HARRY POTTER :flash forward.

"In third year, first game, I was attacked by dementors and knocked out. I feel about five hundred feet, but Dumbledore managed to tag me with an Arrest Motion charm while I was falling, and someone else cast a cushioning charm on the ground directly under me. I woke up in the infirmary. In the second game, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle attempted to sabotage my broom. It nearly worked, too. But, Hermione was able to stop them before they were successful. And in the third game, I ended up bruised and a little bloody as the Slytherins played really rough. That was a short few hours in the infirmary.

"Of course, this year, Quidditch was cancelled due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I wanted to organise a few pick-up games but that's when Hermione, with Daphne backing her, put her foot down. Her argument is that since I've gotten hurt so much, and that Madam Pomfrey has even put a bronze plaque up over one of the beds with my name on it stating that bed is reserved for my personal use, it's time I hung my Quidditch armour up. Plus, with the re-sort, I can no longer be the seeker for the Lions. And they both say it wouldn't be fair to Cho Chang to knock her off her slot as seeker for the Ravens, if I wanted to play for the Ravenclaw team.

"Besides, she thinks I've already got enough opportunities to get hurt by being in the Tournament. She also added that, if I get hurt playing Quidditch, that could jeopardise me being well enough for any of the events of the Tournament. That would put my magic at risk for not being able to compete."

"You have a bed with your name on it?" asked a chuckling Sirius. "You're more like your father than you think. I think he had a similar plaque over a bed."

"I'm still allowed to ride my broom, though," said Harry. "I think they've decided they can only push it so far before I'd baulk. Besides, I really only played seeker for something to do while riding my broom. Even now I take a snitch out with me when I ride at the pitch; and just practice chasing it down. I think they know I still pull the dangerous moves but justify it to themselves by way of; if they can't see it, it doesn't happen."

"Maybe we should think about finding you a different sport, Harry," mused Ant. "I'd like to take you out, next summer, down to the range I'm a member of; to see what you're like handling a shotgun."

"And to the golfing range," added Matthias. "I'd like it if my son-in-law enjoyed whacking a little white ball and walking for a few hours with me. It'll give us a chance to talk, occasionally."

Surprised at the offers, Harry was quite moved and replied, "Thank you. Yeah. Thank you, both. I'd like to try both, if you don't mind." "We can do that," replied Ant.

"Besides," said Harry, with a wry grin. "I think a muggle shotgun would be a wonderful weapon to use against Death Eaters who're trying to kill me."

Three hours later, Harry hurried upstairs to 'his' room to get changed. When he walked in the door, he could see his formal robes for the Ball were already laid out; including his accessories, underwear, shoes and socks.

A quick shower and dry, shave and teeth brushing and he was ready quite quickly and early.

When he returned downstairs, Sirius was the first to stand to greet him. "Looking suave there, Pup." His godfather then walked across and adjusted a few things before stepping back to take another look. "Yeah, looking good."

"I think there's going to be quite a few young witches who're going to be quite jealous of our Daphne and Hermione," said Matthias.

The men teased him for a little while longer before both fathers were called upstairs. A minute later they were each leading their daughters back downstairs.

Harry took one look at his girls and forgot to breathe.

He just stood there, not realising his mouth was agape until his godfather reached across and used a finger to push his jaw closed. That's when he discovered he was quite light-headed from lack of oxygen. He swayed a little before stepping forward. "You both look... divine!" he softly told them.

Daphne was wearing a shimmering green dress with one bare shoulder. It hugged her torso to low on the hips before it was met with a gathering of material that fell as a loose skirt to the ankle. The entire dress was trimmed with very fine silver beading. With her hair done up in soft waves the jewellery Harry bought her for Christmas accessorised it all perfectly. She held in her gloved hand a small silver clutch purse.

Hermione was wearing a similar style dress. However her bodice had both shoulders covered, sleeveless and with a modestly plunging neckline in silver with emerald highlights, before it ended with a similar flare at the hips akin to Daphne's, also dropping as a skirt to the ankle. Unlike Daphne she showed just the hint of cleavage between her breasts. Her hair was in a similar style but was shaped with soft curls to drop over one shoulder. She, too, was carrying a similar clutch purse in a gloved hand and was wearing the jewellery Harry bought her for Christmas. Again, they were perfect on her.

The three stood for photographs, for a little while, before Matthias said, "You'll need to go beyond the wards before your portkey will work. I'd say Floo to the Three Broomsticks first; but, you don't want to get any soot on you."

"I had Mikey clear a patch of path on the other side of the front gate, a little while ago," said Deece. Jelly and Mikey will elf apparate you to that spot and you can portkey from there."

With about a minute to go, Matthias and Ant brought capes they'd been carrying forward and helped the girls put them on. With last minute kisses on cheeks and handshakes, the Greengrass house elves popped the three teens to just the other side of the main gate.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the rope portkey, holding it out for the other two to grab hold.

"Remember," Hermione said to him. "Just as the portkey is about to stop make sure you're turned in the direction of the spin, and be ready to run a little. That way you won't end up sprawled across the floor of the Entrance Hall."

Harry grinned back, just as he felt the hook behind the navel feeling of an activated portkey. The portkey didn't have them arriving in the Entrance Hall, as Harry expected. Instead, they arrived in the antechamber where the first years waited before the sorting. Professor McGonagall was there to greet them.

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