Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Author's Note: I might not have followed the plot of the original story, at least the order of the main events.
"Jade! Jade, wake up!" yelled Hermione as she desperately tried to wake the raven haired girl.
"Don't want too." groaned Jade burying her head deeper in her pillow.
Really why couldn't people be allowed to sleep on Wednesdays mornings? Wait Wednesday? Wasn't there something scheduled for Wednesday? The gears in Jade's brains started turning. Wednesday. Wednesday. And then it hit her. Literally actually. Hermione had finally decided to resort to violence and had slammed a book on the raven haired girl's head. Taking pity on the poor book, which was most likely Hogwarts, A History, Hermione's bible, Jade got up mumbling darkly under her breath. Not too darkly though as she had remembered that today was her first flying lesson. She had been looking forward to it. She loved Quidditch and had always wanted to learn flying. Her father, however, had been more focused on teaching Christopher everything he knew. Jade had a suspicion it was because James could see himself in his son; after all, the boy looked so much like his father it was criminal. Therefore Jade hadn't learned to fly.
"Jade, hurry up." came Hermione's shrill yell from the stairs.
"Yeah, yeah." replied Jade lazily as she left the bathroom.
Hermione should be thankful that Jade didn't need an hour to get ready, or else she would have died of impatience by now, considering that she had only taken ten minutes. The raven haired girl joined her friend and both of them went to eat breakfast. Hermione was reading frantically. Jade glanced at the book…and sighed.
"Hermione." she said with the tone of a psychoanalyst. "Reading about flying won't help you do it right, you know? Flying is one of the things that you can't learn out of books."
The bushy haired girl looked at her as if she had blasphemed and went back to her book without answering. Jade sighed again and turned her attention to her sausages. She was sure there had been something negative about today, a part from the fact that today would be the ninth day that she spent without talking to Christopher. Not that she wasn't trying to! But it seemed that absolute prat had forgotten he had a sister and hadn't come to see her for the last eight days. And when she tried to talk to him, he always had something better to do! Damn prat! Ah! That's what it was! The word prat had established a connection between two parts of her brains and she now recalled the negative aspect of the day.
"We have flying class with the Slytherins!" she exclaimed loudly.
"Obviously." said Hermione rolling her eyes over her book.
Jade ignored her. Well that was bad news. Not that it was new really, she had known for weeks. It's just that as she had forgotten all about it, it now seemed new. Not that it mattered, what mattered here was that she would be surrounded by prats during a lesson which was supposed to be enjoyable. Jade spent the rest of breakfast trying to think of any kind of bad deeds she could have done to be cursed in such a way.
By the time they went to their flying class, Jade's bad mood had vanished and she was humming as she and Hermione walked down to the lawn. They joined the group of students, which was, as per usual, separated into two groups. The Slyhterins and the Gryffindors never mixed. There was an intense dislike between the two houses which was passed down religiously to the new generation every year. Madam Hooch soon joined them and the class started immediately.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Madam Hooch loudly. "Step to the side of your brooms."
The students obeyed and went to stand to the right side of the school brooms that were laid on the grass.
"Now, put your hand over the broom and say 'up'." she instructed.
Jade extended her hand.
"Up." she said firmly.
The broom shut up in her hand with such force that she staggered a little. She looked around her with a happy grin. Most people were still calling for their brooms. Malfoy already had his in hand and was wearing a smug smile. Christopher had managed to get his after the third try. Hermione's was rolling on the floor, stubbornly refusing to fly in her outstretched hand. At last, everybody had their brooms in hand. Madam Hooch placed a whistle on her lips as she gave her instructions.
"When I blow the whistle, kick the ground hard, hover for a few minutes, and lean on your broom to go back down." she said.
The woman blew her whistle. Before any of them had time to get in the air, Neville lost control of his broom. The panicked boy was slowly rising in the air.
"Mister Longbottom! Mis-mister Longbottom!" called Madam Hooch trying to get the boy to focus his attention on her.
With a cry Neville flew away. The broom took speed, it tossed and turned wildly. It flew straight to the castle where Neville's robes were caught by the sword of a statue. He hung on the sword for an instant and then his robes ripped and he fell. Thankfully he was caught by another statue. Once again the robes ripped after a few seconds of supporting the boy's weight and he fell to the ground. Madam Hooch ran towards him and lifted him up to his feet.
"Tut, tut, this looks like a broken wrist." she told Neville.
The boy was lucky he only had a broken wrist and yet he was whimpering pathetically. Wimp, thought Jade. How the boy ever got in Gryffindor was beyond her; but then who knew, he might have some hidden talent, very well hidden certainly but a talent nonetheless. Maybe.
