So when I said I was going to have another one out soon ummmm, anyway I saw some people still following this thing and even the other versions that I have yet to update and I was like... I should probably get on that. So here you go. (sorry if my writing is out of whack its been awhile

Arthur's Pov

"We don't even need lessons, or maybe Matthew does but I most certainly do not." I griped, giving Matthew a look. One which he returned with anger. We were walking across the large field to a line of brooms, the slytherins had already arrived. Well at least we know they're punctual.

"Shut up Arthur, this is all your fault anyways." Matthew hissed under his breath most likely hoping Alfred wouldn't hear him. Alfred turned to look at us but tripped on... well to be honest probably nothing the boy just doesn't know how to walk straight.

Alfred fell forward with a squeak and bummed straight into Neville, who yelped and jumped forward. Alfred caught his balance thanks to Matthew grabbing his arm and gave Neville an odd look. Who turned red and looked away, rubbing his red chubby cheeks.

Ron snorted before walking over to one of the brooms lined up, Harry of course standing beside him. I stood beside Alfred who started poking at the broom boredly despite us having only stood here for maybe a few seconds.

"When do you think-" Harry began but was cut off when a woman with short, grey hair, and hawk like yellow eyes appeared on the field. Her name was Rolanda Hooch if I remember right she's always extremely cross with everything.

As if to prove my point the woman suddenly barked out, glaring at all the students, "Well, what are you waiting for!" She walked over to the front, "Everyone hurry up! Stand by your broomstick. Go on now."

The students that were not already prepared scrambled over to a broom, two girls even wrestling slightly over one. I glanced at my broom and nearly gagged, honestly for one of the best schools of witchcraft you'd think they had more funds in the quidditch department.

"Stick out your right hand, left handed for you odd ones," She called her voice making the students pause to watch her, "and say 'Up!"

"Up!" Echoed throughout the field, Alfred who surprisingly despite his clumsy nature was an excellent flyer, merely stared at his broom which shot up into his hand.

I glanced at my broom in distaste, before allowing it to jump up. I glanced at Harry curious to see if he shared his father talent. His broom along with a few others was safely clenched their hands.

"Neville, sweetie you can't be afraid of the broom. I promise as long as you listen to the rules it's perfectly safe." Alfred soothed, rubbing a quaking Neville, whos broom hadn't moved an inch. Neville merely responded with a small whine, and picked up his broom.

Meanwhile Hooch was already instructing everyone to mount their brooms, going over the proper way to grip. She walked up and down the rows checking each person thoroughly.

"No Malfoy that is wrong, I don't care what your father said! That's a simply ridiculous grip you have there." Hooch announced to Malfoy, whose face was turning an odd shade of purple. Harry and Ron giggled, while Matthew gave him a cocky look.

This was even more boring than I thought it was going to be. The only interesting thing here was the fact Harry seemed to take after his father, hopefully not personality wise.

"Now when I blow my whistle, you will kick off from the ground. Now don't be a child and kick off weakly, you will get nowhere with that kind of attitude. Give it nice and hard kick, I see you giggling Goyle." Hooch gave Goyle an annoyed look before continuing, "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight down by leaning forward a bit. On my whistle one, two-"

Hooch never got to finish, in a frightened fit Neville pushed off the ground before the whistle even touch Hooch's lips.

"Come back boy!" She shouted, but Neville's broom seemed to have a mind of it's own as it rose into the air much like a cork shoots out of a bottle. About twenty feet in the air, Neville looked down his face white as a sheet. He tried to lean forward which was a horrible idea, the poor boy slid off the broom and plummeted to the ground.

"That's unfortunate." Was all I could say as he fell towards the ground. This is why you listen to the damn teacher kids. I felt Alfred move suddenly and I groaned as he ran towards Neville yelling that he'd catch him. Oh god this is going to be bad.

There was a thud and a nasty crack as Neville slammed into a very stupid Alfred. How the hell did he think that was going to work!? I ran forward noting that Neville's broom had begun to lazily drift towards the forest. What an ass.

I reached Alfred and Neville and wasn't sure who looked worse. Alfred had a large gash on his head and his ankle looked less than okay, the only reason I wasn't too worried was for the fact he was currently trying to push Neville off of him. Who by the was sobbing, while clutching his wrist.

