This'll be a breeze!!

“I’m telling you! Flying on a broom is absolutely wicked!” Ron told us excitedly as we all walked to our first flying class, it was a clear day so I was already feeling pretty good, but what I really wanted to see was if flying on a broom is anything like riding a bike.

Now you’re going to torture me with this.

‘Chat! I’m offended’

Couldn’t care less, or did you forget how we both ended up in this world huh?

Ignoring Chat, I focused on Hermione, Ron and Harry who were still talking about quidditch.

“Do you fly a lot at your home?” Hermione asked Ron, who’s entire face lit up. “Oh yes! My brother Charlie was the quidditch captain. The twins are on the quidditch team too, they are beaters! And they are very good too! So in the holidays we regularly go for a quick fly every now and then in our yard.” Harry and I shared a quick look and we both got to the same conclusion, the guy was a fanatic. And a pretty big one at that.

“And what position do you want to play?” Harry asked Ron, who suddenly got a little contemplative.

“I think keeper, I would be a very good keeper.” he said with certainty and a big smile

“And pray tell why would you be a good keeper.” I asked with a small chuckle

“Well Charlie was a seeker, bill was a chaser, both twins are beaters, so that leaves the position of keeper for me.”

“So the entire decision is by process of elimination, great. And what about your sister?” I asked again 

“Oh she will definitely be a seeker or a chaser! She is a demon on the broom!” it was said with such certainty that none of us even questioned it. When we reached the lawn we saw many Slytherins just happily mingling amongst one another, while many Gryffindors were standing away. 

A few minutes later madam Hooch came and started the class, she got us all standing in two files and then told us to call the broom to us, harry and Ron got their brooms up with in the first try, and slowly rest of the class got it as well, however I was facing some sort of problem, finally after even Neville got it I simply summoned the fucking thing. “Accio broom” and suddenly the broom snapped into my hand, after which I got ready on the broom. 

And then at madam hooch’s command we all slowly started to rise up, it felt a bit weird, sitting on a thick stick which was slowly gaining height, but it was manageable, now I can understand why there are foot rests on nimbus and firebolts. Slowly all of us started to float around on our brooms, around the pitch when we heard Neville lose control of his broom. Looking at him I could see that the broom was too jerky, I'm sure it was a faulty broom.

“Mr. Longbottom! Hold it steady! Gently, gently!” Madam Hooch was trying to contain the situation but the broom suddenly slammed Neville into a wall and then he fell on the ground WHAM — a thud and a nasty crack. and Neville lay face down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest, before it could go out of our sight I quickly summoned it back and saw all the bends and cracks on the on the main body, the bristles at the end were in very bad condition too. 

Madam Hooch was standing over Neville, looking over him in concern. “Broken wrist,” We heard her mutter. “Come on, boy — it’s all right, up you get.” She turned to the rest of the class. “None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you’ll be out of Hogwarts before you can say ‘Quidditch.’ Come on, dear.” 

Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.  

The moment she was out of our sight Malfoy started tossing Neville's remembrall up and down. “It’s a shame he fell, flying is a very necessary skill that one should have.” he said with a neutral face, and that's it. No name calling, no sneering, nothing. Instead he looked almost sorry for him.

“It’s not the end of the world,” I said as I came forward with the broom still in my hand. “We just need to get him a better broom,” I told him as I tossed him the broom. “This one is malfunctioning.” instead of catching the broom Malfoy just raised his hand and levitated the broom in front of him. Okay, that is very suspicious. Right? I’m not the crazy one here right?! ‘No you’re not’

“Faulty equipment,” he said as he grabbed the broom and inspected it, then with an expression of distaste he tossed it behind him. “I will talk to my father about this. Here” he said tossing Lavender the remembrall. “Return this to Neville.” and with that he just went and gently started talking to Daphne and Tracy.

‘There's something definitely fishy about this one.’ I thought about Draco, but soon madam hooch returned and once again we began our flying lesson. 

