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"Dialogue"
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-Author notes-
Chapter 80: The banned move
"And another one! That makes this ten to zero!" James chuckled.
"That's not fair, you two are grown-ups!" Lyra huffed.
The next morning, their father called him and his sister to have a fun Quidditch game in the backyard.
It was a two versus two, so both teams played as chasers, and they had no keeper and no beaters.
Remus was not incredible by any means, but he was not a bad flyer either. After all, the man worked for the Numbus company, traveling around the world and making deals to sell brooms.
He was also using a prototype of the Nimbus 2100, a broom that would not appear on the market for a few more months.
His father James however, was still an amazing player. Even though he doesn't play much anymore, he still remains very close to the level of the professionals. If he never became interested in becoming an Auror, he could have definitely had a future in the big leagues.
On the other team were only Lyra and Harry.
Lyra had a talent for flying but was still a beginner.
And Harry wasn't trying too hard at the moment, he just enjoyed the feeling of flying around in peace.
"Come on, Harry!. We have to at least score one point against those two!" Lyra exclaimed.
Harry grinned.
"Okay, let's do one point to shut them up."
He could not deny that request.
"Fly up to there and pass me the quaffle." Harry pointed.
Lyra nodded and got ready.
"Okay, let's go!" Harry warned the other player to get ready.
Lyra flew very quickly to the left side of the field.
Remus was getting close to her when she threw the ball toward Harry.
Remus turned around and flew at him.
Harry grabbed the quaffle and held it under his arm. When Remus tried to approach him, Harry spun around and passed beneath his uncle before shooting forward.
His father was waiting for him near the goal ring. Passing by him would not be easy so Harry decided not to try.
He made an emergency stop before throwing the ball up in the air.
This took James by surprise. He looked up, trying to locate the ball but by then, Harry was already flying again.
Harry made a vertical spin and hit the quaffle with the back of his broom, propelling the ball forward and scoring a point.
"what the…" James stood there, baffled at what he saw.
"Harry, how did you do that?" Remus approached.
"Yes!, take that!." Lyra came screaming.
"That was amazing, Harry!".
"That was quite impressive…I don't know how did you made that broom move so fast." James said.
"I gave it a small kick." Harry said.
Remus and James faces changed.
"Harry, please tell me you didn't channel more magic to the broom. " Said Remus.
"Harry, that's very dangerous" James scolded him.
"Why? what did he do?" Lyra was confused.
"How do I explain this?...when you learn how to use your wand, you are going to learn how to channel your own magic through the wand while you say the words and make the wand movements." Said James.
"I know about that!, that's the most basic stuff!" Lyra huffed.
"Wait, so you are saying that Harry used the magic broom as if it was a wand?"
"Something like that…brooms absorb a very small amount of magic as you fly. This is done automatically by the rune cluster inscribed on the wood. But if you manually add more magic…is possible to make the brook travel faster for a short period of time." Remus explained.
"Then what's the problem?" Lyra did not understand why they were upset. It seemed like Harry had done something admirable.
"The problem is that the broom has no core to store the magic, it all goes to the rune cluster and this one is very easy to burn down. If you burn down the runes, then your flying broom becomes a regular broom." It was Harry the one who explained it.
"And you fall…" Added Lyra.
"So you knew how dangerous it was." James glanced at him.
"Is not to bad if you only do it for a second." Harry shrugged.
"Harry, there is a good reason that tactic is banned from professionals. quidditch. People have died in the past for doing that." Explain Remus.
"Okay, I get it. Why don't we end the game here? Lyra asked me to score one point and that is done. We can take a break now." Harry did not feel like arguing about flying safety with his father and uncle.
"Yes, let's do that. We should get cleaned up before lunch," said James.
"Ah, Harry," Remus called him.
"Are you excited about your twelve birthday?. Is there something in particular you want as a present?"
"Are you going to give him a vampire tunic or something?" Lyra asked. She was still bitter about her souvenir.
Remus chuckled.
"No…that would make him look like Snape."
"Haha! Yeah. I bet that's where he gets those ugly robes he always wears." James laughed.
"There is nothing in particular that I need, Uncle Remus."
"Well, it is difficult to give a good to those who need nothing," Remus said.
"I would like some more earnings." Lyra chipped in.
"You just got those!" James pointed.
"Hehe, I'll remember it for your birthday, Lyra. I promise."