A/N

Well here's the next chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, but more reviews would be nicer!

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

xx

Wren

Albus's POV

Ah, November. The month of cool weather, stunning colors, and crunchy leaves. Oh, and not to mention that October is finally over. Not that I don't like October, I just don't particularly like one of the days. The thirty-first. And not for the obvious reason that my grandparents were murdered that day, (I never met my grandparents and as I kind of do miss them, I don't really feel much of an emotional connection to them), but for the reason that on Halloween James always goes out of his way to prank me. Let's just say that this years prank involved oranges, Peeves, and some squealing third year girls. I'd rather not go into detail.

So of course I'm extremely relieved when November rolls around. Then, on Thursday November 17th, as I wake up and make my way downstairs to the common room, I see a new notice on the big notice board.

ATTENTION ALL FIRST YEARS

It reads.

TODAY AT 4:00 PM YOU WILL BE HAVING A FLYING LESSON WITH MADAM REED AND THE HUFFLEPUFFS. EQUITMENT WILL BE PROVIDED. HAVE A NICE DAY!

PROFESSOR LONGBOTTOM

Silently whooping in my head I run back up the boy dormitory stairs to find Scorp, who just happened to be leaving the room.

"Scorp, Scorp!" I yell before accidently running smack into him. Helping him up I cant help but smile widely. "GUESS WHAT?"

"Uh, I don't know. James exploded and turned into a ferret so now he can't bother you anymore?" He says, rubbing his forehead.

"No, nothing like that, unfortunately." I laugh. Scorp and I have imagined many a scenario to get rid of James, but sadly none of them will ever work. "We start flying lessons today! Not that I don't know how to fly, but still."

"Really?" Scorp squeals, sounding exactly like Rose when she gets excited about something. "Oh. My. God."

"Uh, Scorp." I manage to say in between laughs. "You sound like a teenage girl."

"Shut up." He grumbles, and pulls me out of the common room and through the portrait hole. "Lets go find Rose and eat."

At four o'clock sharp I drag Rose and Scorpius down to the quidditch pitch. Will and Henry are already waiting for us there, and Henry looks quite nervous.

"Is it hard to ride brooms?" He asks nervously when we finally reach them.

"As easy as breathing." Scorpius assures him.

"Unless you fall and break a bone." Rose pipes, but then shuts up when I glare at her.

"Don't worry Henry, that wont happen." I say, turning to the now ashen white kid. "And if it does, Madam Trent will fix you up in a jiffy."

"Ok…" Henry says nervously, looking around the pitch with wide eyes. Will doesn't say anything, and just stands there studying us. Actually, the kid never says much of anything. Finally all the Hufflepuffs arrive chattering happily. I spot Alice and her brother Connor, talking to some other kids. I wave at her enthusiastically and she returns the wave shyly.

"Hey, it's the girl from the boat!" Scorpius says rather loudly. "She's rather cute Al, eh?" Out of the corner of my eye I see Alice blush, but soon my attention has returned to Scorpius who is now groaning on the floor, having been elbowed in the stomach by Rose. I snicker at him, at then turn to Madam Reed who has just arrived.

"All right students." She barks. "Everyone go stand by a broom and then wait for further instructions." Immediately, we all run to find a broom, fighting over which broom is nicer or has less splinters. In the end I get stuck with a Firebolt, which isn't a bad broom, but definitely isn't good. I mean, this model is what, twenty years old? Suddenly I miss my old broom from home, but at least I'll be able to bring it to school next year. It's an old model, about five years old actually, called the Current. My brother has a newer broom and always teases me about how my broom is so old, but its ok. I still beat him at every quidditch game.

"Now lift your arm above your broom and say 'UP'. Don't be alarmed if your broom doesn't respond the first time, these are old brooms and they tend to be a little stubborn."

A chorus of 'up's' follow, but only about three of the brooms respond; Scorpius's, a Hufflepuff named Hunter's, and mine. Rose's broom responds the second time, but makes a big deal floating up to her hand, and by the time she's finally able to grab it, her face is the famous Weasley shade of red. Scorpius chuckles at her but she just responds with a very convincing death glare. Once almost everyone's brooms have responded, Madam Reed clears her throat again.

"Now climb on to your brooms and lightly kick off the ground. If you want to turn left, simply lean a little to the left, same for right. Don't fly to high, and if you've flown before please be considerate of those who haven't. You may begin."

And with that Scorpius and I kick off the ground, racing each other around the pitch. Scorp is good, he definitely knows some tricks, but I'm better and we both know it. I guess that that's one of the advantages of being the son of Harry Potter, the youngest seeker in a century; and Ginny Potter; the now retired professional quidditch player. Scorp swears as I cut him off once again, and swerves sharply to the left, almost bumping into Rose, who has finally managed to rise slowly into the air. She never did like brooms much.

