AU from Harry Potter Part 2
Madam Hooch was teaching the first years to ride brooms. “When I blow my whistle, you will say, ‘Up!’ to your broom. One, two, three…” She blew her whistle loudly. “UP!” Harry’s broom went straight into his hand on his first try. He grinned as he flashbacked to his first time riding a broom.
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“PADFOOT!” Remus roared. “WHY IS HARRY ON A BROOM?!” “Chill, it’s just a toy broom anyway. It can’t fly more than 3 feet above the ground, how much damage can he do?” Sirius winced as he heard a crash in the kitchen. “THAT! THAT IS HOW MUCH DAMAGE HE CAN DO. WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ME FIRST?” Remus shouted as he ran into the kitchen to pick 2-year-old Harry up. “Whee! Moony!” Harry squealed, oblivious to Remus’ fury. Remus sighed. “You’ll get it later, Padfoot. For now, clean up the mess Harry made.” Sirius knew better than to argue with Remus when he was mad, so he obeyed obediently.
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Three years later, Harry was at his first Quidditch match. He was watching, of course. “GO! GO! CHUDLEY CANNONS!” Sirius was screaming at the top of his lungs and Remus was covering Harry’s ears to prevent him going deaf. Harry cheered too and giggled. Remus smiled fondly at him. When Sirius stopped shouting to catch his breath, he looked at Harry and grinned at Harry’s cuteness.
At the end of the match, Sirius took Harry to see the players up close. The players, enchanted by the adorable Harry, obligingly held him as Remus snapped a picture. Sirius had the picture autographed by Dragomir Gorgovitch, and framed it, putting it in the living room.
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At 7 years old, Harry was the best at Quidditch in the small family. Sirius had gotten Harry a Snitch for his birthday. Harry played with it, letting it fly and catching it on his broom. He was an expert flier gifted with good reflexes. These were, per Sirius’ words, “inherited from his father”. Sometimes, when Harry played with the Snitch, throwing it carelessly into the air, Sirius and Remus would remember James. For a few moments, Harry’s eye colour would seem wrong, and they would retreat to their room, stricken by painful memories.
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So, it was no surprise when Harry, at 11 years old, was the best flier in his class. Sirius wanted to go to all his matches because “He’s the youngest seeker in a CENTURY, Moony! He’s made his father proud! I HAVE to--” “No, for the last time, Pads, you. Are. Not. Going. To. Harry’s. Matches. Who knows what you’d get up to there,” he said reprovingly. And that was the end of it.
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This was Part 2 of the previous fanfic
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Part 3 is the last part, and it will be updated later on today
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It was written by me, and I hope you liked it!
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