Chapter 11
This chapter follows along with chapter nine, in the book.
The first years received a notice that flying lessons were going to start. The Gryffindors would be learning with the Slytherins. That didn't bother Sakora though. However, the other Gryffindors had groaned at the thought of having to put up with Slytherins.
"I can't wait until flying lessons start," Sakora said to her friends. "I love flying. My brother, AJ, used to take me flying with him during the summer."
"Speak for yourself," mumbled Harry. "That's all I wanted to do, make a full of myself in front of Malfoy."
"You don't know you'll make a full of yourself," Ron tried to reassure him.
When it was time for their first flying lesson, the Gryffindors made their way out to the grounds, where the Slytherins were already waiting. These lessons were being taught by Madam Hooch.
The first years took their places, each by a broomstick.
"Up!" shouted Sakora, along with everyone else. Her broom jumped into her hand right away. She noticed that Harry's did as well. A few of the others got theirs to as well. Sakora watched as everyone else struggled to get their brooms to jump into their hands.
Madam Hooch walked up and down telling them how to grip their broomsticks properly. When she was about to blow her whistle for them all to kick off from the ground, Neville Longbottom's broom suddenly took off into the air.
"Mr. Longbottom!" shouted Madam Hooch.
Neville panicked and accidentally let go of the broom, and fell to the ground with a hard thump.
Madam Hooch ran to him. She helped him up, mumbling "A broken wrist."
"No one is to touch those brooms," she said to the rest of the class. "Or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch."
Madam Hooch walked Neville back up to the castle.
Malfoy started to laugh. "Did you see his face?"
"Shut up, Malfoy," shouted Parvati Patil.
Draco then, picked something up off the ground. It was Neville's remembrall that his gran had just sent him that morning.
"Give it here, Malfoy," said Harry.
Everyone grew quiet as they watched the two boys.
"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," said Draco, hopping onto his broom. "How about on the roof?"
He flew into the air. Harry started to climb onto his broom, when Hermione Granger said, "Harry, no way. You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly yet."
He glanced at her, and then took off into the air, after Malfoy. He was doing well for his first time flying. Sakora grinned. She knew he could do it.
Sakora had found an old album this past summer, with pictures of her dad and his friends. She found out her dad had been friends with Harry's dad, and she had heard stories about him too. She knew James Potter hadn't been captain of his Quidditch team for nothing.
Sakora watched as Harry tried to get the remembrall from Malfoy. They were too high up to hear what they were saying. She watched as Harry dove for Malfoy, but missed, and Malfoy threw the remembrall towards the roof of the school. Harry flew after it. He caught it right before it smashed into one of the windows. He then flew back to the ground, holding the remembrall above his head.
The Gryffindors, along with Sakora's cousin, Juanita Tonks, and an Asian boy from Slytherin, ran to Harry. They were all shouting about how amazing he had been, when a voice shouted out:
"Harry Potter!"
They all turned to see Professor McGonagall standing there. "Come with me," she said to Harry.
The Gryffindors were all mumbling, while Harry walked behind Professor McGonagall back into the school, and the Slytherins were all snickering.
"What do you think is going to happen to him?" asked Ron.
"I don't know," said Sakora, shaking her head.
"He'll probably be expelled," said Hermione, matter-of-factly.
"Don't say that," Ron growled at the bushy haired, know-it-all.
"Well, it'll be his own fault if he is," said Hermione, sniffing.
Sakora turned to her cousin and said, "Who is this, Juanita?"
"Oh," she said, turning to the Asian boy, standing beside her. "This is my friend, Damian Tang. He's the only one in my house that I would have as a friend." she said, while glaring at her other housemates, who were all talking excitedly about what could be happening with Harry.
"Likewise," said Damian, nodding his head. "That lot is nothing but bigoted idiots. I don't know how I got stuck with them. Especially Malfoy, the prat."
Ron looked at the boy, Damian, and grinned. "I like him already. How come you were put into Slytherin anyway?"
Damian shrugged and said, "Both my parents were. And so is my older brother, Lance. He's a second year."
"Oh," said Ron. "But, I like you anyway. Even if you are a Slytherin."
"Thanks. I think," said Damian.
Sakora laughed. She knew how Ron felt towards Slytherins. She had been afraid he would turn on Juanita for becoming one, claiming that she must have been evil this whole time, but he hadn't. And, he accepted her new friend without question, which was really saying something.
That evening at dinnertime, Harry told his friends that McGonagall had made him seeker of the Gryffindor team.
