Chapter Six
Bucking Broomstick
After all the students were sorted, Professor Dumbledore stood up to make a speech.
"Welcome new students. Before we begin our feast I would like to lay down a few start of term rules. First the dark forest is out of bounds to all students. Second no student unless a fifth year or older may-"
"Blaw blaw blaw doesn't this guy ever shut up?" said Voldemort.
Fred and George were sitting at the Gryffindor table staring at a particular first year at the Slytherin table.
"It looks like a wig." said Fred.
"Yeah, but what kid in their right mind would wear a blond wig?" asked George.
"Let's find out. Accio wig."
Snape's hair suddenly flew off the top of his head and flew straight at Fred. The moment it made contact with Fred's hand it began strangling him.
"Ah! Get it of, get it off." cried Fred. "So... greasy!"
Snape stood up. "Accio hair."
Snape's hair began flying back to him, but it was carrying Fred along with it. Snape and Fred made contact and both of them landed on the table. Snape was struggling to get his hair off of Fred, while George sat at Gryffindor table laughing. Harry Ron and Hermione, along with the rest of the school started laughing too.
"Arronia Egimay." said Dumbledore while waving his wand.
Snape's hair flew off of Fred's face and landed on top of Snape's head.
Several days later, Voldemort along with all the other first years stood outside on Hogwarts grounds while Madam Hooch taught them about broomsticks.
"Now, hold your hand over your broom and say 'up'."
All of the students cried "Up!" A few brooms moved around but nothing much more. They tried again. A few brooms flew up this time, but most didn't.
Amongst those whose broom did not go up was Voldemort. He hated riding brooms. He always had. He had once had an incident the first time he came to Hogwarts. "No." He said to himself. "It's not likely that that would happen again."
"Alright mount your brooms." said Madam Hooch. "I want you to tale off, hover for a moment, and then land."
She blew her whistle and several students successfully got airborne. Voldemort was one of them. "This is how it began last time." said Voldemort. "I will fly just fine, until-"
Suddenly his broom lurched upwards. It became wild and kept trying to buck him off. Voldemort held on for dear life (Well, he can fly without a broomstick, but that would give him away). Suddenly he saw on the broomstick handle, a pair of evil red eyes staring up at him, and he knew for certain that the broom hated him.
With one final lurch the broom catapulted him (as he later said) half way across the school grounds until he landed in the Great Lake.