Madam Hooch turned to the gathered students.
"I am going to take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing." she told them. "While I'm gone, you are all to keep your feet firmly on the ground. If I catch any of you flying, you will be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'."
On these words, she left with Neville. Jade turned her attention back to the group with an annoyed sigh. She had been excited about this class, and Neville had managed to ruin it. It wasn't even funny what had happened to him, it wasn't fun when someone got hurt. Laughing at such a thing would have been bad taste. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Malfoy pick a glass ball from the ground. Wasn't that Neville's remembrall?
"Look! The idiot dropped his remembrall!" sneered Draco confirming the raven haired girl's suspicions.
"Give it here, Malfoy!" she said with all the authority she could muster.
The blond boy turned to look at her.
"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for him to find." the blond climbed on his broom and kicked the ground. "How about up a tree?" he asked as he flew upwards.
Jade clenched her teeth. That prat was going too far, and she had even made an effort to call him by his actual name! She gripped her broom and mounted it. She kicked the ground and flew to Malfoy's level. Somehow, flying came to her naturally and, boy, did it feel great to be up in the air. In her exhilaration Jade nearly forgot why she had come up in the first place.
"Are you going to come and get it?" asked Malfoy. "Here you go, then!" the Slytherin tossed the glass ball as hard as he could.
Jade dived hand outstretched to catch the glass ball. She managed to catch it just before she came into contact with the castle's wall. Clutching the ball tightly she flew back to the ground under the cheers of her fellow Gryffindors. Her brother had a weird look on his face but she decided not to bother about it. She landed gracefully and accepted her housemates' compliments.
"Miss Potter!" called a stern voice.
Jade turned around. Professor McGonagall was marching towards them. She stopped a little distance away.
"Never in my life have I seen….It was very reckless of you Miss Potter, very reckless." said the Transfiguration teacher visibly at a loss for words. "Follow me."
Jade obeyed broom still in hand. Neither of them talked as they walked through the corridors. Professor McGonagall led her to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The woman told Jade to wait outside.
"Can I borrow Wood for a minute?" Jade heard Professor McGonagall ask.
The girl frowned what was Wood? Was it some kind of stick they used to beat the students? No, she admonished herself; that would be illegal. She heard the stuttering response of Quirell and Professor McGonagall came out followed by a fifth year boy. Both 'Wood' and Jade exchanged questioning looks.
"Miss Potter, this is Oliver Wood, he is the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." said the old woman. "Wood, I've found you a Seeker!"
The boy, Wood, looked shocked at that statement and examined Jade with a new interest. McGonagall led them to her office where she and Wood lunched into a discussion that Jade barely listened to. Had they said Seeker? For Gryffindor? Her? This was absolutely brilliant! Or perhaps it was not, she might make an absolute fool of herself. After all, she had only flown once and it might have been her getting lucky. Wait, she was a first year; first years weren't allowed to play Quidditch.
"Erm, excuse me, but I thought first years weren't allowed to play Quidditch, right?" she asked nervously looking between them for confirmation.
"I'll ask Albus to make an exception. We cannot let such talent pass. I wouldn't be able to look at Severus in the face if Slytherin flattens us again." said the professor full of determination.
"I see." said Jade blinking rapidly.
"Anyway Wood I'm leaving Miss Jade Potter to you. I will take care of obtaining permission and Miss Potter's broom." said the woman ushering them out.
Wood lost no time in setting a meeting with Jade so that he could see her flying abilities for himself and explain the rules of the game in depth. He left her about twenty minutes later. Jade stood there stupidly standing in the corridor, her brain still trying to process what had happened.
"And they made Seeker?" asked Hermione for the umpteenth time.
"Yes!" replied a delighted Jade. "According to Wood, I'm the youngest Seeker in a century."
The two girls were walking towards the Great Hall for lunch. Jade was positively radiant.
"Hi Jade." called George appearing at her side.
"We just heard the news from Wood." said Fred who had appeared by Hermione.
"We're on the team too, Beaters." explained George. "Tough game Quidditch."
"Tough, but wicked." agreed his brother. "Anyway, don't worry because we'll make sure that your pretty face doesn't get destroyed by Bludgers. It's the least we can do really, you have the toughest place in the team."
"The Seekers are the players that are most injured." added George. "Sometimes they even disappear. But never fear, they reappear after a month or two." called the red haired boy as he and his brother turned in another corridor.
"Oh really, did they need to say that?" huffed Hermione angrily.
"It doesn't matter Mione." soothed Jade. "Come on we have Charms after lunch so we had better not be late."
The raven haired dragged the other girl to the Gryffindor table. The two girls piled food on their plates still chatting. At some point, Jade turned around to find water and she noticed Christopher looking at her. She smiled at her brother, but the boy just gave her a weird look and went back to his food.
