Chapter Four ~ Flying Class and Friends(Peter's POV)

"Flying class today!" James cheered, and I grinned excitedly. "I'll be the best flier out there. What about you, Sirius? You fly much?"

"I told you on the train, didn't I? I play beater. 'Course I fly." Sirius said, talking with his mouth full as usual.

I wondered if I could ever fly. When I was at home, mother never let me near a broomstick. Maybe I'll fall off. If I fell off, would Sirius, and James, and Remus make fun of me? Speaking of Remus... "Um, guys? Where's Remus?" I ask, looking around. Sirius snorts.

"Just noticing our friend isn't here, Peter? It's lunch. Remy said he'd be back soon, like, first class. Had to talk to Dumbledore, or something. Hope he isn't getting blamed for our idea of throwing Dungbombs in Snivellus' cauldron." he told me, and I felt ashamed.

I knew I was blushing, but James and Sirius didn't notice. Minutes later we were on the Quidditch pitch, me fiddling my thumbs nervously and James and Sirius nearly bouncing. I wish I was brave like them. Why had the hat put me in Gryffindor? Oh yes, because I had asked... Slytherin would kill me in seconds!

"Okay! So, all you've got to do is say, UP! To the broom, alright? And don't be scared. It'll know if you're scared." Madam Hooch, the flying coach, said. I trembled and extended my right hand.

"U-Up!" I stutter, then curse as the broom doesn't even twitch. James' is in his hand. Sirius' is in his hand too. Oh no! Am I the only one?

I look around quickly, and to my relief I see that others, most of the others, actually, haven't gotten their brooms up either. Its just Sirius, James, and... Remus?

"Remy! So nice of you to show!" Sirius grins, and I wave. Then I realize I'm now one of the only ones without my broom, and hurriedly tell it to get up.

After two more tries it lifts lazily to my hand. Madam Hooch gives us permission to fly a few feet off the ground, and James immediately shoots off into the sky. Sirius chases after him, laughing like a maniac. Hooch blows her whistle and tells them both off as they land, but I just stand there in awe. That was brilliant!

I tell them so, and James ruffles my hair, smirking. "I know." he says.

He's so sure of himself!

Remus hasn't lifted very high off the ground. He seems distracted. I can't worry about him, though, because now I need to try and fly myself.

Everyone else has at least managed a hover, at least... I hope I can! I climb onto the broom and lift up my feet.

The rest of class I stay about two feet above the ground, but I don't mind. I'm so jealous of James and Sirius. They're brilliant fliers! They're shooting into the air after tossed rocks from me when Hooch's back turns. I clap and cheer when I think its a good idea, and it must be because James looks smug.

We go back inside and to the remainder of the classes, and I keep on James' heels. Its so fun to have friends!

A/N: Ugh, I couldn't write that. I hate Pettigrew, he's such a lame character. Hope I captured his... personality. He's hard. Not my best chapter. But don't worry: Next is Sirius' POV, so its BOUND to be better. Review as always please! Thank you!