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“I take the vow as Dauntless, to protect this city and its inhabitants. I take this vow as a soldier, and as a member of the brave. I swear on my very life to protect those who can’t themselves, and those who can anyways”
-The Dauntless vow
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“What is this?” Minerva asked, looking into the sky. Harry was sitting on an old Cleansweep, rocking back and forth as he waited. “Yes, what are you doing, Xiomera?” Severus’s silky voice glided up behind the elderly woman. The sapphic Quidditch master only grinned, holding her own Cleansweep in one hand and a straining Bludger with the other. Her forearms flexed as she fought to keep the object by her side. “Harry’s a natural flyer. And a natural player! He’s got the agility for a seeker, the strength of a beater, and better instincts than our best chaser! Watch!” Without warning, she released the Bludger. Harry, who had been surveying the group, faced toward and kicked his broom into gear, leaning forward as he dodged the flying ball of metal, a look of concentration on his face. Minerva watched in half trepidation, half awe, as he looped around the goal posts before hurtling towards the ground and pulling up, managing to confuse the flying cannonball briefly.
She looked back to Xiomera, just as Filius and Pomona entered the scene and the Quidditch coach threw the Quaffle at Harry, who swooped down and caught it before twirling away to avoid the Bludger hurtling at him at breakneck speed. With the grace of a seasoned Beater, despite being the former Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, Xiomera managed to swipe up a beater bat and swat it away before it collided with the Quidditch supply kit laying open on the ground. The hawk-eyed woman turned to the two newcomers. "Hello Filius, Pomona! I was teaching Harry how to play Quidditch- didn't expect an audience," she winked at Pomona, before turning again to look at Harry, who swerved to his right and threw the Quaffle, looping to the otherside of the hoops to catch it.