Harry sighed it sounded like Sirius was resistant to the idea of getting help. That made Harry feel sad, because if anyone needed help it was his godfather. Spending ten years locked in your worst memories would be horrible, Harry wondered what his would be, would it be the deaths of his parents or would it be the day Dudley shoved him down the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly did a brief meditation to clear his mind of the agitation he felt. He folded the letter and tucked it into the box from his parents. Then he went to sleep.
It was Saturday morning and Harry could feel himself practically vibrating with nerves. If meeting his godfather today wasn't enough, today was the opening match for the Quidditch cup, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
Neville had teased him, yesterday that Gryffindor would slam the snakes. Harry just laughed and said "You wish."
Harry was confident because the Slytherin team was tight. Marcus said Harry was the best seeker he'd seen since Charlie Weasley of Gryffindor. Harry had every intention of asking his godfather to stay and watch the game. Harry ate a sketchy breakfast early then headed to the family visiting rooms. His timing was good he had only been in the room a few minutes when Professor McGonagall showed his godfather in.
Harry felt shocked when Sirius rushed up and hugged him. He'd have thought a handshake was more appropriate, but he allowed the embrace.
"Bambi, you look so much like your father. You've grown so much. And your mother's eyes… I'm so sorry." He burst into tears.
Harry felt that his godfather really needed a calming draught, but was been held too tightly to go find one. He patted him and did his best to calm the man with his words. "It's okay… it'll be alright… I forgive you…" Finally twenty minutes later the man seemed to calm a bit.
It was at that moment that the color of the robes that Harry was wearing sunk in, and disaster occurred. "What sort of prank are you preparing for Harry? It must be good if you're trying to frame the Snakes."
"What?"
"Well there's no other reason I can think of for James Potter's son to be dressed like a Slytherin."
"I'm in Slytherin."
"You're a slimy snake!" Sirius' tones rang with disbelief.
Harry froze, and he gave a clipped and annoyed, "Yes."
"I can't believe it, James must be rolling in his grave. His son is a sneaky, conniving, cowardly Slytherin!"
Harry rapidly pulled free of his godfather. "If that's the way you feel, we're done here. I have someplace else to be." He walked with full dignity out of the visiting room and down the hall to the front doors. Then he could no longer control the urge to run. He headed for the locker room and the pitch. Halfway there tears started rolling down his face, it had been bad when Snape had said that the previous year, but it was ten times worse hearing it from his godfather, who was supposed to love him. Harry changed and took his broom to the pitch where he stayed up in the air until it was time for the game to start.
Marcus Flint was concerned when he noticed the red and puffy eyes of his seeker. But under the circumstances he didn't want to draw attention to him. He resolved to ask about it after the game.
The game started off normal enough, the Slytherins had always played with an aggressive style. Most girls from well-bred pureblood families wouldn't dream of endangering themselves by playing quidditch, they in general liked to be treated as ladies and ladies didn't play a game where breaking more than a nail was more than possible, but rather it was highly probable.
Harry's teammates all started wondering what was up with their usually easygoing seeker. He was being very aggressive, flying through the Gryffindor chaser formations and distracting Oliver Wood while at the same time never breaking the rules of play. Harry found outwitting the Gryffindor beaters Fred and George Weasley was a bit of a challenge, but today was a day when Harry found the challenge to be exactly what he needed. He had nearly Wronski feinted the Gryffindor seeker, Dale Armitage, twice. Slytherin was up by a hundred points when Harry spotted the snitch. It was hovering about four feet off the ground near the Slytherin hoops. He dove for it, Fred and George could tell their seeker wouldn't get there in time and clubbed the bludgers in Harry's direction hoping it would slow him down. Harry just did a tight spiral and flattened himself against his broom to avoid the black balls. The snitch took off across the pitch Harry gave chase. He sensed it was about to change direction and he could feel Dale just behind him. He decided to gamble and cut off towards where he thought the snitch was heading, if he was wrong Dale would likely get the snitch if he was right he would cement the win.
A moment later Harry felt rewarded by the feel of fluttery wings against his palm. "Yes!" his shout rang out as he soared skyward hand clenched in victory around the shiny snitch. His teammates joined him in a victory lap, before they came down for the end of game handshakes. Harry was careful as he took each Gryffindor's hand so they couldn't try to crush his hand in retaliation for the win. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye there was a flash. He turned and spotted a small boy with a camera. He frowned. He shook the last lion's hand then walked over to the boy who had taken the picture.
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