Flying on a broom was somewhat close to riding on a bike but it was definitely more uncomfortable than a bike. I was used to riding cruiser bikes, like my Royal Enfield and which was a much more relaxed ride than this, a broom was definitely smoother, but thirty minutes on this stick and I will develop a slip disc. But not everyone agreed with me. 

“I really love flying!” Harry screamed the moment we were dismissed from the class, 

“You know your father was on the team, he was a chaser.” Hermione gently told Harry who suddenly stopped and then his face split into a big smile “Really?”

“There’s a trophy with his name on it in the trophy room.” and soon we were all standing in the trophy room looking at the quidditch trophies. I however was a lot more focused on the trophy awarded for the special services to school, particularly one belonging to Tom Riddle.

‘We have to get Hagrid's name cleared’

Another thing Albus needs to answer for

On Halloween morning we woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. That morning, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something Harry, Hermione and I've already mastered, but it would definitely be fun to watch others get used to the spell. Professor Flitwick put the class into pairs to practise. Harry’s partner was Seamus Finnigan. Ron was working with Hermione and I was working with Hannah Abbott. 

“Now, don’t forget that nice wrist movement we’ve been practising!” squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. “Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too — never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said ‘s’ instead of ‘f’ and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest.” I still don’t understand that reference, like what is he trying to say?

He means don’t mispronounce the letter, otherwise the meaning can change drastically. It’s like travelling through the floo network, you need to properly specify what you want to do.

Why is magic like this?

It’s not about magic, it’s a crutch, just like a wand. Saying the incantation out loud helps children, nothing else.

I saw Harry whisper the spell and then suddenly his feather started floating in the air. Hermione and I soon followed by making our feathers float too, for which flitwick awarded us all ten points and lots of praise.

All three of us were already done, so we just sat back and watched Flitwick who was squeaking and jumping around the class singing our praises and helping others. Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and set fire to it — Harry had to put it out with a quick wind spell which got him additional ten points. 

Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck. “Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill. “You’re saying it wrong,” I heard Hermione reprimanding him gently. “It’s Wing-gardium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.” 

“You do it, then, if you’re so clever,” Ron snarled. Hermione rolled her eyes at him, “I've been doing it this entire time you doughnut.” she simply flicked her wand, and said, “Wingardium Leviosa!” Their feathers rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads. “Oh, well done again Ms. Granger!” cried Professor Flitwick, clapping.

After the class I said a quick goodbye to Hanna and left with Hermione. We were walking behind everyone, still playing with the feathers. Hermione was floating her feather above our head when we heard Ron “It’s no wonder no one can stand her,” he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, “she’s a nightmare, honestly.” suddenly harry stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Ron with the amount of hatred that’ll make voldy scared “Excuse me?” he asked in a very menacing tone, fearing the worst, Hermione and I quickly moved forward to handle the situation but the walking anal seepage again opened his mouth “Apart from you and Fall she’s got no friends. And it’s no secret why, right?” I could see Harry was about to release hell on Ron so I quickly shoved Hermione at Harry “Both of you, go ahead. I need to talk to this carrot topped fucker.” I told them both, and finally Hermione dragged Harry away with her. 

The moment everyone was gone and the hall was empty I tightly grabbed Ron's shoulder and started dragging him with me. “Weasley, you just hurt my sister. You should be very grateful that she was there when you started spewing all that nonsense.” While I was telling him this I started making the environment around us chilly and dense. “because if it wasn't for her you’d be dead already. But if I ever hear you trying to say anything that remotely hurts her, then I'll end your life in such a manner that your family won’t even find your body to bury in a casket. Do you understand?” I asked him very calmly, but it was obvious that the chilly environment and me squeezing his shoulder was not helping. But nevertheless he quickly nodded. “Good. Now I'll be going to our dorm room from here. to put these books back and then I'll meet Hermione and Harry, and if you’ve not apologised to her by that point, then you won’t be able to play quidditch in the foreseeable future. Alright?” I asked him again, this time there were tears in his eyes so gently patted him on his back “Ron give me an indication, do you understand?” I asked again and he jerkily nodded his head and a few tears spilled from his eyes. “Then I'll see you later Ron.” I said cheerfully and walked away from him.