Madam Hooch suddenly appeared beside me. "Williams grab your idiot brother and follow me to the hospital wing. As for the rest of you, leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch." She grouched lifting Neville, while Matthew picked up Alfred who kept yelling that the hero was fine.

I wanted to follow but something told these kids are going to try something. I know Alfred will be fine, especially since Canada is with him.

As soon as the four were gone Malfoy the ass burst into laughter. Clutching his stomach he said, "Did you see his face? He was all white and than the other idiot had to go and try and catch him!" His laughter grew louder as the other slytherins joined in.

"Shut up Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped. Her eyes flashed as another slytherin girl giggled.

"Oooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson teased, sticking her tongue out. "Never thought you'd like fat, cry babies. Or maybe you have the hots for the so called hero?"

Everyone laughed while Pansy was left an angry red color. She stepped forward only to turn to Malfoy as he shouted. "Look!" He darted forward grabbing something off of the ground. "It's that stupid thing Longbottoms gran sent him."

The remberall glittered in the sun as he held it into the hair, a self satisfied grin adorned his face.

"Give that here, Malfoy." Harry muttered, everyone went silent and turned towards the two. Oh great now the two precious babies can have a little fight and both get expelled. Not that I care, maybe getting Harry expelled would mean that I could go home and get a fucking drink.

"I think I'll leave it up in a tree, or maybe a window. Somewhere so Longbottom can't reach, just so I can watch his fat face cry about his stupid toy." Malfoy smiled nastily.

Harry stomped forward yelling, but Malfoy had already jumped onto his broom. Shockingly enough the ass hadn't been lying he could actually fly quite well. Or he wasn't falling off of it anyways. He hovered next to an oak tree and teasingly called down,

"Come and get it Potter... unless you're too afraid to try."

Harry grabbed his broom pausing only when I grabbed his wrist, "I'm not going to stop you, just wanted to let you know that you're being an idiot." I released his arm and he glared. Ignoring Hermione who started yelling about what Hooch had said he grabbed his broom and soared into the air.

The higher he went the more gasps and screams sounded from around me. "Dumbass." I muttered, watching as he turned his broomstick sharply so he could face Malfoy.

"Give it here," Harry called a small smirk appearing on his face, "Or I'll knock you off that broom!"

Malfoy swayed slightly, his face twisting into what looked like an attempt to sneer which was ruined by his growing worry. "Oh yeah?" Malfoy said before yelling as Harry shot towards him.

Harry barely touched him as he zoomed past, but it clearly terrified Malfoy. Harry about faced staring at Malfoy with a glare. There was multiple claps from the ground, oh god this is literally like watching two cats fight. Actually I've seen cats fight and it's much more entertaining than this.

"No Crabbe and Goyle to save you up here Malfoy." Harry teased, Malfoy paled apparently realizing this same thing.

"Catch it than!" Malfoy yelled before throwing the remembrall high into the air and streaking back towards the ground.

I grinned, now things were getting interesting. Harry shot towards the ground his hand outstretched, about a foot from the ground he snatched the ball and pulled up.

Hermione gasped as he gently toppled to the ground grinning. Neville's remembrall safely clutched in his hand.

"Harry Potter!" Harry turned a furious Minerva who was running towards them. Harry stood his feet trembling.

She gave Harry a stern look before grabbing him and walking off. Everyone stood frozen before Malfoy laughed.

"Guess that's the last we'll see of Potter than!" He gloated looking at the other slytherins. Who all seemed just as pleased as he did. God it's like a cult, I guess I should probably tell him off. Alfred would be happy if I did.

I smirked slightly, before walking up to Malfoy who was too busy boasting to notice me coming up from behind him. His friends did though, all of them growing silent smiles vanishing quickly.

"You do realize that you just got your ass handed to you on a silver platter right? I wouldn't look so cocky if I was you." I teased, catching his attention. He spun around in the most girly way possible and glared.

"Last time I checked I wasn't the getting expelled. Why don't you go back to where ever you came from." He replied, looking more than a little proud of himself.

