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Around mid September, Severus, Harry and the other Slytherins hurried down the front steps into the grounds, along with the Gryffindors for their first flying lesson. "Good morning everyone and welcome to flying lessons," Madam Rolanda Hooch said as she arrived. Her eyes were like an eagle and she had short grey hair. "Now, everyone step up to your broomsticks and hold your wand hand over the broom and say up." The class followed her direction. Harry's broom was the first to jump up, a few people, including Hermione smiled impressively. Severus walked up and using non-verbal magic his broom jumped up at once as well.
After about ten minutes everyone got their brooms up and were ready to start with the basics. Unfortunately Neville's broom was out of control and the poor boy was flying uncontrollably around the grounds. The students and Hooch watched in fear (Draco with glee). Severus noticed a purple turban quickly hide around the corner. As for Neville, the boy landed on the hard ground and suffered a broken wrist. Hooch took the boy to the hospital wing.
"No brooms in the air! If I catch any of you in the air, I will personally see you expelled. Mr. Snape, your are in charge," Hooch said as she left with Neville.
"Can that fat dork do anything, right?" Draco asked, showing off and playing with Neville's remembrall, as the Slytherins, excluding Harry and Severus, were laughing.
"Enough showing off Malfoy, give it back." Severus glared at the boy.
"Just having fun, Snape." Draco then took off on his broom, and Harry quickly went after him.
"Severus, no! You heard Madam Hooch," Hermione pleas for Severus to not go after them.
"I'm stopping two dunderheads from breaking their necks from childish games," Severus said as Draco and Harry were fighting in the air, trying to knock each other off their brooms. Severus caught up with them. "Play time is over, Malfoy, give back the remembrall and stop being a pain in the ass." Severus was getting annoyed with these foolish childish games. Draco just smiled and threw the the remembrall, Harry quickly caught it as Draco flew back down. Harry quickly returned, followed by Severus as the Gryffindors cheered Harry.
"HARRY POTTER!" Severus turned around and saw a glare from Minerva, "follow me please," she said and turned to Severus, "Severus, you too." Severus just glared, wondering what she wants, and the two followed her inside the school. Severus noticed the look of worry and fear on Harry's face as they were led to Dumbledore's office.
"Minerva, Harry and Severus what is the pleasure?" Dumbledore smiled; Harry smiled nervously back while Severus was still annoyed.
"Unsupervised flying, foolishly putting themselves in danger," Minerva said. Severus just rolled his eyes at Minerva's remark. Surely, if Harry was a Gryffindor, Minerva would be running to get him to be a part of the Gryffindor's Quidditch team.
"I see," Dumbledore said and smiled at Harry, "and how is the young man at flying?"
"I don't see why that matters. Unsupervised flying of a first year student, I say is a weeks detention."
"Potter is good at flying, just like his useless father," Snape said, speaking directly into Dumbledore's mind, as the old man smiled at Harry.
"Minerva, before any punishment is done, we need Horace, he is their Head of House," Dumbledore said as he went off to floo call Horace, and in a few minutes Horace arrived with a disappointed look at Harry.
"I just recently got word, that Harry is a great flyer like his old man," Dumbledore smiled and soon Horace smiled as well.
"Well that's wonderful, we need a Seeker. Maybe next year, my boy," Horace praised Harry.
"Well, I can't see why we can't change the rules on that, Horace inform Flint you have a new Seeker." Minerva looked like she was going to protest but Dumbledore waved her down. "Harry, you may go now. Severus, I wish to talk to you." Harry said a quick goodbye and told Severus he will wait for him outside. Once Potter left, Minerva spoke up.
"Really, Albus?"
"Now, now, Minerva," Dumbledore said cheerfully, as he turned to Severus. "Looks like you have two new players, Horace."
"No, no, no I am not playing that stupid game," Severus glared.
"That leaves the other houses with a disadvantage," Minerva said.
"If Harry was a Gryffindor, we wouldn't being this conversation." Severus eyed Minerva, "now would we?"
"No, it's that I don't want to see them get hurt," Minerva said.
"Minerva really this isn't about silly house rivalry now, is it?" Horace asked.
"It has nothing to do with that Horace!"
"Mum, dad, please stop fighting," Severus said sarcastically as he turned to Dumbledore, "I really have no say."
"No, you don't. You have to protect Harry."
"Fine! Can I go now?" Dumbledore give Severus a nod, "before I go, we should all keep a eye on Quirrell. I don't trust him, something is off about him."
"We will, and Severus did you trick Harry into being a Slytherin?" Albus asked.
"No I didn't. I was just as surprised as you." Severus left the office and found Harry outside waiting for him. Severus informed Harry that he as well will be a part of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Soon Horace Slughorn left the office and took them to Flint to inform him about the new players for the team. The following weekend, Flint took Severus along with Harry out to the Quidditch field. Flint carried a box out to the field.
"Okay listen up, Quidditch has seven players. Three chasers, that's me, Adrian and Severus. Two beaters. One keeper and a seeker, that's you. There are three types of balls." Flint explained as he opens the box. "Now this ball is a Quaffle, and the chasers tried to put the Quaffle through one of those giant golden hoops." Flint pointed at both ends of field to where the hoops were, "the keeper defends the hoops." Before Flint takes the next ball out, he hands Harry a bat and then releases the next ball. The ball zoomed through the air and flew to Harry, as he gives it a hard smack, sending it flying. With a flick of Flint's wrist, the ball flew back and was locked back up.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"A bludger. A beaters job is to try to hit the other team with it," Flint explained and handed Harry his broomstick. "Alright this next ball is the golden snitch, it's your job to catch it. I'm going to release it and time your speed at catching it, alright?" Harry gave a quick nod and Flint released the snitch and Harry zoomed after it. After about three minutes, Harry caught the snitch.