On the following afternoon, the first years finally had the chance they were waiting for. Their first true flying lesson with brooms. Although it wasn't said that they didn't learn about the use of flying and other student that had experience before had weren't excited, but as interesting as the class was; Harry managed to get into trouble within the first thirty minutes of class and is now expecting to be expelled as he walks behind Professor McGonagall with his head down in shame.

Professor McGonagall stopped at the door to Professor Quirrell's classroom, knocked and opened the door.

"Professor Quirrell, can I borrow Wood for a moment." Professor McGonagall said to which only had lead to Professor Quirrell fainting after a quick 'eep'.

"Yes Professor? Is everything alright," a fifth-year Gryffindor said as he came into the hallway.

"Harry Potter this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found you a seeker."

"We'll finally be able to beat the Slytherin's winning streak," Oliver said looking at Harry in awe.

"I'll finally get Black's grin off of him every time his Slytherins win." Professor McGonagall said looking excited in thought.

"As long as we keep Harry away from Professor Black practices then we'll have a secret ace up are sleeves," Oliver said as he started already thinking of a plan to win.

"So I'm not going to be expelled Professor?" Harry asked looking at Professor McGonagall with pleading eyes.

"Not today Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall said with smile, "Your father would be proud."

——
Word got around quick.

Ron in the other hand was just trying to wrap his head around the idea that it actually happened, "But that's impossible; first years never make the team! You must be the youngest quidditch player-"

"In the century, according to Professor McGonagall," Harry said as he took in the notice of even more curious stare in his direction then normal.

"Hey Harry, Wood just told us." Fred said as George and him came up to Harry and Ron.

"Ruff game Quidditch."

"Brutal."

"But no ones died in years."

"Although they do vanish occasionally."

"But they turn up in a month or two." The twins said as they headed off to class getting ready to cause mischief as they pulled out a piece of old parchment but were already far away from Harry's eyes.

"I don't know Ron, what if I mess up, what if I'm no good?" Harry said not

"You wont miss up, it's in your blood." Hermione said coming up to them and taking them to the direction of the trophy room.

——
"Bloody hell, hey check this out Harry, your father won the Quidditch cup as captain twice for Gryffindor!" Ron said as he looked at the Quidditch cup with amazement as Harry came to see.

1975 Gryffindor:James Potter:Chaser
1976 Gryffindor:James Potter:Chaser

Harry couldn't help but smile; this was probably as close as Harry ever got to his father and probably ever will; he took notice of another name as well, that appeared three times just under his fathers.

1977 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker
1978 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker
1979 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

"Professor Black was a Slytherin? But his actually nice!" Ron exclaimed as he took notice of the name.

"Don't be ridiculous; just because a person is in Slytherin does not mean your destined for evil; I'm sure they put wizards in houses based on attitude and abilities," Hermione said taking look at old pictures.

"Oh really, well then Ms. Know-It-All, why does it happen that all dark wizards are from Slytherin. I can't even name a single evil wizard from another house."

"Well if it isn't Potter; it's surprising you weren't expelled but to think, they would even put you in the Quidditch team. Wait till my father here's about this," Malfoy said will a sneer as his goons came just behind.

"I prove my point."

"What do you want Malfoy," Harry said

"Oh nothing, just looking at the great Harry Potter that seems to be able to get away with anything. Bet you can't even do anything on your own."

"Like there isn't anything Harry couldn't beat you in." Ron said which seemed to be the answer Draco was looking for.

"Then it settled, we hold a duel here, tonight at two, who ever doesn't show up will immediately lose," Draco said looking smug.

"Your on."

—-
"Your going to get us in trouble," Hermione said as she followed Harry and Ron as Neville trailed along, not wanting to be left alone.

"Well it your so worried, just go back to the dorms instead of following us," Ron said which only proceeded to make Hermione redden with anger.

"We really should go back, we'll lose house points," Neville said as he quivered by each little sound.

"Or worse." Hermione stated as they got to the trophy room.

"Ha, that wimp isn't even here yet. Probably to scared to show." Ron said with a triumphant look on his face while Hermione took the time to look at the metals that caught her attention.

"Harry? Your mother's maiden name was Evans rights?," Hermione said as she looked at the Medal of Magical Merit with the name Lily Evans.

"I'm not sure, I was never really told much about my parents but I suppose. Never really knew my mother maiden name through," Harry said as he came over and saw a picture close to the medal of a pretty women with red hair.

"Please don't be sad Harry, I'm sure they're happy to know your safe. They would be happy to know you're a good person," Neville said as he noticed Harry sadden expression. "Oh look, Professor Black won a medal too!"

"Oh bloody hell! That's it's," Ron said as he started to look though the trophies.

"Ron, what are you doing?," Neville said looking at Ron who seem to be rummaging through old trophies.

"Prefect for two years, first place in the schools national dueling championship in 74, 75 & 79, Potions Championship in 74; okay, I'm impressed," Ron said looking at his Professors achievement, though it's strange; someone of his abilities shouldn't just be a teacher, although he was technically forced.

They heard a sudden movement and a soon meow that came with it.

"Oh no, it's Filch's cat!," Hermione said as she quickly hid to which the boys soon followed suite.

They hid behind the older trophies and looked at the head boy list of records to see two familiar name once more.

1978 Gryffindor:James Potter
1979 Slytherin:Regulus Black

"Bloody Hell, is there anything he can't do?!? He's even worse then Percy!" Ron cried out which had Harry and Hermione cover his mouth with a shush.

"Come on, this way," Harry said as they hid behind the suits of armor, careful not to make a sound.

To with Peeves the poltergeist, took notice of them and started to make a ruckus near there hiding place catching the attention of others patrolling the school.

"Run!" Neville said as he went off in a sprint to a corridor as the others followed till they make there way to a door.

"It won't open, it's locked." Ron said trying to open the door.

"Oh move over," Hermione said pushing Ron out of the way.

"Alohomora," Hermione said pointing her wand to the door as it unlocked letting the kid get inside.

"Alohomora?" Ron questioned to Hermione once they closed the door.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven." She replied bluntly, but by now the children took notice at the room at hand, or more like, the paw in the room that was accompanied by a very large black dog who now took notice of them and pretty sound; they scream.

They quickly got out of the room, holding back the door to stop the creature from getting through shutting it back tight as the dog continued to beat on it.

"Mister Potter, Mister Weasley. Mister Longbottom and Miss Granger too! Why are you four out this late!"

Extra
•I imagine Professor Quirrell pretending to be even more fearful because not only does he have Severus to worry about but Regulus too.

•Regulus offers in helping the Quidditch player in all the houses which only makes that games more intense, of course Wood doesn't want to let any of the Gryffindor team go because the 'enemies' will see.

• Whatever house wins the Quidditch cup Regulus wears the team color the next day; the other teachers go along with it to and McGonagall in upset because she hasn't had the chance to wear read in years.