When they first heard that they were going to have flying lessons, Harry had been excited. It had actually kept her awake throughout their history lesson. Professor Binns had been teaching them about the witch trials. Telling them how witches and wizards who were captured would just freeze the flames. However, the trails had caused innocent Muggles their lives. How the first recollected witch trial was that of a man. In the time of Merlin himself. The man had been completely innocent. The reason Harry had managed to stay awake may have been due to her mind slightly drifting to their upcoming flying lesson.

The excitement of flying, however, had lasted until she had come across the sight of the old dusty school brooms. Seemed like the Weasley twins spoke some truths after all. All morning they had explained about the brooms to any of the first years that would listen. Complaining about how some would steer off in the opposite direction or how some who buck mid-flight. It had put off a few of the students but Harry had wanted to learn about it anyhow. A magical form of transportation what was not exciting about that?

'See what did I say. It is just a broom. What is so good about them anyway?' Hermione said to her. Needless to say her friend had been less excited about learning to fly.

'If it's just a broom Hermione, you don't need to be so scared of it.'

'I'm not scared of it. I'd rather my feet were firmly on the ground is all.'

'Good Morning I'm Madam Hooch. I'm going to teach you the wonders of flying. For now, we'll begin with the basics. Everyone grab a broom then spread out, placing the broom next to you.'

Doing as instructed she followed the other students spreading out once she had got a broom.

'Place a hand over the broom when I blow my whistle say up.'

Harry's broom shot straight up into her hand, causing her to grin widely. She glanced towards Hermione whose broom was still on the floor. The way she had been commanding the broom to go up, had been in a tone of voice someone would use with a small child when they wouldn't do as they had been asked. Harry chuckled lightly to herself, looking around to the others. Only a few students had made the broom successfully leave the ground. Much to her disappointment, she had recognised the blonde Slytherin boy that cornered her after Potions. Malfoy's broom was also in his hand a smirk spread across his smug face.

This was repeated a few times before Madam Hooch let them hover on their brooms. Hovering inches above the ground. When Madam Hooch had been satisfied enough they were allowed to go higher. This turned out to be the wrong thing to do, a few of the Slytherin's. Harry recalled their surnames being Crabbe and Goyle along with Malfoy. Had been flying so close to Neville knocking his own concentration. Making him spin it had only been when Madam Hooch took control of the broom directing him to the ground. Harry had caught onto the game the Slytherin's had played. Malfoy was holding in his hands a small glass ball that Harry had seen Neville wrap this very morning.

'There is to be no reckless flying. Am I understood?' Madam Hooch shouted up from the ground while tending to Neville who looked completely petrified.

Of course, Malfoy and his associates were laughing their heads off. Then Malfoy had obviously got bored with Neville's Remembrall. Throwing it away, stupidly he did so in Harry's direction. Harry reached up quickly catching the small ball in her hand before it goes too far. Seemed as though Malfoy was crap at throwing things if she could catch meters away from him.

'Nice throw Malfoy,' Harry said sarcastically.

'LOOK OUT,' came a shout as an empty broom whizzed past crashing below them.

'Ron's fallen off his broom.'

Harry watched as the red head fell downwards. Ron was going to be really hurt if he hit the ground. Without knowing what she was doing she moved her broom into a steep dive racing against the falling boy. She instantly knew this feeling, it tasted like freedom. She felt like she had been made for this. Harry love every minute of it, focusing on her task, she keeps the broom under her steady control. She willed the broom to go faster she was so close to him now. Just a little bit further. Reaching out she yanks on Ron's arms trying to pull him towards the broom. Ron had gripped the end of the broom with his free arm pulling himself towards her landing on awkwardly on the broom behind her.

'Gotcha,' she said.

The death like grip from Ron didn't let up til, he shifted himself properly onto broom behind her. She pulled out of the steep dive slowing the broom down so they can approach the ground at a gentle pace. As they come to land a voice she recognised as her strict head of house called out her name.

'Miss Potter come with me.'

Harry gulped she was in so much trouble. That's what she gets for saving Ron Weasley from falling to his death. Harry felt so small as Professor McGonagall led her away from the Quidditch pitch.

Unbelievable, she had thought later she couldn't believe what had happened. Professor McGonagall must have been having a crazy moment that was all. The voice of her friend snapped her out of her own thoughts.

'Harry, what happened? Did Professor McGonagall give you a detention? Did she expel you?' Hermione rushed out her questions as Harry walked back into the Gryffindor common room.

'Neither.'

'Why were you so long then?'

'She put me on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Youngest player in a century according to Oliver Wood. He is the team Captain.'

'McGonagall put you on the Quidditch team?'

'Yeah something about a Seeker,' Harry explained, then after a breath as realisation hit her she stuttered out. 'Hermione I know nothing about Quidditch.'

'Well she must have a good reason to put you on the team. You're so lucky she didn't expel you after all you against strict instructions. You will just have to learn about Quidditch so she doesn't change her mind.'

Hermione was right there would be a book on it somewhere in the library. Though from the conversations she had heard Quidditch it was a rough game. With a lot of rules that even caused her fellow house mates to argue over. Expulsion actually sounded like the better choice now to learning about a complex game such as Quidditch. How could saving someone's life make her own so complicated.