"Watch where you're going Malfoy!" She yells at him, but he just winks in response, and zooms away before she can unleash her wrath on him. I swear, two and a half months into school and they already act like an old married couple. I bet you that by the end of fifth year they'll be together…hey actually that's not a bad idea. Ha, everyone will get a laugh out of betting on them. I'll have to mention the idea to Fred and Louis later.

After a few more minutes of flying Madam Reed blows her whistle to let us know that the lesson is over. Somewhat reluctantly I land on the ground and hurry over to Rose and Scorpius who are both bright red and facing away from each other.

"Should I even ask what happened?" I ask, eyeing them warily. What possibly could they have fought about this time? Instead of answering me they both sort of grunt.

"Uh, ok then." I say, throwing the broom into the pile of brooms Madam Reed told us to make. "Lets head back to the castle then, I want to shower before dinner."

Wordlessly they both turn around and make their way to the castle, leaving me hurrying to catch up with their mad walking.

"Can't you two just make up?" I plead. I can't stand it when they are mad at each other, and it happens practically every day. "Whatever you were fighting about."

"No." Rose practically spits. "I will never forgive a git like him!" She says before bursting into tears and running into the castle. I give Scorpius a questioning look but he just sighs and shakes his head.

"Eh, I give it until tomorrow morning." I assure my friend before heading into the castle myself. I'm quite looking forward to a warm shower, and I really don't want to be late for dinner. Food here is heaven. I swear, I really have to start making trips to the kitchen. It can't be too hard to find on the Marauder's Map. As I take the stairs up two at a time, I decide to use a secret shortcut to the common room that Louis had showed me earlier in the week. I guess having cousins in the seventh, fifth, and third year in Gryffindor really has its perks. As I brush past the tapestry hiding the pathway, I almost bump into someone exiting it. Looking up I realize that its Professor Longbottom, and suddenly I start to get very nervous. It's not against the school rules to use secret shortcuts is it? Oh no…what if I get detention! Or worse!

"Oh, hey Professor Longbottom." I try to say as nonchalantly as possible.

"Albus!" Professor Longbottom almost cries. "Just the boy I was looking for!"

"You were, uh, you were looking for me?" I manage to choke out. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god, did I forget a homework assignment? Am I getting expelled? Why does my Head of House and deputy headmaster want to see me?

"Yes, yes you." He says, totally missing the point that I'm about to have a mental breakdown. I'm two months into school! I can't get expelled! "Come on boy, follow me."

Silently freaking out I follow him through the oddly quite halls of the school before we reach a grand mahogany door. A small plaque to the side of the door reads: Professor Neville Longbottom; Head of Gryffindor House; Deputy Headmaster; Head of Herbology Department. Wow, Professor Longbottom is sure busy.

As we enter the room that I am now certain is his office, I can't help but gawk. The room is filled, actually that would be an understatement; the room is stuffed to the brim with plants. Plants of every size, shape, smell and color.

"Uh, nice, plant collection?" I try to say as politely as possible as Professor Longbottom beckons me to sit down on a chair facing a big black desk.

"Thank you Albus, I've been collecting for more than 15 years." He says with a hint of pride in his eye. "Now back to business. I was watching you today during your flying lesson and I couldn't help but notice your extraordinary skill-"

"Am I getting expelled?" I blurt out, not having listened to him at all. Professor Longbottom examines me with an amused look on his face for a few moments before finally sighing,

"No Albus you're not getting expelled." He assures me. "I just wanted to ask if you could be a substitute on the quidditch team, you know, just in case a player unfortunately gets hurt. Your familiar with all he positions in quidditch, right?"

"Uh, yes! Yes I am!" I ramble, excitement bubbling inside of me. First year and on the quididitch team? It isn't an unknown occurrence, but it's definitely rare! Ha! James is going to be so jealous. He didn't even make the team in his second year, and he barely got in as a chaser this year. "I'd love to play! When's practice? Do I get to practice with the team or just watch? Can I ask my parents to send me my broom, or do I have to use a school one? Oh, do I get my own uni-"

"Woah, slow down there!" Professor Longbottom chuckles, and I swear I hear him say something that sounds like 'Just like his mother.' "You will practice with the team, but since you don't have a permanent position you will just do general exercises. You can ask your parents to send you you're broom, but please don't tell all the first years about it. We don't want them getting jealous and asking for their own brooms. And for the uniform, for now you will wear an old one without a name, but if you are ever needed in a game we will provide you with your own uniform."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I gush as we get up and Professor Longbottom shows me to the door. "I promise I wont let Gryffindor down."

"Of course not." He winks, "Now hurry to your dorm and change, you don't want to be late for dinner do you?" And with another smile he closes the door, leaving me alone and awestruck.

I'm on the quidditch team? Frickin' awesome! Running to the common room as fast as I can, I manage to bump into someone right outside of the portrait hole. Looking up, I smile. Just who I wanted to see.

"SCORP, SCORP! GUESS WHAT?"

A/N

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Wren