingly, laughing as he flinched. Zacharias Smith had been the target of their wrath after they all heard him insulting Luna over her 'imaginary' creatures, it had only been a week and the boy now shuddered and ran in fear when he saw them. Smirking Hermione followed her friends to the front row of the bleachers, Quidditch had never been an interest of hers, preferring books over the violent sport that boys seemed to love. Despite that she had always supported Harry, he was her twin and it's what siblings did; but it was different now, her soulmate was playing. Knowing he would be on the field hitting bludgers and diving among the other players, it had her excited for the game in a way she had never experience. Although her soulmate playing Quidditch also had its drawbacks, she could feel anxiety underneath the excitement, the worry she felt for Harry being on the pitch was nothing to the worry of her Theo being hurt. She couldn't imagine how Fred and Harry felt playing against each other, knowing their own team would try to hurt the other in the hopes of winning.

"WELCOME TO THE FIRST MATCH OF THE SEASON!" Hermione was pulled out of her musing as Lee Jordan yelled through the magically enhanced megaphone.

TODAY WE WATCH AS GRYFFINDOR GOES AGAINST SLYTHERIN!" the stands of students erupted into cheering.

"HERE IS THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM! LED BY THEIR CAPTAIN OLIVER WOOD!" Wood flew out on his broom followed by his teammates, each appearing as their names were shouted.

"WEASLEY AND WEASLEY! JOHNSON, SPINNET AND BELL! POTTER!" Hermione, Luna, Daphne and Pansy all cheered for Fred and George gaining confused looks from Slytherins who were not privy to the relationship between Harry and Fred. They chuckled when Lee had managed to sound disappointed when announcing boy wonders name before booing loudly with the rest of their house as he flew out on a new Nimbus 2001. The Slytherins were surprised when many Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs joined the booing, apparently no one was impressed with the way he used his fame to get what he wanted.

"AND THE SLYTHERIN TEAM LED BY CAPTAIN MARCUS FLINT!" Lee shouted, the Slytherin's as one raised together and started screaming and stomping their feet, drowning out the boos from the Gryffindors.

"ZABINI AND NOTT! PUCEY AND MONTAGUE! BLETCHLEY! RIDDLE!" Hermione couldn't help herself cheering loudly for her soulmate and twin Brother. "BOTH TEAMS HAVE MADE CHANGES THIS YEAR! GRYFFINDOR NEEDING A NEW SEEKER SINCE THE BEST SEEKER THEY HAD, MAX JORDAN, SADLY GRADUATED."

"JORDAN!" collectively the school laughed as McGonagall scolded the teen before he could start regaling stories of the 'awesomeness' of his older brother. Her voice coming through the megaphone just as clearly despite not shouting.

"Stick to the important facts and the game."

"Yes Professor." He agreed before going back to commentating with exuberance.

BUT WILL WOOD REGRET THE DECISION TO GIVE THE POSITION TO SECOND YEAR HENRY POTTER? FLINT MADE A SIMILAR DECISION LAST YEAR WITH HARTFORD RIDDLE, BUT JUST BECAUSE IT PAID OFF FOR THE SLYTHERIN TEAM DOESN'T MEAN IT WILL FOR THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM! TODAY WILL BE THE DECIDING GAME PEOPLE!"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor." Jordan was quick to apologise and to return to his speech, much to Hermione's amusement.

"CAPTAIN MARCUS FLINT ALSO CHOSE TO GO YOUNG WITH HIS REPLACEMENT BEATERS. NOTT AND ZABINI ARE SECOND YEARS LIKE TEAMMATE RIDDLE. NEVER BEFORE HAS THE SLYTHERIN TEAM HAD THIS MANY PLAYERS FROM THE YOUNGER YEARS! THE TALENT MUST BE TRUE FOR FLINT TO TAKE THE RISKS!"

Lee Jordan stopped talking as Madam Rolanda Hooch walked to the middle of the pitch, standing between the two teams. Both Captains landed with grace and walked towards each other, stopping on either side of the Quidditch Referee.

"I want a nice clean game." She said sternly glaring mostly at the Slytherin Captain. Marcus just smirked cockily.

"Shake hands." She demanded.

"You're going down Flint." Wood promised as he held his hand out. His fierce expression getting darker as Flint just chuckled and shook his head while reaching out and engulfing his hand with his own.

