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Alice turned her head towards the door when she heard two sets of running footsteps. She turned back to her work as Harry and Ron burst through the door.

"Phew! We made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said to Harry. Alice hid a smile when the tabby cat jumped off the desk and transformed into the Professor.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you might be on time", Professor McGonagall said.

"We got lost", Harry explained.

"Perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats", Professor McGonagall said. When everyone had completed the notes she'd set, Professor McGonagall moved on to the practical element of the class turning matchsticks into needles. Alice stared at her matchstick wand in her hand and muttered the words that they were supposed to. Nothing happened. She glanced around the room to find that she was the only one who was struggling. Alice looked at her matchstick and debated whether to use fae magic or not to help but decided against it. In the end the only person to have a managed to turn their matchstick into a needle was none other than Hermione.

Their next lesson was down in the dungeons with Professor Snape. Oh joy Alice groaned as she walked into the dingy dungeon. Lucky for her that she had good eyesight so she adjusted to the change in lighting quite quickly.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class", Professor Snape said. He turned to face his students "as such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and the exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few" Snape looked at Draco who smiles "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death", Snape said. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in the possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident to not…pay…attention", Snape said seeing Harry not paying attention.

Hermione nudges Harry and he looks up. "Mr Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what I would get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked. Hermione's hand shoots up but Snape ignores her "you don't know? Well, then let's try again. Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked again.

"I don't know sir", Harry replied as Hermione's hand shot up again. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" Snape asked.

"Monkshood and Wolfbane are from the same plant. It is also known as Aconite", Alice piped up. She'd overheard Hermione say something about it when she was going over her potions book that morning. Alice also spoke up because she wanted Snape to leave Harry alone.

"Thank you Miss Weasley" Professor Snape said emphasising her surname. The second the Potions Master said that Alice suddenly felt uneasy.

"Happy to help", was her reply which came across cheekier than she meant but that was to hide her uneasiness.

"A point taken from Gryffindor for you cheek", Snape said before going into that days lesson which was brewing a potion to cure boils. Sounds simple enough Alice thought as she and Hermione prepared the ingredients. Everything seemed to be going fine until a hissing filled the dungeon. Seamus' caldron had melted! Everyone scrambled to stand on their stools as the potion seeped across the floor. Neville, who'd be working with Seamus, wasn't so lucky he got most of the potion on him when the caldron fell. Professor Snape ordered Seamus to take Neville to the hospital wing and then proceeded to take another point from Gryffindor saying that Harry could've corrected the pair as he and Ron were working closest to them. He dismissed the students after cleaning up the mess and setting them an essay on the use of Aconite.


Alice eyed Seamus wearily as he was trying to turn the water in his goblet into rum. He had tried the spell out the day before and it had exploded in his face. Alice had been sitting next to him when it happened and the end of her braid had gotten singed. Thankfully the problem was solved by simply cutting off the burnt hair. That was why she was watching him closely this time around.

"What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked Ron.

"Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before..." Ron was interrupted when the contents of Seamus' cup exploded in his face. Alice shook her head at that, silently thanking the fact that she wasn't sitting next to him that time.

She then looked up when she heard the swooping of wings and several owl screeches. The mail was here. Her barn owl, Nyra dropped down from the large crowd of birds above to drop two letters onto the table. Alice gave her a little bread before Nyra flew off back to the Owlery.

The first letter she got was one from Ginny.

Dear Alice,

I'm glad you got into Gryffindor. Nice to see that you made a friend. What about Harry? You know you introduced him to us on the platform. It's really boring around the Burrow without you and the others around.

Write back soon

Ginny

Alice opened the second envelope. This one was from Molly.

Dear Alice,

Ginny told me that you and Ron both got into Gryffindor. I'm so proud of you! How has your first day been? Gotten lost yet?

Looking forward to hearing from you

Love

Mum

Alice started to write a reply to her mother and sister when a boy spoke up "Hey, look! Neville's got a Rememberall!"

