BOOK 8 OUT OF 12 OF MY HP SERIES
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Nimah Black and Fred Weasley were both rivals in everything. Their differences were obvious to a fault and it did not make it any better when the two became Captains of the Quidditch teams. So what hap...
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EPILOGUE
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Years later, the roaring crowd at the stadium seemed to pale in comparison to the boisterous energy of Fred and Nimah's youngest, whose lungs seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of enthusiasm.
"Destroy them, Dad!" the child bellowed, her voice carrying over the din of the crowd. Nimah winced, covering her left ear as she chuckled. Her youngest's passion was unmatched—and unrelenting, even three hours into the match.
"Mum, why don't you just use Sonorus?" her eldest suggested with a smirk, glancing at their sister. "She's already halfway there on her own."
"Oh, please," the middle child grumbled, hands firmly clamped over their ears. "Mum, can you please tell Dad to get the Seeker to catch the Snitch already? I'm starving!"
Nimah laughed, her gaze shifting to Sirius and George, seated a few rows down. Both men exchanged wary glances, fully aware of what was coming next.
"But," Sirius began, raising a finger as if to make a profound point, "it's just getting to the best part!"
"Sirius," Kaia interrupted with a fond yet firm nudge, "just go."
Angelique's glare joined the chorus, forcing George to reluctantly stand as well. Both men shuffled off with exaggerated pouts, eliciting laughter from their wives and Nimah.