"Is it just me or is Chris weird, these days?" she asked frowning.
"Maybe, I didn't really notice." replied Hermione distractedly.
As her eyes scanned absent-mindedly at the Great Hall, Jade caught sight of a blond Slytherin glaring at her. More out of habit than anything she glared back at Draco Malfoy. Many people in the surrounding would later swear that their glares had connected into a sort of surge of thunder. Feeling extremely satisfied the raven haired girl started eating again. At least, some things didn't change.
That evening, she ran back to Gryffindor tower to meet up with Wood. The older boy was already waiting for her with a large wooden chest. The two of them made their way to the Quidditch Pitch. It was a relief for both of them when they could finally dump the heavy chest on the grass.
"All right. Do you know the rules of Quidditch?" asked Wood.
Jade nodded.
"There's seven players on a team: three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. The Chasers play with the Quaffle and try to earn points by putting it in one of the three hoops on opposite team. The Beaters knock out other players with the Bludgers and keep them from hitting their teammates. The Keepers keeps the goalposts and the Seeker tries to catch the snitch to end the game." she recited.
"That's right." Wood nodded his head approvingly. "Now, we'll train with normal balls for a bit. Then I'll release a Bludger and you'll have to catch the balls while making sure you don't get hit."
Catching the balls was easy enough. When Wood threw one Jade dived and caught it before it fell on the floor. Pleased with her reflexes, Wood soon released a Bludger. The black ball zoomed around before coming back straight at her. Jade had a moment of panic upon seeing it fly towards her but swiftly moved to the side. The Bludger missed her by an inch. Jade found it was a lot more difficult to catch the balls when you had a Bludger trying to knock you off your broom. She did manage to catch all of them, though. By the time it had gotten too dark to continue, Wood was ecstatic. They walked back to the castle, discussing strategies and the upcoming games.
When they got up to the Common Room, Hermione came up to Jade and convinced her to accompany her to the library to bring back a book. They still had half an hour before curfew and Jade agreed quickly. It wasn't long until the girls reached the library safely. Hermione gave her book to Madam Pince and the two girls started to climb the stairs back to Gryffindor tower. As they were in the middle of climbing on particular staircase, it started moving.
"Oh God! It's moving!" exclaimed Hermione in a panicked voice.
Jade clutched the side of the stairs but didn't say anything. Blasted staircase! Did it have to move when she was on it? Couldn't it have waited for Malfoy or some other prat? The staircase moved across the different floors and fixed itself on a third floor corridor. The two girls hurriedly got off it before it decided to move again. They went inside the corridor but stopped upon seeing the webs of dust stretching everywhere.
"Don't tell me this is the corridor that's out of bounds." said Jade.
"I think it is." replied Hermione fearfully.
"I told you not to tell me." whined Jade.
A cat's mew made them fall silent.
"Mrs Norris!" whispered Jade and quickly dragged her friend towards a nearby door.
She tried to open it but it was locked.
"Oh move aside." said Hermione pushing her away aside. "Alohomora." she whispered with a flick of her wand.
The lock opened and the girls hurriedly got inside. They silently closed the door behind them and listened as Filch joined his cat. The caretaker murmured something to her cat before the sound of his footsteps became more and more distant. The two girls breathed in relief. Jade turned to look at the room they were in…and froze.
"Hermione, don't panic but I think there's a three headed dog behind you." her voice quivered a little.
"What?" asked Hermione confused and turned around.
She saw the giant dog whose eyes were slowly opening and screamed. The raven haired girl grabbed her friend by the arm and pulled her out of the room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the outline of a trapdoor under the dog's feet, but she dismissed the thought quickly. The dog had woken up completely and was barking loudly as he tried to push the door open. Thankfully, the girls managed to close the door and lock it again. Still shaking they ran back to Gryffindor tower.
"What the hell was that?" asked Jade as they made their way up to their dormitory.
"No idea." snapped Hermione. "But if you don't mind, I'm going to bed before you get us killed, or worse expelled."
Jade blinked at the bushy haired girl. Their encounter with the three headed dog was hardly her fault. In the first place, it was Hermione who had wanted to go to the library. And there was definitely a problem with her priorities! She shook her head and entered the room. She glanced at Hermione, but the girl refused to look at her as she got ready for bed. Jade sighed and changed in her pajamas. As she snuggled under her warm sheets she thought of the three headed dog. Why would that thing be in Hogwarts? And what was that trapdoor he was standing on?
Author's Note: As always thank you for reading! Also please don't be shy and review! I'm counting on the reviews to tell me if there's anything that needs to improve.