She looked up to see Neville holding a clear sphere decorated with gold. "I've read about those", Hermione said "When the smoke turns red", the smoke inside the sphere turned red "it means you've forgotten something"

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten", Neville said.

Harry then spoke up as he'd just glanced at the paper and saw the headline "'Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day'" he read aloud. He looked up at his friends "That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to", he informed them.

That's one heck of a coincidence. Wonder what was in the vault? Must've been valuable if it was worth stealing Alice thought.


That afternoon the four Gryffindor's went to their first flying lesson. Alice would have been more excited if it wasn't for that fact that they had to have their first lesson with Slytherin. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Alice stood by the school brooms as the Flying teacher walked briskly over to them.

"Good afternoon class", Madam Hooch said as she walked down the line of students with their brooms.

"Good afternoon. Madam Hooch", the students said.

"Welcome to your first Flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of your broomstick. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" Madam Hooch instructed. This is what Alice had been waiting for, the chance to fly properly. She had a toy broom when she was little which she'd inherited from Fred.

"Up!" she said the broom rolled over so she tried again "up". On the second go the broom shot into her hand. Alice glanced at Harry who also had his broom in his hand. Hermione wasn't faring as well, neither was Ron as his broom whacked him in the nose.

"Shut up Harry, Alice", Ron said when they laughed at him but he was smiling too.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end", Madam Hooch instructed. The class mounts their brooms "when I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle…3…2" Madam Hooch says and blows her whistle.

Neville immediately takes off, his broom soars upwards. "Ah! Help!" he cried. Alice watched as the boy was being lifted higher and higher by the broom. He gets smacked into a wall before soaring towards a statue. Neville's cloak gets caught on the spear whilst the broom travels on leaving the poor boy to dangle. He cried out as the cloak ripped, catching on a torch before Neville slips out and lands hard on the ground.

Everybody runs forward. Alice reaches the boy and kneels down next to him. She takes his wrist carefully "broken wrist. This will help", Alice said helping Neville up. She focuses on the broken wrist trying to soothe his pain. Madam Hooch came up to them pushing past the crowd. "Miss Weasley and I are taking Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch", Madam Hooch said to the remaining students. She and Alice walked with Neville towards the hospital wing whilst Alice kept a gentle hold of his wrist.

Not long after they'd left, Draco Malfoy picked up the Rememberall that had fallen out of Neville's pocket. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass"

"Give it here, Malfoy", Harry demanded stepping forward.

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find", he hopped onto his broom and pushed off from the ground "How 'bout up on the roof?" he called hovering several feet above the group. Seeing that Harry hadn't followed him, he said "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

With those words Harry mounted his broom "Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly", the boy ignored her, pushing off from the ground the go after Draco. "What an idiot", she muttered.

The two first-years were hovering serval feet in the air, facing each other. "Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry threatened.

"Is that so?" Draco taunted, not believing him for a second. He was mildly surprised when Harry rushed at him, only just avoiding a collision by twirling around his broom in a 360. "Have it your way, then!" Draco said before hurling the Rememberall as hard as he could. Harry sped after the glass sphere determined to catch it. Seeing the Rememberall hurtling towards one of the school windows, he leaned forward to make the broom go faster. Just before it hit the window, Harry snatched it out of the air. The Gryffindor's started cheering as Harry headed back to the group holding the Rememberall in his hand.

The celebration was cut short when Professor McGonagall appeared and called for him to follow her. Harry did so, half expecting to be punished for what he did. However they didn't go to Professor McGonagall's classroom, instead the transfiguration teacher led Harry to another classroom. A Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom where Professor Quirrell was inside teaching. Harry waited outside while Professor McGonagall went inside. She came back out a moment later with an older boy.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood", she said introducing the boy to Harry. Harry nodded politely slightly unsure as to what was going on. "Wood, I have found you a Seeker!" Professor McGonagall added sounding rather excited which confused Harry quite a bit. What on earth is a Seeker?