Prologue

"You really do get an awful rep."

"Oh well. Slytherin during the school year, child of Nike in the summer. Don't worry, I'm used to it."

Children of Nike have always been known for that competitive spark. That addiction to winning, and the glory and satisfaction that comes with it. They've always loved the spotlight, thought it's very rarely granted to them because of how unfair their heritage makes their advantages.

Oh course, nobody at Hogwarts knew Richard Goodwin was a child of Nike. If they had, certainly no body would've let him on to the Slytherin Quidditch team, nobody would've let him have anything to do with the house cup, and of course, nobody would've told him about the Tri Wizard Tournament.