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Chapter 5-
Harriet's P.O.V
On Friday, before lunch, we had our first flying lesson. With the Slytherins. Now I'm not saying that's a bad thing but despite what I said to my friends, I knew most of them where dicks, like Malfoy. The line Gryffindors stood facing the line of Slytherins, glairing at each other. "Place your hand over your broom and say 'Up'." Madam Hooch instructed. "Up." Harry was the first to try, his broom shot into his hand and he grinned. "Up!" The class was soon shouting. Most had their brooms but some still hadn't mastered the thing, like me, Hermione and Neville. "Up." Hermione's broom floated into her hand. "Up." I gritted my teeth, hearing the Slytherins laughing. The broom seemed to sink into the ground. "Nope, not happening." I shrugged at Madam Hooch. "Miss Potter, Mr Longbottom, please pickup your brooms." Madam Hooch sighed. Neville looked terrified as he gingerly picked up his broom. We were shown how to mount our brooms and Hooch walked along the lines correcting our grips, Harry's was perfect, Malfoy had been doing it wrong for years and I was completely off. "When I blow my whistle it want you to kick off from the ground, hover for a minuet and then come back down." Before hooch even put the silver whistle to her mouth Neville had taken off, as soon as his feet left the ground his broom went haywire. It crashed into one of the castle walls and Neville fell off, His robes caught on a touch bracket and he hung there for a moment before his robes ripped and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Madam Hooch ran over and helped him up. "Broken wrist." She muttered. Then she turned to the class. "If I see any of you in the air you'll be expelled from Hogwarts quicker then you can say, Quidditch." She said then helped Neville inside. "Great lump, did you see his face." Malfoy chortled. "Shut up Malfoy." Parvati scowled. "Didn't think you'd like fat little cry babies Parvati." A Slytherin girl snickered. "Neville's not fat." I Pushed my way over to her. "Oo, look's like Longbottom's caught the eye of Potter." The girl smirked. "By the looks of it you're the one in love, with Malfoy, is it his money?" I smirked back as her face went puce. "I'll get you Potter!" She growled but before she could do anything Hermione yelled. "Harry don't! You'll get in trouble." Harry ignored her and seconds later he joined Malfoy in the air. "Give it here Malfoy, or I'll knock you of that broom." Harry threatened . "Catch it if you want it" Malfoy threw something and shot back to the ground, I realised that Neville's remembrall was hurtling towards a window with Harry gaining on it. He caught it and swerved in the air just before both he and the ball crashed through the window. When he got back to the ground the Gryffindors crowed round him, seconds later McGonagall stormed out the building. "Potter, come with me." Harry and I stepped forward. "Not you Harriet." She sighed, Harry handed me the remembrall and left. "Oh no, he's going to be sent back to Surry." I whispered. "No. I won't allow it." I worried about Harry the rest of the lesson and as my broom wouldn't go up I was allowed to sit out. Then we went to lunch. To my surprise Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table looking really happy. "Harry!" I yelled and glommed my brother. "Ofe, what was that for?" He laughed. "You're still here. Duh." I grinned. "Why so happy?" Ron asked before piling his plate with food. "I'm on the quidditch team." Harry was practically jumping up and down in his seat. Our jaws dropped, Hermione was the first to recover. "I'm not surprised, your father was on the quidditch team too, he played seeker." I gapped at her. "How?"
"Trophy room." She shrugged. "Why were you in there?" Ron asked. "I got lost." Hermione bit into her stake. "Hay Harry." Fred and George threw their arms around Harry. "Herd you got on to the team."
"We're on the team too."
"Beaters."
"You must be the youngest seeker in a century." Hermione frowned. "Would you please stop doing that? It's confusing."
"That one's Fred." I pointed to Fred. "And that one's George." I pointed without looking up from the Animagi book. "How?" Fred asked. "Don't know." I shrugged, turning another page and putting a chicken bite in my mouth. A picture fell from the page, I put down my book and picked it up . It was upside down the neat, feminine writing on the back said. 'Sirus Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. A.K.A Padfoot, Moony, wormtail and Prongs.' There where three scruffy arrows, one pointing to Sirus one to Lupin and the other to Peter. Sirus was ladled 'Harry's Godfather.', Lupin was labelled 'Harriet's Godfather' and Peter was labelled 'Sevy's Godfather'. My eyes widened and I flipped the picture over. There where four teenage boys with their arms around each other and laughing, there was one who looked a little like Harry with messy black hair and glasses I guessed he was our father James, on his right was a boy with wavy black hair that reached his shoulders and grey eyes, one James' other side as a boy with light brown hair and green eye's and at the end was a tubby boy with mousey brown hair and blue eyes. "What's that?" Harry asked, noticing I'd stopped eating. "Our dad." I handed him the picture. "Flip it." I said, restarting on my lunch. "We have, godfathers." Harry said slowly, flipping the picture back round to the front. "We'll find them." I promised. "Find who?" Fred asked. "Our godfathers." Harry and I said at the same time. "You have godfathers?" George asked. "Apparently. show them Harry." Harry slid the picture across the table. "Flip it." I said, George picked up the picture and our friends gathered round. "No way." Fred said, eyes wide. "What?" I asked. Fred pulled an old piece of parchment out his pocket. "Why do you carry an old bit of parchment around?" Hermione asked. George snorted and pressed his wand to the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said and ink splurged from where the tip of his wand touched the map. The words "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER'S MAP" appeared on the page. "Dad." I said. "Have it. It belongs to you two." Fred passed the map across the table. "We know it off by heart anyway." George shrugged. Hermione passed the picture back. "Think of it as an early Christmas present." Fred grinned. "You sure?" Harry asked. Fred and George glanced at each other. "Yes." They said together. "Thank you!" I lent over the table and gave them both a hug. "To make sure on one sees it say 'mischief managed'" Fred said once I'd let them go. Neville checked his watch. "Come on, even with that map we'll be late if we don't get going." We stood up. "Thanks Guy's" I grinned at the Wesley twins. "No problem." They chorused. I grinned and followed my other friends out the hall. We got to the potions dungeon just before Snape arrived, his eyes fell on me then he quickly looked away, like this sight of me made him sad. He took the register and like Flitwick, he stopped at Harry and I's names. He integrated Harry and then took points away from our house when Harry said that Hermione knew. The rest of the lesson we learnt the theory for the cure for boils, it was only thanks to Hermione that I could read what was on the board.
"I'll meet you at Hagrid's." I whispered to Harry as the class left. He nodded. "I'll wait for you outside." Hermione said as she passed. When the rest of the class had left I walked up to Snape's desk. "Um, excuse me, Professor Snape." I said nervously. "What do you want Potter?" He scowled. "I was wondering if you'd help me with some potions I found in a book." I pulled out the English copies of the potions Hermione had made. "I don't help people." Snape scowled. "Sir, I trust you. Only because my mother trusted you, she named my other brother after you, please don't prove her judgment wrong." I stirred at my shoes. "Please Sir." I looked up. His gazed softened and he smiled slightly. "Ok. I'll help. What do you need?" I grinned and showed him the potions. "Miss Potter." He raised an amused eyebrow. "Are you by any chance trying to become an Animagus?" He asked. "You won't tell the headmaster will you?" I asked worriedly. "No, you and your friends can become Animagi without the headmaster knowing, or the ministry. Personally I think the Headmaster was wrong to put you with your mother's sister and the ministry are a lot of fools." He gave me a proper smile then. "Thanks Sir." I smiled back.