"Move it, hurry up move along." A commanding voice reached the ears of the seven Slytherin first years in the stands."Father, Mother!" Draco squeaked in shock before he jumped up to hug his parents, Lucius Malfoy was an intimidating man, standing strong at 5’9 feet. He was pale skinned, his oval face with a pointed features, his long white blonde hair tied back. Narcissa Malfoy smiling as she held her son again, her 5’6 frame enveloping Draco. Her straight honey blonde hair framing her wide heart shaped face, cool grey eyes sparkling with love and excitement, the same grey eyes dominate in the Black blood, the same as her three sisters. "Mother" Hermione proclaimed in happiness as she hugged her Mother, Cassiopeia Riddle. Her wispy dark blonde hair in beautiful ringlets, her own grey eyes alight much like her sisters, her triangular face stretched in a wide grin."Hermione dear? Have you met my friend Dion from France?" Narcissa interrupted with a wink as she stood aside to show the man behind her, causing Hermione to gasp in happiness. Tom was an extremely handsome man since he had returned to his body and away from the snake-like figure he was becoming from all the rituals to create his Horcruxes. He had an almost imperial beauty, he resembled a Pharaoh with a sharp and narrow chin and a wider forehead. High cheekbones and a dangerous smirk that could bring the strongest Witch or Wizard to their knees. A broad and strong nose sat in the middle of his face, without overtaking his features. Thick black hair, framed his cheeks. It was straight and longer at the front but messily pushed back, a five o’clock shadow framed his jaw and adam’s apple. His threatening red eyes glamoured as a teal blue, overall he looked like Tom Riddle of his youth, but different enough that immediate recognition would not happen, leaving him to plot his plans still. But even if he had been under a strong glamour or even polyjuice, Hermione still would’ve recognized her Father’s magic immediately. Slowly as to not bring bring them more attention than necessary she hugged him tightly. "I have missed you Father" she whispered as quietly as she could"I have missed you as well my fille des ténèbres" he whispered wrapping his arms around her tightly. "But really? Dion? With all the French names in the world you went with the one that was taken from Dionysus?" Hermione asked holding back her laughter receiving a glare from the man and a snort of laughter from her Mother. "I had forgotten what it's like watching a game and being in the crowd." Lucius commented as the crowd yelled out again. "No sign of the Snitch yet?" The Dark Lord asked. "Nope," said Draco his eyes trained on his cousin. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."Keeping out of trouble, that's something," Cassiopeia said, her sister nodded in agreement while raising her expensive binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch, this was part of his and team's game plan.　"Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch," Marcus had said in the locker room. When Marcus had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let off his feelings. Now he was back to staring around for the snitch, once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys" wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Rhys Colton came chasing after it."Alright there, Harry?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously towards one of the Weasley twins."Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the goal, and.. NO! With a quick pass over to Chaser Montague Slytherin scores again" Lee grumbled."Wait is that the Snitch?" Lee cried a murmur ran through the crowd as everyone watched as, Harry in, a great rush of excitement dived downward after the streak of gold. Gryffindor Seeker was 7th year Max Jordan, who Harry had only just realized must Lee’s older brother. He had only joined this year like Harry, and had seen the snitch, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch, all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch. Harry was faster and lighter than Jordan... he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead, he put on an extra spurt of speed when.WHAM! A roar of disappointment echoed from the Slytherins and a cheer from the Gryffindors below as a Bludger had slammed into Harry on back of the broom and his leg... hard, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life, and also caused Jordan to swerve to the side to avoid being hit as well.