Unveiled

THE MIDNIGHT DUEL

AN:

You guys are in for a treat today, lots of original content and some real thought provoking things.

Even idk how I ended up writing this.

PS: PLEASE! Read the last note, its a question I'd like to be answered and IMP!!!

oh btw the ch was originally 50 pages. I trimmed it. A LOT!! I don't even know how i ended up with 50 pages.

Ah yesss and WARNINGGGGGGG!!!!!!

a bit of sexual turn in the chapter.

Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.

"Typically expected from a Potter." Alessandro said with a roll of his eyes.

He just didn't understand the enmity between the pureblood families of Britain. Ever since he'd move here from Italy he had seen so much of hatred. But then it wasn't like Italy was the most peaceful place. Well the muggle part that is, what the the Cosa Nostra and all.

Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday — and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.

"Finally!" The Quidditch enthusiasts exclaimed.

"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."

"No you won't." James replied confidently.

He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.

James felt his heart clench. He was supposed to be there to teach his son how to fly. So was Sirius. They were all supposed to play together all day and laugh and fun. Sirius felt no different.

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.

"I wonder if he even knows what it is." Lily snorted rolling her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he does Evans." Cassiopeia said narrowing her eyes, ready to defend her future nephew.

He wasn't the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom. Castor, though had the wildest tales on flying. Apparently he played Quidditch with his little cousin Estella and his another older cousin Tonks. The three of them had quite a lot of incidents. But it was no doubt to Harry, that Castor was much better on broom than he let on.

Sirius looked excited at the prospect. And so did Andromeda upon hearing the name Tonks.

Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.