Disclaimer: In chapter one
AN: Sorry that this chapter's shorter, it felt like a natural ending point for the chapter. Please review.
The next day, after lessons finished, there was the opportunity for a flying lesson. Madame Hooch led the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students out to the Quidditch pitch. It quickly became a catastrophe. Neville Longbottom kicked off from the ground with too much force and began to spiral upwards. He soon tumbled from his broom and broke his wrist on impact with the ground. Harry saw his rememball roll out of his pocket. He went forward to pick it up and return it to Neville when Malfoy picked the ball up. Harry and Ginny's children were suddenly very excited. He glanced back at where they sat with Ginny, they had not been allowed to fly in the lesson but were allowed to watch. James had been very certain that he wanted to watch this particular lesson.
"Look! It's that stupid thing his Gran got him!" Malfoy called out.
"Give it here Malfoy." Harry told him, deathly calm.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find it. How about up a tree?" The blond boy shot off into the air above the whomping willow. Harry mounted his own broom. He rose into the air smoothly and quickly. He had flown with Ginny in the night at the Burrow while everyone else slept, it was one secret that the two shared. Well, apparently the children already knew since the pair did a fair bit of night flying in the future as well, but the children had agreed not to tell anyone.
Malfoy refused to be reasoned with, he threw the rememball as far as he could. It was with a glint in his eye that Harry dived, he was practically in freefall and heading straight for the whomping willow. The rememball fell through the branches as he dove and it awoke the tree. Ginny's second perspective aided him immensely, he could see and therefore avoid the branches which were out of view from his own sight. The children's cheering, while encouraging, was less helpful.
Harry had no problem at all dodging through the flailing branches of the tree even on this old school broom which tugged slightly to the left and deftly caught the rememball about a foot from the ground before he straightened up and wove his way around the tree trunk to avoid the branches and burst out above it.
When he landed Professor McGonagall was already waiting for him. She didn't speak, although her frown told him of her disappointment, and simply held out her hand into which he deposited Neville's rememball and then turned, not even checking that he was following. He followed her into her office. Ginny and the children were stood outside, from the look on Professor McGonagall's face it was obvious that they were there even for someone who didn't share Ginny's senses.
"Mister Potter I should suspend you at the least for what just happened." She spoke calmly. Harry's head reddened in shame and he kept his head bowed, not even sitting in the seat opposite the professor. "However I shall not be doing so." His face snapped up to look at hers. "I believe that you acted selflessly and nobly, both of which are characteristics that I would like to think that I help foster in my students."
She paused. "I would like to offer you a place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, we could do with a seeker and if what I've just seen is any evidence then you'll make a good one. I'll speak to Professor Dumbledore about bending the first year broom rule, your first practise is on Saturday, I'll tell Wood that you're coming. However, should I discover any misbehaviour, I may reconsider my decision to not punish you today. Is that understood?" Harry nodded. He could feel Ginny nodding on the other side of the door.
When he left the office the children hugged him. "Daddy is the best seeker in the world!" Albus told him. He glanced at Ginny, he hadn't heard her tell them what was happening, she shrugged it was likely that this was something that had happened in the future, or past, or whatever the word was for something from the future that had already happened, Harry was getting confused and he could see his confusion bleeding over into Ginny's mind. She poked him and dragged him off to dinner, the children already barrelling through the corridor.
They had discussed the previous night before sleep, in separate beds again, the issue of this bad man called Tom. Neither knew anyone called Tom but if they had splitting head pains whenever he was nearby then things weren't going to go well if they ever had to fight him away. They decided to do research to see if there were any known criminals called Tom and on ways to prevent someone attacking their minds. So far they had only experienced the pain in Professor Quirrel's class but they knew that Professor Quirrel's first name was Quirinus, unless he was only pretending.
That night they fell asleep with some difficulty, it felt as if now that they had experienced sleeping in one another's arms they simply couldn't sleep any other way. The better part of the night had passed by the time they drifted off.