MAROON ✵ regulus black

XLV. Fifth Year: Confessions Of Love Before Break

May 13, 1977 (Saturday)

REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK

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The rain was coming down hard now. It was the final match of the year and they were up against Slytherin. His bloody parents were here and he really just needed to win this match. Even James's parents were here because his father worked in the ministry.

It took him and Evan hours before he finally spotted the snitch in the down pour. Evan immediately flew after him. Regulus thought he was going to catch the snitch, but then it changed course and went flying straight for his face. He lost balance as he tried to duck and catch it at the same time and he went falling to the ground.

He hit the ground hard. His wrist was on fire. "And the winner of the 1977 Quidditch Cup is Slytherin!" Ezra yelled over the loudspeaker.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he clutched his wrist and the realization that he just let his team down set in.

Hezekiah rushed to his side first realizing that James and Sirius couldn't with his parents here. He could tell it was absolutely killing James not to be able to kneel by his side right now. Evan, Dorcas, and Barty all left their teams celebrating to come over to him too.

Madam Hooch came over to them next. Madam Pomfrey had already left to escort an badly injured Slytherin player to the infirmary. She held his wrist in her hand. "Can you move it, Mr. Black?"

He winced when he tried. "Barely."

"Mr. Potter will you escort your teammate to the infirmary?" She asked James.

James quickly nodded. "Yeah, of course. Can I please say hi to my parents first though?"

She gave him a nod and Regulus reluctantly followed James over to his parents. He made sure to stay back a bit though so his parents wouldn't get upset.

When he saw his parents coming toward him out of the corner of his eye he quickly spoke. "James can we please go now? My wrist hurts really fucking bad. I need ice."

Euphemia Potter gave her son a kiss on the forehead. "Go, my love. We will see you in a month."

James nodded before turning to Regulus and starting to walk towards the school. "Alright, let's go, Reggie."

Regulus ended up having a sprained wrist. Madam Pomfrey said he was lucky he hurt it the last game or he wouldn't be playing for a couple months.

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JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER

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Regardless of the fact that the Gryffindor team was all pretty upset about their loss, it was still the end of the school year party.

The yearly casanovas were about to be announced and James moved to stand by Regulus who was talking to Lily. Lily greeted him first, "Hi, James."

"Hey, Lils. Happy you aren't kissing me like you were last year?" He teased.

"Yes, but for the record that was completely your fault. You still never told me who you were trying to make jealous by the way."