"It's always you going down Wood, just accept your fate." Flint leered lewdly, his voice deep with suggestive undertones, causing the younger Captain blush wildly and pull his hand back roughly. Flint winked before jumping back on his broom and taking to the sky with the rest of his team. Wood shook his head and gained control of himself before doing the same. Hooch looked to both teams before kicking the wooden box at her feet. It opened quickly while releasing the Bludgers. The two identical jet black balls shot straight up into the air passing between the two teams before twisting around each other and taking off to the other sides of the pitch. Kicking the box again caused the Snitch's compartment to open and the tiny golden ball zipped out and circled the heads of the Seekers. Harry's eyes followed the ball keenly, snickering as Potter seemed shake head to the side trying to keep it in his sights. Hooch bent over to pick up the Quaffle, and held it cupped in her hands.

"LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" Lee Jordan screamed as Hooch launched the Quaffle up between the two teams and the Chasers all flew forwards, diving under and over each other in a race to grab the only immobile ball of the game. Harry flew up high his eyes searching for Snitch as he kept out of the Chasers way.

"SLYTHERIN HAS THE QUAFFLE!" Harry turned his broom to watch as Marcus dove under Angelina Johnson and did a swerve roll to avoid Katie Bell. The stands erupted into cheers of encouragement from the Slytherin's. A flash of red hair flew past him at full speed, Fred sent a smirk over his shoulder at his tiny soul mate as he smashed a Bludger towards Marcus. Causing the Captain to drop the Quaffle in order to grip his broom and fly to the side safely.

"FRED WEASLEY HITS THE BLUDGER WITH DEADLY ACCURACY MAKING FLINT DROP THE QUAFFLE!" The Gryffindor stands exploded into cheers.

"SPINNET GETS THE QUAFFLE AND FLIES TO SCORE! THE STUNNING CHASER ISN'T ONE I WOULD SAY NO TO A CHANCE TO SCOR.." the rest of his sentence was drowned out.

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall screeched.

"KEEP YOUR COMMENTATING APPROPRIATE FOR THE YOUNGER YEARS!" Harry was laughing gleefully, only to laugh harder when Fred glided past with an exaggerated wink. Although most second years and even third years were oblivious to Lee Jordan's meaning, Harry had grown up with his Uncles Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty. He, Hermione and their friends had heard far worse from the three over the years, much to their Mother's displeasure. Snickering Harry went back to watching the game whilst still keeping an eye out over the pitch for the Snitch.

"SPINNET GOES FOR THE GOAL!... AND BLETCHLEY SAVES IT!" Cheers and groans blended together from the crowd. Harry rolled his eyes as Miles did a victory flip stopping in front of the Slytherin bleachers, pretending to tip a top hat to a group of girls screaming for him, before swooping back to the goals to throw the Quaffle back into the game.

"PUCEY HAS THE QUAFFLE! HE PASSES TO FLINT! SPINNET AND JOHNSON ARE COMING IN BEHIND THE SLYTHERIN CAPTAIN! OH! AND FLINT BARREL ROLLS UNDER THEM! OUCH! SPINNET AND JOHNSON CRASH!" Everyone watched with their breath caught in their throats as the two fourth year girls fell towards to ground, only just pulling themselves out of the spiral in time. They waved off Madame Hooch and returned to the game, but the crash has still done damage. Spinnet favouring her right arm and Johnson flinching with every turn.

"FLINT PASSES TO MONTAGUE! MONTAGUE, FLINT AND PUCEY ARE FLYING IN PERFECT FORMATION! THEY MIGHT BE SLYTHERINS BUT THEY KNOW HOW TO FLY!" Harry laughed, the three Chasers were in the triangle formation they had been practising, the two on the sides keeping others from reaching the one with the Quaffle. Shaking his head he went back to searching for the Snitch. Potter was currently engrossed with the game, watching his teammates, giving Harry the advantage to find the golden ball first.

"FLINT ELBOWS JOHNSON IN THE SIDE! SUCH FORM OF BRUTALITY SHOULD BE ILLEGAL! FOUL!" Harry snickered at Lee's comments, marcus' move was not a foul but it was common for Lee to state as much. He turned back around as he heard the crowd screaming, only to see that Johnson had fallen from her broom and was on the ground. Madame Hooch swooping down to the fallen student.

