Chapter 5: "The Silver Arrow's Reckoning"


The Quidditch pitch stretched out like a canvas of potential, wind whipping across the stands as Heather Potter mounted her prized Silver Arrow - a broom so rare and advanced that even professional players would have killed to own it. Unlike the standard school brooms or even the popular Nimbus models, the Silver Arrow was a masterpiece of magical engineering. Custom-crafted, with runes etched along its handle that enhanced speed, stability, and magical responsiveness. Heather had inherited it from her grandmother - a professional Quidditch player who had seen potential in her granddaughter that others missed.

Severus Snape sat rigidly in the Ravenclaw section, his dark eyes never leaving her. Beside him, Regulus Black leaned forward, equally captivated. "The Silver Arrow," Regulus whispered. "I've only read about them. They're practically legendary." Heather's flying was nothing short of mathematical poetry. Where James relied on raw talent and aggressive maneuvers, she calculated every single movement. Velocity. Wind resistance. Angle of approach. Predictive tracking of the Snitch's potential trajectories.

Suddenly, a glint of gold caught her eye. The Snitch. In a move that would be discussed for years, Heather executed a dive that seemed to defy the laws of physics and magic. The Silver Arrow cut through the air like a silver blade, her body perfectly aligned, one hand reaching out with surgical precision. Caught.

Ravenclaw: 230
Gryffindor: 10
Victory for Ravenclaw!

As she landed, Severus and Regulus both stood, applauding. Two boys. One girl. A moment of shared admiration. Meanwhile, James Potter and Sirius Black were having a very different reaction. "That's not fair!" James shouted, his face turning an alarming shade of red. "The Silver Arrow is basically cheating! No one should be able to fly like that!" Suddenly, chaos erupted.

"Levicorpus!" James Potter's voice rang out. Severus and Regulus were instantly lifted into the air, their bodies hanging upside down. Their robes fell, revealing everything in a moment of absolute humiliation. The Marauders' signature spell - designed to strip away dignity as much as clothing. Sirius strutted forward, a predatory grin spreading across his face. His eyes locked on Heather, who stood watching with a mixture of fury and calculation.

"Well," Sirius said, his voice deliberately loud enough for everyone to hear, "looks like your little admirers needed a lesson." Something inside Heather snapped. Her carefully pressed Quidditch robes - pristine white and bronze - were now ruined. Dirt streaked across the fabric, torn in strategic places from the intense match. Her pink glasses were slightly askew, a small crack forming on one lens.

"YOU!" she shouted, turning on Lily and the Marauders with a fury that made even James Potter take a step back. Heather's hand shot out - faster than anyone could react. PUNCH.
Directly to Lily's face. Then to James. "You filthy cock roaches!" she screamed. "I hope Lucius Malfoy hears about this! Every single disgusting detail!"

Sirius, thinking this was his moment, stepped forward. "Hey, about that date—" Heather whirled on him. Her eyes blazing behind her cracked pink glasses. "GET. IT. THROUGH. YOUR. THICK. SKULL." Each word was punctuated like a hammer blow. "I WOULD RATHER DATE THE GIANT SQUID THAN YOU. IF YOU WERE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH, I'D CHOOSE EXTINCTION!" With a flick of her wand, Heather gently lowered Severus and Regulus to the ground. Her magic was precise - not a jarring drop, but a soft, controlled descent that showed the same mathematical precision she'd used during her Quidditch match.

Severus landed first, his dark robes settling around him like ink spreading on parchment. Regulus followed, landing with the Black family's inherent grace. Her wand moved again - this time targeting Lily, James, and the Marauders. Not with a destructive hex, but with a complex magical binding that would prevent them from causing further trouble.

Then she turned to Severus and Regulus. "I'm tired of games," Heather said, her pink glasses now perfectly straightened. "I care about both of you. Deeply." "Together," she continued. "If you're willing. I'm not interested in choosing. You both understand me in ways no one else does."

Severus spoke first. "You've seen me when no one else would." Regulus nodded. "And protected what matters most." Their hands, almost unconsciously, reached for hers.

The pitch - moments ago a battlefield - now became something else entirely. A beginning.

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