A.N. Hello all my lovely readers, this story has reached 150 followers, wow that makes me feel quite proud, yay! *Throws confetti around and then vacuums it back up to use later because she is cheap*Anyways, here is a new chapter for all of you lovelies, sorry for any delay between chapters. I am going to announce a few things right now in order to preemptively clear any confusion that may happen later on. Harry is going to meet Naru way before Mai ever does, as the Potter family is going to be business associates with the Davis family, Tracy Davis' family of which Naru and Gene are a part of. Naru will not know at first that Harry and Mai are adoptive relations as when Naru is first going to meet Mai Harry will be at school. Ok that is it for now, well other than as Harry is 11 I am not going to involve any romance type aspects quite yet.

Disclaimer: I, quite unfortunately, do not own Harry Potter or Ghost Hunt. If I did I would not be writing fanfictions, and I would not be drowning in college loans.

Bold- from the books/movies

"Talking"

Thinking/Talking between minds

Dated September 9th 1991

Harry looked at his two nervous friends with some amusement, today was the day of their flying lesions, and despite his assurances that they would be fine both Neville and Hermione were extremely…twitchy. Hermione was repeating facts from a library book called 'Quidditch through the Ages' and Neville was clinging on to everything that she was saying, desperate for anything that might help him hang on his broomstick later. Ronald Weasley seemed to be getting annoyed at Hermione for repeating the facts in the book verbatim, and so was quite glad when her jittery lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the hundreds of owls that brought the mail.

Harry glanced up to see if he saw his owl Olga there; she wasn't, though a barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things – this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look you hold it tight like this and if it turns red – oh…" Harry watched as his friend's face fell at the sight of the swirling red smoke in the little glass ball. "…you've forgotten something…"

His face scrunched up as he tried to remember what it was that he had forgotten, his grip on the Remembrall loosening somewhat as he concentrated. Draco Malfoy, who had been walking past the table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Harry stood up calmly from the table, where as Ronald Weasley had immediately leapt up, wand at the ready. Just as calmly as he had stood up Harry held out his hand to the blonde boy.

"Pardon me, Malfoy-shi,* but it is rather rude to snatch things from the hands of another. I was taught that the proper thing to do would be to ask, and I am sure that should you hand the ball back and then ask nicely then Neville would be willing to let you see it closer," he said. He kept his voice at a respectful tone, though there was a distinct cold edge to it that promised pain if the other boy did not give in to the demands of the slightly shorter ebony haired, bespectacled, boy who held out his hand to him. With an air of reluctance to him Malfoy placed the ball into the outstretched hand. Harry smiled politely as he handed the ball back to Neville. "Thank you very much Malfoy-shi, that was not so hard, now was it?"

Malfoy, for his part, looked as if he had been force-fed a lemon wedge. Some of the students around Harry were looking at the exchange between the two with a small amount of awe. No doubt the infamous Hogwarts rumor mill would spread and embellish the story by the end of the day.

Harry, Hermione and Neville all headed down to the grounds, along with the rest of the Gryffindors, for their first ever flying lesson. Despite the clear weather Harry could sense that his two friends were rather nervous about the affair. Harry purposefully slowed his steps down some so that the three of them were lagging behind the rest of their class as they walked. "Guys, don't sweat about it, ok? Think of brooms like horses, they are going to be able to sense when you are nervous, so we should just stay calm yes?" he spoke to the two of them with a grin as he linked arms with them.

They were the last of the students to arrive at the field and Harry quickly directed his friends to the last three brooms, making sure that they got the better looking of the three brooms and taking the worst looking one for himself. The three of them turned their attention onto their instructor, a woman with short, spiky grey hair and yellow, hawk-like eyes, named Madam Hooch.

"Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." She barked out to orders at a few students that had not already decided to stand beside their brooms. There was a slight rush as a couple of students almost got in a fight over one of the brooms. "Stick out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!'"

Resounding shouts of 'Up!' rang through the lawn as the students took their instructor's words to heart. As Harry shouted up we watched his broom jump from the ground and into his hand, though it was one of the very few that did so. The only others that seemed to have had this effect on their brooms were Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley and a girl in Sytherin house whose name was Tracy Davis if he was not mistaken. Hermione's broom had given a half hearted roll on the first command of up and Neville's had hovered two inches before dropping back down.

"Just relax, remember, they are like horses, there is nothing to be nervous about, Madam Hooch is here for a reason," he murmured softly to the two beside him.

He smiled as they both relaxed slightly at his words and got their brooms to fly up into their hands within the next three cries of up. Offering a wide smile to his two friends he gave them the universal 'thumbs up for a good job' gesture.

The lesson passed with little incident after that, Harry kept his friends calm as he could when the time came for them to lift off into the air. His broom, being the worst of the group of three that he and his friends had chosen to ride, had had a bit of trouble when he lifted off. He felt that it had immediately started to lift higher than it should have and quickly called out for Madam Hooch. She flew up on her own broom and coached him on the proper way to land and then he sat in the grass with Neville and Hermione, both of them using the excuse of a fear of heights in order to sit out.

Dinner was as quiet an affair as one could have in a school full of children. A few students had heard about Harry's mishap with in class with his broom, and honestly he was getting rather tired of some of the people that thought it funny to taunt him. Finally fed up with it he stood from his spot, startling his two friends and walking farther along the table to where Percy Weasley was sitting with a few of his year mates and tapped him on the shoulder, waiting politely for the older boy to stop his conversation before speaking to him.

"Pardon me Weasley-senpai, but as you are the oldest student that I know, I thought it best to ask you this question," he stated as soon as the older boy had turned to him. "Why does the school not get brooms that are a slightly better quality than the brooms they have now? I am unsure if you have heard the rumers that have been going around, but there was a bit of an incident with my broom during my flying lesson, would it not be wise to get new brooms. I know that there are probably some old Hogwarts students that play on professional teams that would be willing to donate old brooms if the situation were explained to them."

By the time he finished Percy was looking quite shocked while the boy who sat beside him, a sturdy looking fifth-year who had brown hair and eyes, looked thoughtful. "You're Harry Potter right?" He spoke up, making his question sound like a statement. Harry nodded anyway and the still unnamed boy smiled and made a space for Harry to sit beside him. Holding out his hand to him as the first-year sat down. "Oliver Wood, Capitan of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Now about this idea…."

*Shi, according to Wikipedia, is used in formal speech/writing in order to refer to a person or persons that the speaker has never meet before, pr that they barely know.

Shh, I know I just got really lazy at the end there, but it has been a while since I updated so here it is.

To Guest reviewer ALUCARD: Thank you for your review, but may I ask what exactly is cool? Is it the whole story or a specific part? I would usually PM this to you, but as you are a guest I can't really do that…