"AND MONTAGUE SCORES RIGHT BEFORE THE WHISTLE TO PAUSE THE GAME IS BLOWN!" The Slytherins cheered in victory, sounding much like a stampede as they jumped up and down on the bleachers in a rare show of undignified and unrestrained behaviour. The entire school watched as Johnson was taken off the field on a floating stretcher by Madame Pomfrey who was talking to Wood, most likely explaining the injuries. The rest of the players floated in the air divided into their separate teams waiting for the whistle to resume the game.

"Slimy Slytherins shouldn't be allowed to play." Potter's whining voice reach Harry's ears sounding much like when Peeves scratched his nails down Mcgonagall's chalkboard.

"The whole lot of them should be expelled and sent to Azkaban to rot, away from decent folk."

"Oh shut up Potter." "It's a Quidditch match." "People always get hurt." Fred and George spoke disdainfully, even though they were worried about their friend, such contact was not a foul and happened commonly in professional matches.

"When did you two become traitors?!" Potter demanded.

"Traitors? For knowing the rules of Quidditch?" Oliver scoffed as he returned to his team.

"I hate Slytherin's tactics as much as anyone, but that was not something anyone should be condemned to Azkaban for. That place is were your worst nightmares become life, wishing a student to be sent there because of something that happens in normal Quidditch matches is disgusting. I didn't have a choice about you being placed on the team, but I will make sure you are removed if I hear talk like that again"

"You can't do that!" Potter sneered.

"I am the best player this school has and Dumbledore himself awarded me this position."

"Potter is getting more and more arrogant. Here's hoping the hot air inflates his head so much it explodes" Draco sneered.

"He needs to be taken down a wand." Marcus spat.

"So, let's make him dance." Harry suggested viciously.

"What are you thinking?" Marcus asked as he recognized the glint in the second years eyes. Harry had an idea.

"Blaise and Theo."

"Oh, We've got this." The boys chorused, smirking manically as they swung their bats around lazily.

The whistle went off and the Quaffle was once again released as the players shot back to the high skies.

The brutal game resumed, Slytherin playing dirtier and dirtier tricks to get and keep the Quaffle. While Blaise and Theo were smacking the Bludgers towards Potter every chance they got. Making the second year dodge and roll constantly, limiting his time searching for the Snitch. Harry spun as he saw something shine past his eyes, he went to dive only to spot a golden ray of light peeking through the dark clouds, the weather was turning around.

"SLYTHERIN SCORES AGAIN! 60 TO 10!" Harry cheered with his team and House as they continued to pull ahead. He was flying close to goals watching Draco deflect yet another throw from Bell, a third year Gryffindor, when Potter zoomed past him trying to avoid a perfectly hit Bludger from Blaise who was hooting loudly. Suddenly he swerved sharply, almost bowling into Draco as Theo hit the second Bludger towards him from the side.

"Training for the ballet Potter?" Draco laughed scornfully. Harry laughed gleefully as Potter tried to flip Draco off but ended up having to dive to avoid yet another Bludger. But before he could join Draco in the teasing a streak of gold caught his eye from behind Blaise, and in flash he was flat against his broom and hurtling past a startled Potter who was trying to right himself.

"AND RIDDLE HAS SEEN THE SNITCH!" Lee screamed, as one the entire crowd leant forward to watch in anticipation. Harry felt the adrenaline rush through his body like wind around him, almost nothing beat the feeling of flying high, totally in control. The broom responding to the smallest of twitches from his hand, he grinned widely and openly as he followed the Snitch into a dangerous spiral, hurtling towards the ground. With the wind roaring in his ears he couldn't hear Slytherin chanting his name and Gryffindor chanting, some reluctantly, Potters, he couldn't see how the entire game had stopped to watch him, and how Potter was on his tail, hate and anger across his face. What he did hear was a snapping and loud scream from right behind him, determined to win he ignored the urge to look as he raced on.

"GRYFFINDOR SEEKER HAS TAKEN A HIT FROM A BLUDGER HIT BY BEATERS ZABINI AND NOTT WORKING TOGETHER! SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!" Harry barely heard Lee's commentary, it was less than three seconds later when he felt his fingers closing around the fluttering Snitch. Slytherin erupted into screams and thumping as Harry landed on the grass holding his hand up with the Snitch, a wide grin stretched across his lips. Before he knew it he was wrapped around from every angle in the arms of his teammates, each one yelling and jumping in victory.

"SLYTHERIN WINS 210 TO 10!" Lee shouts.