You left him intact. I was not expecting that

‘He’s just a child, I won’t hurt a child because if this’

Yeah you won’t hurt a child, just traumatise him.

‘It’s better than nothing.’

After putting my books back in my trunk, I headed towards my next class. At the end of the day everyone reached great hall for the feast where I sat beside Hermione and harry, I saw that Ron was nowhere in sight. “You alright?” I asked Hermione, who just gave me a small smile and nodded her head.

“I’m alright, you really scared him there. Harry’s still very angry with him.” Harry made an expression at this which screamed ‘obviously!’ so I just laughed and said “For some reason I can't find it in me to care about it.”

Suddenly a thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it had at the start-of-term banquet. 

I was just about to finish my cup of tea when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore’s chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, “Troll — in the dungeons — thought you ought to know.” He then sank to the floor in a dead faint. 

There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore’s wand to bring silence. “Prefects,” he rumbled, “lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!” Percy was in his element. “Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I’m a prefect!” 

suddenly the the big doors of the great hall slammed shut and everyone jumped at the loud sound, feeling the wards I discovered that it was a defence mechanism by Hogwarts, because the troll was not in the dungeons, the fucking troll was climbing stairs just outside the doors. Alarmed, I looked at Dumbledore who also reached the same conclusion, but it was all for naught as the moment our eyes locked there was a loud bang from the door. 

“Everybody to high table!” Albus screamed and ran to stand in front of students facing the door, while all the students ran towards the teacher’s table. But it won’t be enough so I quickly whipped up my wand and called to Harry. “Harry! Help me move these tables!” understanding what I wanted to do Harry and I quickly levitated the Gryffindor table and placed it in front of the students, barricading them. When Snape and Sprout caught on to what we were trying to do, they quickly jumped into action, they also started placing tables in front of students. The moment the last table was set everyone apart from McGonagall and Albus were hiding behind the barricade.

The second the troll burst open the door McGonagall and Albus started blasting him, but its hide was too thick. It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite grey. it's great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which it was swinging towards Albus with deadly aim, while he was shielding himself and everyone else.

While all this was happening McGonagall was trying to stop the troll with a number of incarcerous spells, but the troll was simply too strong for her. Suddenly Harry ran past the barricade and whipped out his wand and screamed “serpensortia!” and a very big and wide anaconda burst out of his wand, which startled everyone but that was nothing compared to when everyone gasped when he started speaking in parseltongue. ~wrap yourself around the big troll and start biting it please!~ 

Hearing the command the snake moved at an alarming speed and wrapped itself around the troll and started biting its shoulder and neck, which was doing some serious damage to it, “good work harry!” Albus exclaimed, the moment he was given room to breathe, he started blasting the troll with everything he got, but some of his spells were also impacting the snake.

I could see that the anaconda was struggling against the troll so I pulled Harry back and I also summoned another snake and instructed it to go and help the other one. 

The moment the second one wrapped itself around the troll it looked like finally the troll would submit, a second later someone from the crowd behind us blinded the troll with a conjunctivitis spell, which did nothing but aggravate the troll more. Now it started to swing its club around wildly in all directions, taking chunks out of the pillars and walls of the great hall, suddenly the troll smashed the club on my summoned snake and made it lose its grip. Within a second it felt like electricity started running inside my body when I Heard the pained cry of the snake. 

‘Mage?!’ I don't know but there's some sort of energy building inside you! 

It was almost like I was about to explode when I understood what was happening. ~jump away from the troll! Now~ 

“Professors! Get away from the troll!” Harry screamed when he understood the command I just gave to the snakes. The moment the snakes and professors got away from the troll I stabbed my wand in the air and then swung it hard to the ground, and suddenly an extremely bright bolt of lightning struck the troll. I held the flowing energy for a few seconds, until I felt completely drained, and the moment I let go of the energy troll fell on its back. Its clothes and skin were smoking badly.

When I finally relaxed I saw black spots in front of me, and tried to hold on to something to balance myself, but instead I just fell on my back, the last thing saw was Harry’s concerned face and Poppy rushing towards me.