Cross-Time

Chapter IX -Quidditch-

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Chapter IX

–Quidditch–

Friday, 29 October 1971

CEP's POV

They left the Library to go down to the Quidditch Pitch just as Sirius was arriving. They descended and entered the pitch where the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins already were.

"How did it go?" Harry heard James whisper towards Sirius as the Gryffindors moved to their side of the line, who obviously intended to ask it as soon as the Slytherins were out of hearing distance.

Harry stood by one broom between Snape and Nott bored.

"Just like we've been practicing, Everyone. Put your right hand over your broom and say «Up»."

"Up!" The Coach had barely even finished and already the broom was on Harry's hand.

As much as he loved flying, these classes bored him to no end. The brooms were old, the flying was barely above a foot and there was no Neville around to fall down and be taken to the Infirmary wing so he could at the least try to fly half-decent.

Feeling watched, he turned towards the pitch's stands to find the Slytherin sixth-year and seventh-year students that didn't have classes watching over their Flying class. Rolling his eyes, he turned again towards the Coach who was watching Harry's classmates that had yet to call their brooms. Finally, he stopped before him.

"I said that you had to call the broo..."

Harry released the broom before the man even stopped and kept his hand over it.

"Up!" The broom jumped onto his hand all over again. "I did it, it's the second time now."

The man's lips twitched for Harry daring to face him.

"Detention, Miss Peverell. You should learn how to speak with your betters."

Harry grunted and released the broom again, turned around and walked away. The Coach obviously called him, but he didn't look back.

–C-T–

Saturday, 30 October 1971

LV's POV

Voldemort leaned against the side of the meeting room as the other Professors spoke about their classes, as his first week he wouldn't be talking much and would listen instead. Then Coach Bael-Varbrun stepped forward and started badmouthing Evie for 'daring' to be good at flying. A 'girl' – a Bastard at that – had no place facing a Wizard – a Pureblood – like him. Voldemort's lips twitched. How dare this idiot speak like this about his Equal?