The star, his moon and their comets

CHAPTER 46 Into the Precipice

Sirius Black strolled into the Great Hall with a mischievous grin. He was the kind of father who always had a twinkle in his eye and a playful spirit, making him a favorite among the students already early in the year. He casually flopped down next to Harry and draped an arm around his shoulder.

"Hey there, pups! How's the homework going?" Sirius asked with a grin.

Harry and Emma exchanged a glance, knowing that their godfather was up to something. Emma sighed dramatically. "It's going as well as it can, Dad. But seriously, it's Charms homework, and it's not as exciting as you'd think."

Harry chuckled, adding, "I guess we can't turn our textbooks into Howlers for us."

Sirius feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch! You wound me with your lack of faith. But speaking of exciting, did I tell you that Moony and I managed to sneak into the Forbidden Forest the other night?"

The twins' eyes widened in disbelief. "You what?" Emma exclaimed, her voice a mix of worry and intrigue.

Harry leaned in closer, curiosity piqued. "Tell us more, Dad."

Sirius leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We heard there were some rather rare magical creatures spotted deep in the forest. Naturally, your dear old dads couldn't resist the adventure. And guess what? We found a unicorn foal. It was the most breathtaking sight, almost as stunning as your Papa when we first met."

Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes at Sirius's playful exaggerations, while Harry grinned. "That sounds amazing, Sirius. But you know, sneaking into the Forbidden Forest isn't really setting a great example for us. Especially after the stunt we've pulled the last couple of years."

Sirius winked. "Hey, we were young and foolish once, too. But seriously, we did take all the precautions. The Forbidden Forest can be quite treacherous."

Emma sighed, her tone softening. "Just promise us you'll be careful, okay?"

Sirius ruffled her hair affectionately. "Always, my little comet." The twins shared a fond smile with their godfather.

Sirius was quick to change the subject, sensing the need to reassure his godchildren. "Alright, alright, no more dangerous escapades. And speaking of excitement, are you two ready for the upcoming Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match? Your old man here is eager to see the looks on your faces when your house loses to us Gryffindors."

Emma laughed, her competitive spirit coming to the fore. "You wish, Dad. You'll see. We've got a strong team this year."

Harry nodded in agreement, a glint of determination in his eyes. "We're going to give you a run for your money, Emma. You'll be the one surprised when we snatch that victory from right under your nose."

The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had taken an unexpected turn due to the relentless rain pouring down from the sky. The downpour had intensified to the point where visibility on the field was severely limited, and the Quidditch players were drenched to the bone within minutes.

The crowd in the stands, mostly protected from the elements by enchantments and spells, cheered wildly as the soaked players performed daring maneuvers. Though the rain made it difficult to distinguish individual players, their dedication to the game was evident.

In the pouring rain, Harry and Emma could hardly see more than a few feet ahead. The game had become a slippery and chaotic spectacle. Players were splashing through the muddy pitch, soaked to the core, and the Quaffle was slippery, making it difficult to maintain a grip.

Despite the unfavorable conditions, the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams were doing their best to navigate the treacherous skies. Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor captain, bellowed instructions to his team, trying to rally their spirits and keep their focus on the game. The Slytherin players, equally determined, were displaying impressive teamwork and resilience.