Dealing with Sirius Topics (Sirius x Reader)

Quidditch and Tomfoolery

"(Y/n)? Are you up yet dear?" My father's voice rang through the house as the smell of cooking sausages and eggs wafted into the bedroom.

"Coming, I'm coming." I rubbed my eyes and threw on some sweatpants. "I'm up." I managed as I opened the door to the old man's smiling face. "Who's cooking?"

"I am dear, Harry's just watching it to make sure it doesn't burn." He explained nodding to the kitchen. "Come on, should be just about done." I followed him down the stairs, Harry looked fresh-faced as he served the scramble onto some plates.

"Everything finished at the same time, just like you said, Granddad." He carefully brought three plates to the table. "Morning (Y/n),"

"Morning Mischief." I yawned out, stretching lightly. "Seems like you've had an early start."

"The Dursleys used to have me cook breakfast every morning, so I got used to it." I could hear my dad scoff as he sat down. "But ever since Dudley started his diet I haven't had to." Harry had heard the scoff as well.

"I ought to give those muggles of yours a visit, give 'em a real stern talking to." Dad huffed out grabbing his silverware. "No wonder you're so thin, if the boy is on a diet I bet everyone is." He grunted, before taking a bite out of breakfast.

"Ron had his mother send me lots of baked goods to make sure I was eating," Harry explained as he also began eating. "Mrs. Weasley often looks out for my health as well."

"Molly, Dad." I nodded, "She was part of the Order, had the twins." I hoped to jog his memory.

"Of course! Molly Weasley is the one who lent me her recipes," A smile crept onto his face. "Don't reckon I can prepare 'em like she can but I make a pretty decent substitute."

"You sure do," Harry said through about half a mouthful. "This was delicious." He smiled.

"I'm glad you liked it." He smiled happily. "Well, I'll take care of the dishes. There's something in the back you might like." He winked before gathering the now empty plates.

I cocked an eyebrow at the statement before getting up from the chair. I made my way to the backyard and saw them. Two Nimbus 1700 broomsticks were on the ground, a bit dusty but still in great condition. I quickly made my way back into the house. "Fancy a game of Quidditch?" I asked Harry who seemed to light up at just the mention of the sport.

"You have brooms?" He asked excitedly, standing up quickly.

"Well they're nothing like your Firebolt, but they'll do." I smiled brightly. "Go and get used to the feel of it, I gotta get changed," I explained before rushing up the stairs and throwing on some jeans, a tank top, and a zip-up jacket. Once dressed, I again made my way down the stairs, "Thank you so much, Dad!" I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before running outside, Harry was already in the air, zooming around the yard.

"You're right (Y/n), this is nothing like my Firebolt." Harry quipped, coming down to the grass.

"We can't all be blessed by rich godfathers." I rolled my eyes before mounting the broom. "But let's see if you're really as good as people claim you are." I challenged, conjuring a Quaffle, a Bludger, and a Snitch.

"You're on!" He exclaimed, he quickly charged after the snitch. The broom did little to hinder his skills.

I quickly conjured up a bat and hit the Bludger at him, it sped toward him at remarkable speeds, causing him to pull up and lose the snitch. "Good reflexes!" I tossed him the bat. "Now I know you only focus on the Snitch, but it's good to keep your other skills sharp as well!"

"You're one to talk, how long has it been since you played? Fourteen years?" Harry challenged with a smirk.

"I may be a little rusty, but I bet you I can find that Snitch before you do." I saw the Snitch floating by the roof, behind Harry.