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"That's him, that's him!" yelled Ron, following Krum with his Omnioculars. Harry whistled as he observed Bulgaria's Seeker fly around the field. Thin, dark, and allow-skinned, with a large curved nose and thick black eyebrows, he looked like an overgrown bird of prey and completely in his element as he manoeuvred around on his Firebolt.
"Those brooms of yours are really something, Mr. Potter!" An excited Ministry official seated right behind Harry exclaimed as Sirius nodded emphatically.
"Why thank you, Mr…?"
"Andrews, Robert Andrews." The man introduced himself. Apparently he was the president of the Ministry's committee that rated the new broomsticks that hit the market while also making certain the abided to all safety regulations. "Back at work we're all waiting anxiously for the Seeker's Edition!"
"It's good to know, sir." Harry answered with a wide smile. "You should receive the first broom for testing within the week." Mr. Andrews answering smile was blinding and the man practically stuttered at the prospect. A bigger Quidditch fan than Sirius had been found, Harry mused smirking as he turned back to the field where Ireland's team was announced.
"Lynch doesn't stand a chance against Krum!" Ron loudly proclaimed.
"Is Krum really that good?" Neville, who had never watched Krum play before, wondered. Ron, Adrian, Sirius and James all started trying to explain why Krum was the best Seeker in the world simultaneously, while Severus simply stated;
"He is. Why do you think I'm paying him all that money?" The cacophony that had been praising Krum's talent dissolved into a stunned silence at Severus reminding them that he was in a way Krum's boss. The potions master just smirked, glad that they could now watch the match in peace. Harry snickered and turned his attention back at the field, activating a Memory Sphere to record the game. His smirk widened as he watched the majority of the people assorted in the box do the same.
The game itself had proved more than interesting; veela danced and breathed flames, referees had to be slapped and leprechauns were generally smug and insulting. It soon became clear why Krum was the superior Seeker. He had turned the chase of the Snitch into a wild sprint around the field, with Lynch chasing him instead of trying to catch the actual Snitch. Harry winced as the green clad Seeker crushed on the field after a perfectly executed Wronski Defence Feint from Krum. Still, no matter how hard Krum tried, it was clear that Ireland had the best team. They had taken the lead almost from the beginning and maintained that difference throughout the game. Krum, realising there was no way of wining the game opted to keep his pride intact at least. In an impressive swoop, he duped Lynch and caught the Snitch, amidst loud applause.
"We called it! We called it!" The twins sing-songed as the crowds went berserk. The award ceremony was held in general excitement even if it was still unclear for whom the applause was for.
"Krum really is that good!" Neville admitted later that night when they had returned at their tents. They had decided to spend the night camping, as the majority of the witches and wizards would do, and leave at the first light of morning; it had taken them some time to return to their tents however as the two teams were adamant they wanted to meet the creator of the broomsticks they had used. Harry had congratulated the members of each team and had managed to spend a few minutes speaking to Krum; the older wizard was still a bit disappointed at the result of the game but his spirits seemed to lift a little as Harry assured him he had never seen a Firebolt flown better. He had kindly declined the invitation for dinner, even if the remaining occupants of the Top Box, minus their group, would stay to do just that. He really didn't want to spend more time than what was necessary in Fudge's presence and Severus tended to avoid the man like the plague.
"Of course he is!" Ron exclaimed scandalised, not understanding how someone could possibly have a doubt. The atmosphere was jovial even if a bit bizarre; the Potter family along with Sirius and Remus had been used to gathering and talking about Quidditch and the Weasleys were practically extended family as it was. The presence of Severus and Neville -the presence of Harry too as he had never been actively included in such conversations before- had thrown them all slightly off balance. And it wasn't just their presence, no; there were three people that were up to recently described as quiet, shy, reserved or, in Severus's case, down right antisocial, talking boisterously and laughing openly for all to see.
"That's weird." James muttered from where he sat next to Sirius as the once feared big bad bat from the dungeons was amusing the ladies and the teenagers of the room narrating his and Harry's time at the Rennes tournament with Harry gleefully commenting.
"You're telling me?" The dog animagus whispered back, trying his best not to laugh at Harry's vivid re-enactment of taking down one of his opponents that seemed to have been twice as wide as the teen. He was glad for his goddson that was certain; he had frequently thought of him in the past, while they were off with Adrian training, and wondered how his vacation time was spent. The boy had never complained thought -and now Sirius could see why!- and he had kept reminding himself that it wasn't his place to decide how Harry should be trained. 'And now you have lost so much of his life, you jerk!' he berated himself as Severus's deep voice described the best possible move against a larger opponent.
"But how much larger can an opponent be?" Molly questioned, her cheeks darkening lightly as she eyed Severus contemplatively.
"Not necessarily taller, Molly." Severus explained, admitting he hadn't encountered someone taller than his six feet two frame at the competition. "But definitely heavier." Harry nodded, remembering a teen he had competed against that outweighed him by some good fifty pounds.
"The tournament sounds really interesting!" Neville exclaimed, his mind already picturing the swordfights and the melee the potions master was describing
"Next year, you're coming with us, Nev." Harry stated, high-fiving his best friend, both teens smiling.
"Of course you are!" Severus assured the boy. "Just keep practising at the moves I showed you and you might just as well compete too."
"You've been practicing swordfight, Neville?" Adrian asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yes, he has." Harry offered. "He might look all quiet, but he has a mean swing!"
"Why thank you, Mr. Potter!" Neville said, rising up and bowing with a flourish.
"I think we broke you, Neville." Severus admitted, unable to keep a smile from his face.
"Good for us." Harry added.
"I may have walked into a parallel dimension." Bill stated, looking at Severus and trying to reconcile his present image with the sullen, cold and downright scary professor he remembered.
"Maybe a personality altering spell?" Charlie offered, having the exact same problems as his older brother.
"That, or I have an evil twin." Severus stated seriously causing the tent to fall silent before Harry and Neville burst out laughing at the joke, the potions master himself soon following their example.
"I'll stick with the parallel dimension theory." Sirius stated. Severus rolled his eyes.
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