The days leading up to the final match passed in a blur of whispers, rumors, and barely contained excitement.
Everyone knew what was coming.
Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff.
Harry Potter vs Lucien Potter.
Brother against brother—though neither of them saw it that way.
The Final Match
The Quidditch pitch roared as the teams took the air.
Lucien adjusted his grip on the broom, eyes sharp but smiling.
Across the field, Harry hovered tensely, shoulders stiff with pressure.
Relax, Lucien thought fondly. Just play.
The whistle blew.
And chaos exploded.
Hufflepuff Takes Control
Within the first five minutes, Lucien scored.
Then again.
And again.
In twenty minutes, Lucien had scored twelve goals.
Score: 120–10. Hufflepuff leading.
The Gryffindor stands fell unnervingly quiet.
Oliver Wood looked like he was rethinking every life decision that had led him here.
Lucien glanced toward Cedric and sent quick hand signals.
Two Beaters, one Chaser: keep pressure on Harry—but don't hurt him Cedric: find the Snitch, but keep an eye on Harry Captain: rotate with me—we score together
Perfect coordination.
Hufflepuff moved like a single organism.
Gryffindor Struggles
Wood barked orders.
"BLOCK THEM! DO SOMETHING!"
The Gryffindor Beaters charged—but Lucien slipped past them effortlessly, spinning mid-air with maddening ease.
The Weasley twins tried a risky intercept, nearly colliding with the Hufflepuff captain.
Instead of panicking, the captain smiled at them.
That alone confused them enough to miss their timing.
Then—
The Hufflepuff captain threw the Quaffle straight up.
Gasps echoed.
Lucien surged forward.
He leapt from his broom, twisting mid-air, and kicked the Quaffle with perfect precision.
GOAL.
The stadium erupted.
Even Gryffindor students stared in stunned silence.
Some—traitors to their own house—started cheering.
The Endgame
Cedric spotted the Snitch.
It darted low.
Harry saw him move and chased—but a Hufflepuff Chaser cut him off cleanly, not rough, just enough to slow him.
Lucien scored one last goal.
Score: 350–50.
Then—
Cedric dove.
Golden flash.
SNITCH CAUGHT.
The whistle screamed.
Victory
Hufflepuff wins. 350 to 50.
The stands exploded.
Lucien and Cedric collided mid-air in a celebratory high five, laughing.
Lucien landed and clasped hands with the Hufflepuff captain—mutual respect, no words needed.
The Hufflepuff team was swarmed, their name instantly etched into Hogwarts history for pure teamwork, not brute force.
👬 Brothers
Harry approached Lucien, slightly breathless, but smiling.
"That was… insane," Harry admitted. "Good match."
Lucien ruffled his brother's hair.
"You did great," he said honestly. "Pressure just makes things harder. You'll get used to it."
The Weasley twins appeared seconds later.
"Brilliant flying," Fred said.
"Absolutely mental," George added. "That kick? Legendary."
Lucien chuckled.
Above them, yellow banners waved proudly.
For the first time in a long time, Hufflepuff wasn't just loyal and kind.
They were dominant.
And at the center of it all—
Lucien Potter smiled, content, already thinking three steps ahead.