Time to put your galleons where your mouth is

Chapter 10

Just Following The Law

Regulus Black grinned to himself, clutching the broom closer to his chest. It'd been a month since the Quidditch trials. He'd gotten in, he'd actually gotten on the team. He was the youngest seeker in a very, very long time. Regulus had grinned, he'd been so overjoyed with himself that he'd ran from the Quidditch pitch and straight the library. There, Turais had been tutoring the two girls in his year, the Smith girl and a muggle-born. Regulus had ignored them and all but flung himself at Turais, the older boy only just managing to catch him in a hug. He'd happily informed his older brother that sweet Salazar, he'd gotten on the team. And Turais had grinned, excusing himself from the two girls to take him down to the kitchen. There he'd asked a house-elf for some part food and the two of them had celebrated.

Ever since Regulus was seven and had gotten his first broom, Turais had been teaching him all about flying. The older boy was, as he was with most things, excellent at it. He'd taught Regulus all he knew, from taking off smoothly, to the most dangerous manoeuvres in existence.

And while Turais didn't play Quidditch himself, he'd been more than happy to help train Regulus up for his chosen role of seeker.

And he'd gotten in. In his first year!

And now it was his first match. The only people to know outside of the Quidditch team was Turais, Slughorn and Orion. His father had been pretty proud, happily sending up his broom with a note hoping his grades would be as outstanding as his sudden entrance to the Quidditch team was. Not even Sirius knew he'd joined the team.

"And now for the Slytherin team."

Regulus took a deep breath, summoning his courage. Turais said he was good, really good. He would have to be good to get on the team in his first year. Turais believed in him, and so did the rest of the Quidditch team. Now he'd get a chance to show what he was made of. Mounting his broom, Regulus watched as the chasers shot out, followed by the beaters and then the keeper. And then, it was his turn.

"And seeker- wait? Am I reading this right? Yes I am, Slytherin's new seeker is none other that Regulus Black. Hell, the kid must be talented to get on the team in first year."

Regulus hovered in the position the team and drilled into him, hands gripping the broom just like Turais had shown him four years ago when he was first learning. The Gryffindor team were spluttering, Potter loudly calling out that Sirius was a 'traitor to the cause' in a joking fashion.

Eyes scanning the stands, Regulus grinned when he spotted Turais sat in the Slytherin stands, wrapped up in a silver and green scarf and smiling back at him.

Now it was time to show the rest of Hogwarts just how good a teacher Turais was, and that the youngest Black brother could rise to the occasion.

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He'd held the snitch high in hand, had let out a low laugh, having felt something akin to hysterical. He'd done it. He'd caught the snitch just before Potter put through what would have become a tying goal. Slytherin had won one hundred and seventy to one hundred and sixty. He'd managed to catch the snitch just in time. The Slytherin stands had roared their approval and Regulus had grinned so brilliantly, watched as his brother shot a spell into the air, a fox dancing about in the wispy air. What would become his Animagus form.

Oh, he knew what his form was, he had only just started his training to become one under Turais' watchful eye. Along with Sirius and his friends, the lot of them would gather in an unused classroom on Sundays to study, Turais who'd already accomplished the transformation guiding them through the required steps. But there was the problem of the Slug Club interrupting this week's lessons.