Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 9 : 8. Quidditch Match

Dear Harry,

So, here is finally the first Quidditch match. I'll be there to watch you fly, you know. It's just a shame to know that you're going to win for a house other than ours. Because the more I observe you, the more I guess that you should have gone to Slytherin. I wonder what sabotaged your self-preservation instinct so much. Without doubt the reality that you would always be watched by everyone for all your actions.

It really can't be nice to be studied like this as if you were just a simple experiment and not a wizard like the others. Yes, you have the fame of having ostracized me from our society for a time. But from what I've seen, you've never used it. And she has even rather done you a disservice more than once as people expect many things from you that you should not give.

I will teach you again to take care of yourself, before only thinking about others. Others are not always what we hope of them and you must have noticed: the people (whether those of Hogwarts or wider) are only a mass that follows the flow and does not know how to think. clearly. It's all about emotions and what they think they know, not what they actually know. Sad, isn't it?

I got lost again, I wish you good luck for this first match, little lion. I know you will be the winner, so I will be even more proud of you. Be careful though, don't forget that we will have our usual parade this evening.

I can not wait to see you,

L.V.

Harry had a hard time conceiving it and yet… Well if Voldemort was here, what could he do? He wouldn't be able to tell anyone and he doubted the dark mage would do anything significant that would get him recognized. Even more under Dumbledore's nose. So it shouldn't be a problem that he's there. Why was he suddenly even more stressed knowing the man would be there. The teenager ran a hand over his face, now unable to hold still. He got out of bed as if the devil was on his heels and after a quick shower, he put on his playing outfit, took his Nimbus 2000 and headed towards the field, forgetting to wake up his best friend.

The weather was overcast, Harry looked up at the sky to see it tinged with storm clouds. The rain was off for now, but he wouldn't be surprised if it rolled out come game time. Because less visibility, it was the best idea in the world for a match where we had to find a little golden ball which moved much faster than everything else on the pitch. Harry sighed heavily and walked a few meters on the well-trimmed lawn. Madame Hooch, the Vol teacher, took great care to ensure that everything was good and correct for match days. Which hadn't stopped the bewitched Bludger last year who had broken his arm. Harry grimaced at the memory. If he didn't have too much trouble dealing with pain, that didn't mean he wanted to experience it, thank you. He felt his stomach growl and then tighten. No matter how hungry he was, he really couldn't swallow anything this time.

Because he would be there.

Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and looked around. Would he be able to sense it thanks to their somewhat strange bond or would he be completely in the dark? And then why did he have the impression that he was being observed and... He finally saw a man, at the end of the field, walking towards him with a determined step. Looking at it carefully, even though he had a knot in his stomach, Harry knew it wasn't Voldemort. The walk, the air... He thought that the black mage would betray himself in one way or another if he came to speak to him. He was instead confronted with a somewhat stocky man, with black hair already overgrown with gray streaks but which gave him a respectable, not old, appearance. Like his clothes, which were an outfit that Harry could easily imagine on a representative of the Ministry...

-Mr. Harry Potter.

Harry nodded, unsure of what to say. He wasn't used to adults approaching him so seriously and kindly at the same time. The man held out his hand.