Author's note: Holla. I'm back from these grueling weeks and I probably won't be back before Christmas, so here's a truly sporadic update for you all. Thank you everyone for reading, faving, and reviewing. Doremi: ha ha I didn't think Oga'd sound like an old pervert. But no, I intended him to be Furuichi's age in that chapter, hence the 'friend' thing, but I guess it didn't come across well enough XD. This chapter is a continuation of the Harry Potter universe with a truly Slytherin Furuichi. Enjoy.

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Twenty second moment: Sacrifice

It was a moment to remember. Every pair of eyes on the court was on the Seeker, who whizzed between the players like a sparrow with her indomitable grace and her brilliant hair, when there was a loud growl followed by a thud that resounded even over the deafening cheering. The Griffindor Beater, a first year kid with eyes aimed solidly forward, had sent a Bludger straight into the Slytherin benches.

The cheers all died down as the sounds of smashing bones rang through the air like church bells. A white-haired Slytherin first year was said to have a whole set of ribs shattered like glass.

So maybe that was how Oga Tatsumi had earned the resentment of every single Slytherin and the trepidation from almost everyone else in school. No one had questioned why the Bludger made the curve it did before crashing into the Slytherin benches, or why it had seemed to accelerate towards the end of its trajectory. Oga Tatsumi was a violent kid; that everyone at Hogwarts knew.

What they didn't know, however, was the fact that Oga Tatsumi had visited that white-haired kid every single day he spent in the infirmary, or the fact that Oga Tatsumi had looked like he was about to cry every time he thought the Slytherin wasn't looking.

'Hey, it's alright. It's not your fault. I'm not gonna blame it on you and leave like everyone else does.' Takayuki said, a gentle smile on his face. It wasn't much, but his smile widened as Oga's shoulders relaxed just that tiny bit.

With the help of Madame Ikagura's potions, Takayuki recovered in a week with no complication whatsoever, but the trauma had ended his prospective career as a Quidditch player when he withdrew his application form to the Slytherin team almost immediately afterwards. Oga Tatsumi had said nothing, but from then on people started seeing the two kids almost joint at the hips every minute of the day. They looked happy enough, so perhaps it was for the best after all; Oga Tatsumi would never have made a friend with his violent ways anyway, right?

It was a moment to remember, Takayuki mused as he watched Oga played against the Ravenclaws. No one had seen him coming to the storage to retrieve the Accio hex he had placed on that Bludger, removing the evidence and all that. But what a genius he was, because what was a set of ribs worth anyway, when Oga would remember why Takayuki was on the bench cheering for him instead of playing his own game every time their eyes met across the court.

Takayuki looked up and cheered as Oga knocked another Ravenclaw off her broom with a well-placed hit. The boy inclined his head and caught Takayuki's gaze. In an infinitesimally small part of a second, Takayuki swore he could see Oga Tatsumi blush.