𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Fourty Eight: Uranus

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Remus finally left the Hospital Wing and it couldn't have been a more perfect timing because he got to watch the last match of the year.

"I want a very clean game today." barked Madam Hooch, looking at them all with narrowed eyes. "I mean it. Try anything and I'll personally see to it that you'll all be banned from playing till you graduate. Detention doesn't seem to work with you brutes."

James gritted his teeth as he tried to crush Lestrange's hand during the customary captains' handshake.

Fifteen brooms took off into the air with the speed of Muggle bullets at the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle, and the crowd went wild when the quaffle ended up in Sirius' hands.

Mulciber was too busy being a troll (in Sirius's opinion at least) to save Sirius' quaffle and it went through his left hoop, earning Gryffindor ten points. Sirius took a victory lap around the pitch and hi-fived James when he passed him in the air.

Fabian and Gideon made it almost impossible for Slytherin's chasers to handle the quaffle for more than a few seconds with some insane bludgers they sent their way wherever they can.

The stands boomed every second at every turn of the game. Feet pounded the tiers when a chaser got close enough to a hoop and morbidly composed chants and songs filled the stadium, making the teachers wonder why the students couldn't be this passionate about school.

Even the commentator, a seventh year Gryffindor, was finding it very hard not to take sides and had to be scolded by a half hearted McGonagall whenever he accidentally cheered for his house or went into long rants about 'cheating snakes'.

It was a very intense game and it sounded like a huge explosion had happened in the stands when James had to basically be standing on his broom to grab the snitch. They were neck and neck with Regulus but the better man won and Regulus threw down his broom when he dismounted.

Gryffindor won the game with points to spare.

The party after that victory was the kind that will give you goosebumps when you think about it ten years later, remembering that kid whose head got stuck in a chair.

And the Howler James received from his father the next day told anyone in the castle and the village of Hogsmead who hadn't heard, that Gryffindor had won again, thanks to his son.

Mr. Potter sounded so proud of James, it might have made Sirius feel slightly jealous.

But good things don't last forever because it was now O.W.L's, the bane of any fifth year student with the fortune of attending the greatest Wizarding school in the world.

Lily had found a coping mechanism in going around confiscating supposed brain stimulants and dragging a very unwilling Remus along with her to help her enforce the law.

Peter managed to get his hands on a batch of powdered dragon claw that managed to escape Lily's War on Stimulants from a fourth year Hufflepuff by the name of Mundungus Fletcher for ten galleons, only for it to turn out being dried Doxy droppings.

If it wasn't for Remus's acute wolffish senses and the fact he pays attention in class, the three boys would have missed their O.W.L's because they would have been in St. Mungo's with some undiscovered form of poisoning.

It was also a good thing Remus actually cared about school and bothered to make notes because they would have been screwed without him.

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