I rolled my eyes in response, "You do realize that I could tell any of the teachers about what you did and they'd believe me?" I asked leaning forward. It's always fun to invade someone's space it makes them nervous and they tend to get defensive and say stupid things.

"W-well my father-" Malfoy began.

"Shut up. No one cares about your father, and tell your goons to back off before I get mad." I sighed when I say Hooch come back onto the field, "I'll mess with you later brat." I finished, turning around walking back to Hermione who was nervous as hell. Malfoy let me, either nervous about the teacher or shocked that I wasn't quaking in my shoes over his father.

"You could have gotten into trouble!" She yelled pinching my arm. I slapped her hand and glared.

"The hell was that for? Why are you suddenly so buddy buddy. I don't need another kid to take care of." I hissed, my voice lowering as Hooch came closer.

Hermione turned pink, her brown eyes averting from mine. "A- Alfie wanted me to watch you. He said that you can be rude and I was suppose to make sure you didn't do anything stupid." She replied sounding awfully embarrassed. I almost smiled. Apparently Alfred made a friend.

"Fine, and he let's you can him Alfie?" I asked smirking when she squeaked indignantly.

"No, but it's so cute! I heard Matthew call him that." She said smiling slightly. Maybe I was wrong about her, that or I'm just in a friendly mood. Would explain why I didn't just smack Malfoy, who cares if he's twelve that doesn't him the right to be such a bitch. Besides technically I'm also twelve so we're equals.

"Don't let him hear you say that, apparently heros can't be cute." I replied with a laugh, jumping slightly when Hooch blew her whistle.

"Alright! Head off now, you've all had plenty of fun. Don't forget to get plenty of rest!" She yelled before waving us all off the lawn. Malfoy glared at me as he walked past. What is his issue?

I sighed and walked beside Hermione. "Do you want to pop by the hospital wing?" I asked politely. I was planning to go anyways and inviting her seemed like something Alfred would like, I have no idea why he likes her but that's not my issue.

Hermione beamed, "Yes! I haven't made many friends... but I'm glad you find me good enough company to invite. My mother always says to be yourself and you'll attract people who like you for being you. I was beginning to doubt her but now I have some friends." She ranted, her voice chipper than usual. This poor lonely girl. Eh, guess it couldn't hurt to have someone this smart as a friend. She might be useful later.

"Ah, well your mother is correct. Do we turn here?" I questioned staring at the moving steps in annoyance. The school has changed since I attended, not that I've gotten lost. Well maybe once but that was only because I swore that the steps moved counter clockwise but I turned out to be wrong.

Hermione nodded and pointed to a pair of doors, "There it is. I'm glad someone else gets confused too. It took me ages to find a book with an even slightly reliable map, even then it wasn't much use. I had to practice on the weekends."

Oh my god she doesn't shut up. I regret inviting her completely. I walked to the doors pushing them open and practically running over to Alfred and Matthew. Dear god let her go bother one of them, I'm not in the mood to entertain not her anyway.

"Artie! You have come to visit my deathbed." Alfred squealed his eyes lighting up in delight. Apparently he grew bored of Matthew. I nearly smirked at that thought. Canadian can't keep up with this british ass.

"Hello love, you alright?" I asked hopping onto the bed with him. Alfred nodded before looking annoyed.

"Yes, but the lady won't let me leave. She wants to make sure I have enough blood or something, apparently I bled a lot." He said with a sigh. His arms falling to his sides in a dramatic display.

"Alfred you shouldn't want to leave until you're all better." Hermione chided, almost like a mother. Oh no we're going to have another Ukraine on our hands. I swear that woman won't stop trying to feed Alfred, so much where even he didn't want to eat. Which trust me, that in itself was enough for me to grow concern.

"I know that! But I know I'm all healed up. I really wanted to go eat." Alfred pouted, sapphire eyes staring at Hermione pitifully.

She giggled, "Sorry Alfred, maybe Pomfrey will release you if you ask politely?" She suggested. Matthew rolled his eyes. Someone is in a bad mood.

"Actually I was about to release him anyway. Neville just left and you need food. Matthew I'm relying on you to make sure he doesn't try anything." Pomfrey said, walking over to us and patting Alfred's head.