"You must be the youngest Quidditch player in a…" Ron began.
"Century," Harry finished for him. "According to McGonagall."
Fred and George Weasley came over to congradulate Harry. They were on the team too, as beaters.
After the twins left with Zach and Coalt, to meet Lee Jordon, Draco Malfoy came up behind Harry, with Crabbe and Goyle, following him as usual.
"So, when are they sending you back to the muggles, Potter?" he sneered.
"You're a lot braver now that you have your friends with you," said Harry.
"I'll take you on, on my own, tonight," snarled Malfoy. "I challenge you to a wizard's duel."
"You're on. I'm his second," said Ron. "Who's yours?"
"Crabbe," said Malfoy, after glancing at his cronies. "It'll be at midnight."
With that, the three of them walked away.
"What's a wizard's duel?" Harry asked Ron.
Ron explained to him about a wizard's duel. As he finished, Hermione Granger came up and warned Harry about wondering around at night. Harry and Ron just told her to mind her own business.
That night, after the other Gryffindors had gone to sleep, Harry and Ron crept out of their dormitory, followed by Dimitri.
Sakora and Nina snuck out of their dorm as well. They and Dimitri were going to wait up in the Common Room, so they could hear what happened when Harry and Ron got back.
As Harry and Ron made their way across the common room, a light came on, all of a sudden. Hermione stood there, frowning at them.
"Go back to bed," Ron snarled at her.
"Don't you care if you get us all into trouble?" Hermione hissed at them, as she followed them through the portrait hole.
Sakora, Nina, and Dimitri glanced at each other, before following them out as well.
"Go away," Harry snapped at the infuriating girl.
"Fine. But I've warned you," she said, turning away from them. She then saw to her horror, the Fat Lady wasn't in her frame.
"Now what am I going to do?" Hermione cried out.
"That's your problem," said Ron, as he and Harry walked away.
"I guess we have to come with you, after all," Sakora said, as she, Nina, and Dimitri followed them.
Harry just nodded.
"I'm coming too," said Hermione.
"No," said Ron.
"Filch could be along any moment," said Hermione.
Before Ron could say anything back, they heard a noise in the corridor. They all stopped and listened. However, it turned out to be only Neville. He had forgotten the password to get into the Common Room.
They continued on their way, reluctantly allowing Hermione and Neville to tag along.
The seven Gryffindors made their way through the dark corridors, until they finally reached the trophy room.
Malfoy and Crabbe hadn't arrived yet.
"Maybe he chickened out," said Ron.
They heard a noise in the next room. Then, they heard Filch talking.
"Sniff around, my sweet," he was saying to his cat, Mrs. Norris. "They are here somewhere."
"Come on," Harry mouthed to the others.
They all followed him towards the door. They had all barely made it out, when they heard Filch entering the room.
They made their way silently, down a corridor, lined with suits of armor. It was silent, that is until, Neville bumped a suit of armor, and it crashed to the floor.
The scared first years all made a run for it.
After running for a while, they came to a door. They could hear Filch not far off. The door was locked.
"Oh. Move over," snapped Hermione. "Alohamora," she said, pointing her wand at the lock of the door. The door opened, and they all rushed through and closed it, before Filch appeared in the corridor.
The Gryffindors all stopped to catch their breaths.
"Malfoy tricked you," growled Hermione.
They heard Filch walking away, cursing.
They sighed in relief. "What, Neville?" said Harry, turning to the boy, who had been tugging on him.
They all turned to see a monstrous beast, facing them. It was a giant three-headed dog that was staring at them, with its six yellow eyes.
They noticed, too late, that they were in the forbidden corridor.
They hurried to open the door, scrambling out, as the dog's heads started lunging at them. They got the door closed, and ran back to Gryffindor tower.
Luckily the Fat Lady was back in her portrait. Harry panted the password to her and they all scrambled through the portrait hole.
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that, locked up in a school," said Ron.
"You don't use your eyes, do you?" snapped Hermione. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"I wasn't looking at its feet," cried Ron. "I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or, maybe you didn't notice. There were three!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "It was standing on a trap door, which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something."
"Guarding something?" said Harry.
"Yes," snapped Hermione. "Now. If none of you don't mind, I'm going to bed, before any of you come up with another brilliant idea to get us killed. Or, worse. Expelled."
She disappeared up the girl's dormitory.
"Well. Goodnight," Sakora told the boys, before she and Nina followed Hermione to their dorm room.
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