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Can I call you Dad?
Prologue
"AND THE QUAFFLE IS STOLEN BY JOHNSON! SHE'S OFF WITH MANNING ON HER BROOM TAIL! WHAT IS THIS?" the commentary was momentarily interrupted.
"JOHNSON IS KNOCKED OUT OF THE WAY BY THE SLYTHERIN CHASER! BOOO! HISS!"
"JORDEN!" Professor McGonagall could be heard over the magical sound system.
"SORRY! AH, JOHNSON MAKES A SCORE! IT IS NOW GRYFFINDOR – 60 AND SLYTHERIN – 5, WHAT IS THIS? POTTER HAS SEEN THE SNITCH! WITH HIS NEW BROOM – THE FIREBOLT – HE'S GONE AFTER IT! GET IT POTTER!"
Harry James Potter loved Quidditch, and indeed he had seen the Golden Snitch and he was racing Draco Malfoy with it. Of course, Malfoy stood no chance in heaven or hell of getting the Snitch! The Firebolt was the fasted broom on the market and the official broom of the professional Quidditch teams.
The Snitch decided to go with gravity, Harry followed it into a dive, Malfoy hot on his heels! The dive became more pronounced, and the feelings of crashing at any moment almost made Harry pull out of the dive; but he wasn't going to let Malfoy win!
It was close; it almost took forever, but in the end…Harry caught the Snitch and the game was over! It was over and his team was celebrating, along with the rest of Gryffindor house! HufflePuff and Ravenclaw were celebrating the defeat of Slytherin and all was well. Especially when Uncle Moony (Professor Lupin) made his way through the crowd in order to congratulate Harry.
"That was marvelous! I almost died when I realized you weren't going to pull out of the dive till you had gotten the Snitch," the Professor yelled over the excited students.
"I guess I'm more like my Dad on the Quidditch field than in class," Harry smiled.
"James would be proud, and I can tell you that Sirius deffinantly is!"
"And you?"
"I'm always proud of you…" Professor Lupin smiled. Then Harry was swept away by his classmates to a party in Gryffindor tower.
"What is this about? What is this about Harry Potter?" Fudge raged as he flooed into Dumbledore's office.
"Cornelius, what are you talking about?" Albus asked.
"This!" and with a resounding slap on the desk….a file of adoption papers were thrown onto the desk. Albus Dumbledore looked at it, read it through, and then called for Professor Lupin and Harry James Potter-Black.
A/N – I have this thing about Prologues, I think they should be short; prologues just launch the plot and stuff. Please review! I love you all!
Ta,
Poppy