Chapter 68:
Sirius's eye lit up with glee. "That's great, Harry! I loved quidditch when I was at school; me and your father were on the team. I was a beater and your dad was a chaser. He was captain as well in our 6th year," Sirius said, excitedly taking Harry's hand and pulling him through the crowd and into the shop.
The shop was not that busy inside, however there was a familiar family standing by the counter. The door had opened with a bell, meaning that when Harry had observed the shop's occupants, he had met the eyes of Lucius Malfoy, who had looked up at the sound.
Harry remembered how Draco had bought the entire Slytherin team new brooms and wondered if the boy would do so again. The boy didn't really need to; he was a fantastic seeker, he didn't need to resort to bribery.
Sirius saw the Malfoys and frowned, probably conflicted by his lack of compulsions warring with his own memories and possible regrets.
Harry gave his hand a tight squeeze before he pulled free.
Lucius, with approached behind them.
Narcissa the pair,
on his arm, Draco trailing
"Harrison," the blond said to Harry, giving the boy a nod, before he turned to Sirius. "Might I offer my congratulations on claiming your title, Lord Black," he said, offering his hand. The gesture was not lost on either Harry or Sirius: Lucius was offering his friendship, or more likely, a political alliance. Harry wasn't sure if Sirius would take it; he knew Sirius had probably fought the man during the last war and he wouldn't hold it against him if he held onto his resentment.