The next morning found Harry increasingly excited and nervous. He hadn't ever been on a broom in his life, and he would have never thought he would have until that day.

Hermione was just as nervous. He could tell because of the way she jumped when he spoke to her, as if being snapped back to reality.

Harry snapped back to reality as Madam Hooch spoke.

"Now, hold your hands over your brooms, and comand 'up'." She barked and everyone did so, some succeeding, some getting smacked in the face, like Ron.

Harry snickered as Ron's broom flew up and whacked him in the face before falling back to the ground.

"Shut up, 'Arry." He mumbled, making Harry laugh even more before he commanded his broom into his hand.

Many of the students who couldn't command it on they're first try looked at Harry with an envious look, which he brushed off with ease.

Neville Longbottom, a shy boy in the class, was cowering at the looks he got from some of the other kids, and Harry felt an unnatural protectiveness over him, so he walked over to stand next to him.

"Hi Neville," Harry said quietly, and the shy boy jumped, his brown eyes wide with surprise.

"H-hi...," He stuttered, looking down, watching Harry only out of the corner of his eye.

"Now. Mount your brooms, kick off gently, and then land down again," Madam Hooch commanded, and they all did.

Neville was about to kick off, but Harry stopped him before he could, noticing one of the Slytherin's with their wand out, muttering a spell. Harry walked up to them, his eyes flashing.

"What're you doing to Neville's broom?" He growled softly, and the Slytherin snorted.

"No one needs that klutz around. All he does is cause problems," The kid said, and Harry stepped up to be nose to nose with him.

"Do anything to him, and you'll be sorry. I'm rather fond of the Gryffindors," Harry growled lowly. Something in his eyes spoke truth of that statement, because the Slytherin stumbled back, his eyes wide. "Got it?"

The boy nodded, and Harry walked back to Neville, who was watching him.

"Why would you stand up for me?" he asked, and Harry looked at him like it was obvious.

"I'd rather that one of my friends NOT get hurt," Harry stated, smirking. Neville smiled happily, and with that, they both kicked off, landing again only minutes later.

And that's when everything went wrong.


Neville landed, only to be thrown back up into the air, making the Slytherin's laugh. Harry watched in horror as the Gryffindor began to fall back to earth, and before he knew what he was doing, he had thrown his hands to the ground, and a rectangular pillar of earth shot up with him on it, sending him towards Neville.

Neville crashed into Harry, and Harry sat him up before sending the earth back to the ground. Everyone was looking at him in shock, including Madam Hooch, who looked as if she were just about to cast a spell to catch Neville.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, stepping forwards, her eyes burning with unasked questioned. Harry pled to her through his eyes to ask them later. She nodded slightly.

Most of the Slytherin's were smirking, as if thinking Harry would get into trouble with Winry for doing Alchemy.

Oh how wrong they were.

How wrong, indeed.