RF_Axel

In an alternate universe of Harry Potter, Ezekiel Cassian Malverne—a brilliant, ambitious, and powerful heir of the prestigious Malverne family—begins his journey at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Born into one of the richest and most politically influential families of the Sacred 28.
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The Lord of Ice and Magic

The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as the Quidditch match between the Falmouth Falcons and Montrose Magpies reached its peak. Ezekiel, now dressed in the Falcons' signature navy-blue and silver robes, hovered high above the field, his sharp gaze locked onto the action.

The Magpies were known for their aggressive playstyle, but the Falcons prided themselves on their unyielding defense. Despite the pressure, Ezekiel felt exhilarated—this was where he belonged.

The Quaffle was in play. Ezekiel dived sharply, slipping past a Montrose Chaser before intercepting a pass. With unparalleled speed, he maneuvered through the air, dodging a Bludger sent his way.

In the VIP stands, Daphne and Fleur watched intently.

"He makes it look so easy," Fleur murmured, eyes fixed on him.

Daphne smirked. "That's because he's the best."

The Falcons' Keeper, Callum Warrington, sent a long pass back to Ezekiel. With a sharp feint, he tricked the Magpies' defenders and hurled the Quaffle toward the goalposts—it sailed through the left hoop!

"MALVERNE SCORES AGAIN! THAT'S HIS FOURTH GOAL THIS MATCH!" The commentator's voice boomed across the stadium.

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Ezekiel grinned as he pumped a fist in the air.

The game raged on, but the Falcons held a strong lead, thanks in no small part to Ezekiel's plays. After a grueling hour, their Seeker finally caught the Snitch, sealing their victory.

The stadium exploded with applause as Ezekiel and his teammates descended to the ground, congratulating each other.

After the match, Ezekiel was surrounded by reporters, eager to capture his thoughts on his record-breaking debut.

"Lord Ravenclaw, youngest professional Chaser in history—how does it feel?" one journalist asked.

Ezekiel smirked. "It feels like the beginning of something great."

Another reporter stepped forward. "Your performance was spectacular! Do you think you'll be able to keep up this momentum?"

"I'm just getting started," Ezekiel replied confidently.

Meanwhile, in the stands, his family and friends were beaming with pride.

Daphne hugged Alys, who was cheering excitedly. "He really is incredible."

Fleur smiled. "He was born for this."

That evening, after the team's victory celebration, Ezekiel returned to his private room, where Daphne and Fleur were waiting.

"You were amazing," Daphne said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Fleur stepped closer, her blue eyes shining. "A true champion."

Ezekiel grinned. "I couldn't have done it without my biggest supporters."

The night ended with laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered promises—a celebration in their own way.

Ezekiel had made history, but this was only the beginning.

A Star is Born