Alfred shot out of the bed almost knocking me over and ran towards the door, or would have if it wasn't for Matthew grabbing him. "No way little bro. You need to take it easy. No offense to Neville but he's a big kid, and he landed on your head. You can walk for now." He stated giving Alfred a firm but dare I say kind look.

Alfred sighed but nodded, even though we both knew as soon as Matthew wasn't looking he was going to run like hell. Alfred has serious issues. Which are actually quite amusing.

"Okay, but I'm really, super duper hungry so can we eat?" He begged pulling on Matthew's arm. He nodded and allowed himself to be pulled off. I groaned getting up to follow. Yeah now we get to see if Harry got expelled or not. I doubt it though, Dumbledore tends to play favorites.

We walked to the dining hall and I nearly groaned. So much for me getting to go home, Harry was sitting next to Ron and both looked like giggling school girls who were telling each other who they fancied.

Alfred speed walked over to the table and sat down he then looked at me patting the seat next to him. I sat down allowing him to pat my head before he zoned out intending to put himself in a food coma. Hermione sat next to me and awkwardly looked at Harry and Ron.

"I start training next week." Harry stated, Ron gasping in amazement. Oh lord get married already. "Don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."

The Weasley twins walked by and began whispering something to Harry. I ignored them and instead focused on Alfred who was chewing on a pretzel playing with what looked like a yoyo.

"Where the hell did you get that?" I asked curiously leaning over to see it better. Alfred paused from eating and grinned at me.

"Liet sent it to me, he knows about me being with you. But he thinks we're in England together to get a change of scenery or something. Not sure what crap Matthew told him. Point is he sent something to the address and somehow these clever little owls knew it was for me. He thought I'd be bored." Alfred replied doing multiple difficult tricks with the toy.

I huffed, "How am I boring. Please if anyone is boring it's you. You're the one who's too shy to try anything new." I added with a smirk. Alfred slapped my arm his cheeks red.

"Don't say stuff like that." He whispered before freezing and turning to see Malfoy and his goonies walk up to Harry and Ron. "Great, they're gonna start something."

"Having a last meal? When does the train leave to the muggles leave?" Malfoy sneered after saying his failed attempt of an insult.

"You see a lot more confident now that you're back on the ground with your little friends." Harry replied simply. I stifled a laugh. There is nothing little about those two idiots Harry must be relying on the fact teachers are around to be throwing insults like that.

"I'll take you on anytime. Tonight in fact, wizards duel no contact. What's wrong, you've never heard of a wizard's duel I suppose." Malfoy teased.

"Of course he has, I'm his second who's yours?" Ron replied sharply. Leaving a very confused and slightly nervous Harry to stare at them in confusion.

Malfoy turned to his goons as if sizing them up. "Crabbe, we'll meet in the trophy room at midnight. That's always unlocked." And with that Malfoy slunk off.

Harry looked at Ron in confusion and I decided to tune the two idiots out. Might as well as let Alfred and Hermione get on to them. Not that they'll listen. Which means I'll be needing to give a little chore to Matthew. Hopefully he doesn't get to pissed about. But there's no way I can sneak out while making sure Alfred doesn't. Plus Matthew has a natural way of blending in, and admittedly I've forgotten about him quite a few times.

I groaned when Neville walked over to us smiling like an idiot... smiling at Alfred actually. I pulled Alfred closer to me which shocked him but he probably figured I was just being affectionate. No way in hell am I letting a starstruck eleven year old mess with Alfred.

"Alfred! T- thanks for the help earlier. I'm sorry I crushed you." Neville said shyly. Alfred grinned, oh god here comes the hero complex.

"No problem buddy. If you're not doing anything do you want to head back to the dorm and play some chess with me? Artie you're invited too." Alfred offered smiling at Neville who looked extremely pleased. Neville nodded happily and practically bounced after Alfred. Arthur stood next to him me giving Neville a few probably unkind looks.

I decided I wouldn't do the duel/doggy scene. It's basically the same as the book but Matthew is watching them and Neville isn't there I guess. Sorry this took so long but I promise I won't give up on the story guys! Reviews and follows really do affect me. So as long as I believe people still like it, I won't drop it.