Nathan smiles as he watches the twins at their final Quidditch practice "You know you don't have to come to every practice, right?" Fred smiles as he and George walk over. Nathan shrugs "I like t-to watch. Beside this way I kn-know the best place to sit on S-Saturday." he responds. "Fred, George, you ready to head back up to the castle?" Angelina asks. "Nath?" George asks. "Yep." Nathan smiles. "Yeah, we're ready." Fred nods, putting an arm round Nathan's shoulders as they begin walking back up to the castle. "You looking forward to watching your first Quidditch game?" Alicia asks Nathan. "I-It'll be my se-second game. My mo-mother took me to w-watch the Appleby Arrows for m-my fifth birthday, but I am l-looking forward to watching m-my first Gryffindor game." Nathan responds. Fred and George smile, seeing Nathan's eyes light up when he talks about his mother "George, I think it's time." Fred tells his twins. "Fred, I do believe you're right." George grins. "Wh-What?" Nathan asks. Fred pulls a jumper out of his bag "You're wearing this on Saturday, we asked our mum to make it for you." he explains. Nathan takes the jumper and looks at it, finding a Gryffindor lion on the front with the words '#1 Gryffindor Supporter'. "I-It's great!" he grins. "Glad you like it." George smiles as they walk inside.
Saturday morning, Nathan walks with the twins to the pitch "Good luck." he smiles. "Thanks Nath." the twins respond. Nathan heads up to the stands and sits in his usual spot, Ron and Hermione soon joining him "Where'd you get that jumper?" Hermione asks. "M-Mrs Weasley made it f-for me, Fred an-and George asked h-her to." Nathan smiles. "Be prepared for a lot of jumpers, mum likes making everyone jumpers at Christmas. I won't be surprised if you get one." Ron tells him. Just then the players walk onto the pitch, making them stop talking and start cheering for their team. Nathan grins as the players take flight and the game begins "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-" Lee starts, Nathan laughing. "JORDAN!" McGonagall exclaims.
"Sorry, Professor. And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc - no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle - that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses - GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" Lee continues, making the Gryffindor's cheer. "Budge up there, move along." Hagrid says, making his way over the the three friends. "Hagrid!" Ron and Hermione greet, Nathan smiling. "Bin watchin' from me hut, but it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?" Hagrid asks. "Nope, Harry hasn't had much to do yet." Ron responds. "Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'." Hagrid tells them.
"Slytherin in possession. Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?" Lee asks, Pucey dropping the Quaffle as he watches the gold blur speed past him. The three friends smile as they watch Harry dive down towards the snitch, Higgs behind him. All the chasers stop playing as they watch the two seekers race to the snitch, Nathan fiddling with Valour's lead as everyone watches. Harry is suddenly blocked by Marcus Flint, all the Gryffindors crying out in rage "Foul!" many or the Gryffindors shout. Madam Hooch awards Gryffindor a penalty, which they score "Send him off, ref! Red card!" Dean shouts. "What are you talking about, Dean?" Ron asks. "Red card! In football you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!" Dean explains. "But this isn't football, Dean." Ron reminds him. "They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air." Hagrid tells them. "So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-" Lee starts. "Jordan!" McGonagall warns. "I mean, after that open and revolting foul..." Lee tries. "Jordan, I'm warning you-" McGonagall starts. "All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession." Lee concedes.
Nathan smiles as he watches Fred aim a bludger at one of the Slytherin chasers "Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet - passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - A no..." Lee says, being drowned out at Slytherin cheer. Nathan frowns as he sees Harry being bucked around on his broom "Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing. If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have..." Hagrid says. Everyone gasps as Harry falls off his broom, holding on to it with his hands "Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus asks. "Can't have, can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic. No kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." Hagrid responds. Hermione takes Hagrid's binoculars and starts searching the crowd "What are you doing?" Ron asks, his face gray. "I knew it, Snape - look." Hermione tells him. Nathan shakes his head, not believing that Snape is cursing Harry's broom "He's doing something - jinxing the broom." Hermione tells Ron. "What should we do?" Ron asks. "Leave it to me." Hermione responds, rushing off.
Frowning, Nathan watches as the twins hover below Harry. The two of them getting ready to catch Harry of need be "Come on, Hermione." Ron mutters desperately. Nathan takes the binoculars and looks over, seeing Snape jump up and knock Quirrell into the row in front of him. Harry climbs back onto his broom, making everyone relax "Neville, you can look!" Ron tells the sobbing boy. Nathan watches with bated breathe as Harry speeds toward the ground, clapping his hand over his mouth as though he was about to be sick. As he hits the field on all fours, he coughs as the snitch lands in his hand "I've got the Snitch!" he shouts, waving it above his head. Gryffindor explodes into cheers, Nathan smiling and covering his ears from the sudden noise "Gryffindor wins one hundred and seventy to sixty!" Lee shouts.
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A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Hayran KurguNathan Salazar Riddle, Tom Riddle's aka Voldemort's, son and his only heir. Having grown up on the streets of the magical world, after his mother was killed in front of him by his father's followers, having his Uncle turn up out of the blue was not...