"GRYFFINDORS SEEKER LOOKS TO HAVE PASSED OUT AFTER THAT BRUTAL AND ACCURATE HIT!" The Slytherin team stopped to turn and see for themselves that Potter had indeed passed out on the pitch, his arm laying at an unnatural angle.

"What happened?" Harry asked his voice filled with mirth.

"It was spectacular!" Marcus crowed as he threw his bulky arms around Blaise and Theo causing the smaller boys to jostle.

"The Bludger was going in the wrong direction to you and Potter, there was no way any Beater could have made the Bludger hit Potter with the force they wanted. So bloody Theo, he screams at Blaise and hits it diagonally towards to him, with it gaining speed Blaise was able to hit diagonally again and smacks Potter right in the fucking elbow!" Marcus was practically dancing in exuberance.

"It was the most fucking fantastic thing I have ever fucking seen!" Marcus rambled on, sighing happily, his eyes dazed.

"FLINT! Language."

"Yes Professor." Marcus' hulking form shrank under Severus' glare.

"Should I remind you of who Riddle's Mother is and her rule of swearing in front of him?" Marcus shuddered. Aunt Cassi was as bad as his own Mother with that rule, both knew punishment spells that would make the fiercest Death Eaters quake.

"Noo.. not you.." they heard Potter stutter as he awoke. The Slytherin team followed Severus over to where the Gryffindor team was standing around Potter. Professor Lockhart was standing above the boy with his wand out.

"Oh, the boy doesn't know what he's saying." Lockhart huffed.

"Maybe he is concussed Professor?" Harry spoke up helpfully and with much pleasure, only to replace his blank mask when Severus cuffed the back of his head.

"Of course, I was so worried about his arm, but how right my boy, will check that concussion next. But first I can fix that arm faster than I win the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." Lockhart said in what he must have believed was a soothing voice, but instead it sounded air-headed and oily.

"Stand back." Lockhart ordered all the Quidditch players, Harry shared a look of delight with Draco as Lockhart moved his wand in an exaggerated movement before pointing it at Potters broken arm, a bright beam of magic left the wand and hit Potter. when the glow vanished, Harry burst into peals of giggles, manly giggles, Lockhart had managed to banish all the bones from Potters arm. It was flopping to side as Potter, reminding Harry of rubber from the Muggle world.

"Ah." Lockharts checks tinged pink as everyone stared between him and Henry Potter in disgusted horror.

"Yes. Well that can sometimes happen. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken."

"BECAUSE THERE ARE NO BONES LEFT!" a loud screech had all the students on the field flinching and covering their ears.

"HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO HEAL MY SON WHEN WE HAVE A MEDI-WITCH HERE! AND THEN YOU TRY AND SAY IT CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOU SCREW UP!" Lily Potter had made her appearance with James by her side.

"I WILL HAVE YOUR JOB FOR THIS! THEN TAKE YOU FOR ALL YOUR MONEY YOU MORONIC MAN!" Harry winced as the Banshee liked screaming brought up old memories of the abuse he suffered from the woman and her sister.

"Mrs Potter, I am taking Henry now if you want to be with him." Madame Pomfrey spoke up. She already had Potter on a floating stretcher, with a sharp nod she briskly walked towards the castle, the stretcher following her Magical signature. Lily Potter sneered at Lockhart once last time before grabbing James' arm and dragging him after the Medi-witch and their son.

"I guess we should go show team support." Oliver Wood sighed before rallying the others and leaving the pitch.

"Congratulations on the win, and with such a beautiful catch. You truly are breathtaking in the sky Hart." Fred whispered in Harry's ear as he walked past, his hand purposefully brushing his lower back. Harry blushed vividly as Fred walked off with a smirk and wink while George shook his head, gagging playfully beside him.

"What did lover boy say to make you blush so hard?" Draco teased as he pretended to examine his face.

"Oh shut up" Harry sneered playfully.

"Let's get showered and then party in the dorms" Marcus smirked as he clapped Harry on the shoulder. Grinning at the idea of a hot shower and warm clothes after flying in clouds and wind Harry whooped and took off running towards the changing rooms. Grinning the rest of team let out their own hoots of joy before chasing after their seeker. The victory party that night would be one to remember forever.

I am so sorry this chapter took so long. It was horrible to write and I have no idea why hahaha. Apparently Quidditch doesn't like to be written by me...

I hope you enjoy please review and let me know. Chapter 25 here we come... hopefully.