I only own my OCs. J.K. Rowling owns the rest.
Outside, flying practice. The students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, MADAM HOOCH, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.
Hooch: Good afternoon, class.
Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.
Hooch: Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "up!"
Class: Up!
Harry's broom flies into his hand.
Harry: Whoa.
Hermione stares as the class continues.
Taylor: Up!
Taylor's broom flies into her hand
Draco: Up!
Draco's broomstick flies up into his hand and Draco smugly grins.
Hooch: With feeling!
Grace: Up!
Her broom flies into her hand
Hermione: Up. Up. Up. Up.
Ron: Up!
His broom flies up and conks him on the nose
Ron: Ow!
Harry laughs
Ron: Shut up, Harry.
Hooch: Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end.
Class mounts
Hooch: 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...{tweet!}
Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.
Neville: Oh...
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.
Girl: Neville, what are you doing?
Students: Neville...Neville...
Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet.
Neville begins soaring away
Hooch: M-M-Mr. Longbottom Mr. Longbottom!
Neville: AHH!
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!
Neville soars away
Neville: Down! Down! Ahhhh!
Harry: Neville!
Neville: Help!
Hooch: Come back down this instant!
Neville: AHH!
He soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch holds out her wand to stop him.
Neville: Help!
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!
Neville approaches. The students scatter and Hooch dives out of the way. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.
Neville: Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!
He zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there.
Neville: Oh. Ah...help!
He wavers, then the cloak rips, and he falls, catching on a torch, but then slipping out and falling to the ground.
Neville: Ahh!
Hooch: Everyone out of the way!
She runs through the group, and they scatter.
Hooch: Come on, get up.
Girl: Is he alright?
Neville: Owowowow.
Hooch: Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get.
Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.
Hooch: Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch.
Draco laughs
Draco: Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat butt.
Draco laughs again.
Harry: Give it here, Malfoy.
Draco: No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.
He hops on broom and soars around group, then through.
Draco: How 'bout up on the roof?
He soars off and hovers high in the sky.
Draco: What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?
Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him.
Hermione: Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly.
Harry flies off.
Hermione: What an idiot.
Grace: I agree
Harry is now in the air, across from Draco.
Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!
Draco: Is that so?
Harry makes a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360.
Draco: Have it your way, then!
He throws the Remembrall into the air.
Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working/watching, he catches it, and then heads back to the group. The students all cheer and run to see him.
Boy: Good job, Harry!
Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked, Harry.
McGonagall appears quickly
McGonagall: Harry Potter? Follow me.
Harry sullenly follows her. Draco and his goons laugh.
In Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana.
Quirrell: An iguana s-such as this is an essential in-gredient
McGonagall approaches the class and stops Harry
McGonagall: You wait here.
McGonagall: Excuse me, excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Could I borrow Wood for a moment?
Quirrell: Oh. Y-yes, of course.
A boy, Oliver Wood, gets up to leave and Quirrell continues.
Quirrell: And the vampire b-bat…
McGonagall: Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!
Harry and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.
Nick: Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well.
Ron: Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in…
Harry: …A century, according to McGonagall.
Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry.
Fred: Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!
Ron: Charlie, Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters and a chaser.
George: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred: Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally...
They break off from Harry and Ron, who walk across a courtyard.
George: But they'll turn up in a month or two!
Ron: Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!
Hermione jumps up from her work and comes to join them. Along with Taylor and Grace
Harry: But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?
Hermione: You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.
Taylor: What do you mean Hermione?
The five approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists James Potter as a Seeker.
Ron: Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too.
Harry: I-I didn't know.
The five are walking up a staircase. A railing pulls in…Hermione looks, but continues walking.
Ron: I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do.
Harry: Who doesn't?
The staircase shudders and begins to move. The five grab the railings.
Ron: Ahh!
Hermione gasps.
Grace: What's happening?
Hermione: The staircases change, remember?
The staircase stops, in a new place.
Harry: Let's go this way.
Ron: Before the staircase moves again.
They all open a door and walk into a spooky, dark room.
Harry: Does anyone feel like...we shouldn't be here?
Hermione: We're not supposed to be here. This is the 3rd floor. It's forbidden.
Taylor: Uh Oh
Harry: Let's go.
Suddenly, a flame lights on a tall stone support. At that moment, the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, comes running in and meows. The group jumps
Ron: It's Filch's cat!
Harry: Run!
The group runs. Flames are lit as they go. They get to the end of the corridor, to a door. Harry grabs the handle, but it's locked.
Harry: It's locked!
Ron: That's it, we're done for!
Hermione: Oh, move over!
She pushes through and pulls out her wand
Hermione: Alohomora.
The door opens.
Hermione: Get in.
They bustle in.
Ron: Alohomora?
Hermione: Standard book of spells, Chapter 7.
Filch appears at the start of the corridor with a light. Mrs. Norris looks at him.
Filch: Anyone here, my sweet? {meow} Come on.
Hermione: Filch is gone.
Ron: Probably thinks this door's locked.
Hermione: It was locked.
Harry: And for good reason.
Taylor, Grace, Ron and Hermione turn to stand with Harry. There is a massively huge three headed dog sleeping in front of them. The dog, Fluffy, begins to wake. It growls, yawns, and growls more...noticing the intruders.
All: AHHHHHHH!
The five bolt, running out of the door. They turn quickly to shut the door and battle against the dog. They get the door shut and run.
Back in the Gryffindor common room. They are breathless.
Ron: What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school.
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!
They begin to climb the stairs to the dorms.
Hermione: It was standing on a trap door. Which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.
Harry: Guarding something?
Hermione: That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed...or worse, expelled!
She turns and leaves, followed by Taylor and Grace, shutting the door to their dorm.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!
Harry nods.
