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—THE SLYTHERIN QUIDDITCH TEAM (ALONG WITH THE NEW MEMBERS: BLAISE, DRACO, AND RIGEL) WERE ALL GETTING CHANGED TO THEIR QUIDDITCH OUTFITS. "Alright. This'll be fun." grinned Marcus Flint as they stepped out of the changing rooms, all of them with their new brooms, and saw the Gryffindor quidditch team coming over.
"—What-! I don't believe it!" They heard Oliver Wood say, who was coming over with his team. "Where do you think you're going, Flint?"
"Quidditch practice." Flint replied with a grin, knowing he was getting on his rival's nerves.
"I booked the pitch for the Gryffindors today."
"Easy, Wood. I've got a note."
Oliver snatched the note out of his hands and read it aloud. "Uh-oh, I smell trouble." Ron Weasley said, coming over with Hermione Granger.
"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today to train their new chasers and seekers." Oliver read and looked up, "You've got new Chasers and a new Seeker. Who?"
The Gryffindor team's eyes all widened when Rigel Black stepped up with Blaise Zabini on one side and Draco Malfoy on the other. "Us."
"And that's not all that's new this year." Draco joined in, pointing to their brooms.
"Those are Nimbus 2001s!" Ron Weasley exclaimed in awe. "How did you get those?"
"A gift from Draco's father." Blaise answered monotonously.
"You see, Weasley, unlike some—my father can afford the best." Draco taunted.
Hermione glared at him, "Atleast no-one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."
Draco scoffed, "No-one asked for your opinion. You filthy little mudblood."
The Slytherin team sniggered and smirked, while the Gryffindor team looked appalled and gasped.
Ron stepped up, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!"
They watched as the spell bounced off of Draco and hit Ron himself, grinning when he started vomiting slugs.
"Broken wand, Weasley? That poor?" mocked Blaise as the Gryffindors all rushed away.
••
A few weeks later, it was finally the day of the first match: Slytherin VS. Gryffindor.
They were all in the changing room, getting ready.
"Alright. Remember what I said, Black?" Flint asked.
"Catch the snitch once you've scored 30."
"Good. Malfoy, pass the quaffle to Zabini, who will pass it to me—"
Rigel tuned out the rest of his explanation.
A few minutes later, they all stepped out of the changing room and flew to the pitch.
"And..Here comes the Slytherin team: Flint, Warrington, Derrick, Bole, the new chasers: Malfoy and Zabini, and finally the new seeker: Black!" Jordan Lee announced.
Rigel looked at the stands, blinking a few times in shock as he saw Sirius with a huge smirk looking at him, "Goodluck." Sirius mouthed. Rigel gave him a nod and a small smile.
••
About an hour later, they all watched as Rigel and the Gryffindor seeker, Cormac McLaggen, raced for the snitch.
Rigel frowned dangerously, feeling his broom stop. He turned around and saw Cormac holding the end of his broom with a smirk. "Stupify." Rigel mumbled, not caring about the fact that they were 30 feet in the air.
The Gryffindors all gasped as Cormac was now thrown back by an unknown force.
"BLACK CATCHES THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS!"
••
"I don't know if I should ground you or I should praise you for achieving that level of cunning." A voice said behind him as he stepped out of the changing room after a shower and getting dressed.
Rigel smirked slightly, turning around. "Hello to you too, Siri."
Sirius grinned, "You did great, Ri." He said, hugging his adopted son. "Remus told me to tell you that he would've been here but it was a full moon last night."
"It's alright, I understand."
Sirius pulled away and looked at his son for a few seconds. "You remind me so much of my brother.. You played exactly the same way he did." He mused, trying to flatten down his son's curly hair, "I don't get how your hair gets messy sometimes even though I blood-adopted you." He changed the subject quickly, since talking about Regulus was painful for him.
