"As you know Flint was made captain of the Slytherin team last year" Professor Dumbledore explained."He's just the build for a Seeker, too," said Flint, now walking around Harry and staring at him. "Light.. speedy... we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor.. a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say." "I shall speak to his Mother and see if she can supply one. Everyone knows, we need a much better team than last bloody year" Professor Snape sighed knowing he had no choice now, not only could he not fight Dumbledore but Harry looked so happy he couldn't break his nephews heart. He looked firmly over over at the jumping first year."I want to hear you're training hard, Riddle, or I may change my mind about punishing you despite Albus’ interference."　　"Yes professor" Harry nodded trying to remain serious while still waving happily to Marcus as he left talking to himself about their first training session. Harry grinned up at professor Dumbledore. "thank you headmaster" he said softly, he understood the old man's train of thought. The old man clearly thought that if Hartford was playing Quidditch and continuing his excellent studies he wouldn't have time to become the evil that "was’ his Father. That alone made him smirk internally his Father was as strong as the day he started his mission. But he also knew that he could play this game, he could play Dumbledore like a flute, be the perfect student that Dumbles could save like he couldn't save his Father. "WHERE IS HE?!" Potter screamed as he barged in as loudly as he could. "What do you want Potter" Severus sneered slipping into his dour potions master persona easily.