Callidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her.
As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
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Potter Swallows the Snitch, Almost
Calli woke before the sun had properly risen.
The castle was still quiet as she slipped out of the Slytherin dormitories and made her way across the grounds toward the Quidditch pitch. Frost glittered across the grass and the cold November air bit at her cheeks, but she hardly noticed. She ran a quick lap around the pitch, boots crunching lightly on the frozen ground, letting the chill wake her fully.
It was the first Saturday of November.
Match day.
By the time she returned to the castle and entered the Great Hall, the room had filled with excited chatter. Every table buzzed with the same topic.
Harry Potter.
Some students were saying he'd be brilliant. Others insisted he'd fall off his broom within the first minute.
Calli frowned as she heard a pair of Hufflepuffs arguing loudly about it.
Rolling her eyes, she crossed the hall and walked straight to the Gryffindor table.
Harry looked up in surprise as she approached.
"Don't listen to them." Calli said, lowering her voice slightly. "You'll be fine."
The boy looked relieved, though still nervous.
She gave him a small grin.
"And don't worry." She added with a wink. "I won't send any Bludgers your way."
That earned the faintest smile from him.
Satisfied, Calli turned and headed back across the hall to the Slytherin table.
She slid onto the bench beside Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs, who were finishing their breakfast.
Terence leaned closer.
"Have you heard?" he muttered. "Potter's supposed to be brilliant on a broom."
Calli shrugged.
Still, she couldn't help wondering how the youngest Seeker Hogwarts had seen in a century would actually fly.
Soon the Slytherin team headed down toward the locker rooms beneath the stadium.
Inside, the atmosphere was tense.
Their captain, Marcus Flint, clapped his large hands together.
"Alright, listen up!"
The room quieted immediately.
"Wood's got himself a new Seeker." Flint continued. "So I want both of you-" he jabbed a finger toward Calli and the other Beater, Reg, "sending Bludgers at him relentlessly."
He then pointed at Higgs.
"And you, catch the Snitch before Potter."
Calli leaned toward Adrian and whispered under her breath,
