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"Alright then you lot, line up!"

Harry stood next to a stiff Dean as a brown-haired third year boy walked down the line of students, adorned in Gryffindor Quidditch robes.

"My name's Oliver Wood, I'm standing for Madam Hooch as she has to spend extra care with the Hufflepuffs this year." smiled the boy as he bounced happily on the balls of his feet.

"Anyway, it's my job to teach you how to ride a broom." he glanced around at the group of children. A few Slytherins sneered back.

"Alrighty then, I would like you to put your hand over your broom a say 'up', okay?"

The students nodded and immediately the sound of forceful 'ups' resonated from the children.

"Up." muttered Harry, sounding rather bored.

A loud 'thwack' was made as the broom zoomed into his hand. He blinked before dropping it onto the ground and wiped his hand against his sleeve.

Dean smiled at him, a broom also in his hand. "Good job Harry, and on your first time. Have you ever ridden a broom before?"

"No." he replied. "The Earl always said they were dangerous and that there are more productive pass times."

Wood clapped his hands together with a large grin. "Good job you guys! Really good! Now then I'd now like you to mount it." He demonstrated the proper mounting technique while the first years mimicked.

Copying the boy Harry mounted the stick feeling slightly silly (though obviously didn't show it.) as it was not moving, he glanced at Dean who seemed to have the same reaction.

"Mr. Malfoy, that's not quite the right grip."

"What? But that's how I've done it my whole life."

After many corrections they finally began actual movement. "Alright, I want you to push off from the ground, hover for a moment, lean forward for a moment, then touch back down."

But Seamus Finnigan, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Wood's lips.

"Finnigan, come back!" he shouted, but Finnigan was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom and -
WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Finnigan lay facedown on the grass in a heap.

Wood was bending over Seamus, his face as white as the child's.

"Broken wrist," Harry heard him mutter. "Come on, kiddo - it's all right, up you get.".

He turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you are to move while I take Finnigan here to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are you hear me? I'll have you expelled if I have to get my point across."

With that Finnigan hobbled off, supported by Wood.

No sooner were they out of earshot did the Slytherins burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" laughed a blond one with a rather haughty look to him.

"Shut up Malfoy." Pavarti Patil.

The blonde just rolled his eyes before ducking to the ground to pick up a small glass ball.

"Well would you look at that? Finnigan s'got a remembrall!"

Dean stepped forward with a frown. "Give that here Malfoy."

Malfoy smirked and threw the ball up in the air before catching it. "Mmm, how 'bout no?"

Dean turned to Harry, who had been picking at a bit of lent of his robe, not the slightest bit interested in the banter.

"Harry, we have to do something!"

Harry blinked. "Why?"

"Because he's gonna steal Finnigan's property!"

Harry cocked his head to the side in attempt to display confusion. "But you hate Finnigan."

"Well yeah, but it's still the right thing to do."

"Oh."

Harry turned to Malfoy. "Please give that back, because it's..." he paused. "it's the right thing to do apparently."

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow. "Really Potter, you don't sound very convinced."

"It's Grey."

Malfoy sneered and mounted his broom. "Whatever. I don't really think I want this anymore. How about I put it somewhere for Finnigan to find it." He kicked off so he was floating a few feet from the ground. "How about on the roof or maybe up a tree?"

Harry blinked and looked at the roof. "Those sound like rather inconvenient places to put it."

A few children snickered as Malfoy deflated slightly. "That's the point."

"I don't understand."

Sighing the blond took sped off. "Whatever!" he called behind him.

Harry grabbed his broom. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him- he shifted slightly on the broom. 'This is stupid, why do people like this? He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Dean.

He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.

"Umm, so can I have that? Dean said I should get it."

Malfoy sneered "No."

"Oh, well if you don't I'll push you from you broom." he looked down at the ground the people below looked like toy dolls. "You'd probably die." continued Harry in an indifferent tone.

Malfoy flinched. "You're lying, Harry Potter would kill anyone!"

Tilting his cherubic face to the side in an innocent gesture a small frown appeared on Harry's face.

"I don't know about Harry Potter, but Harry Grey wouldn't have any qualms about kill someone he barely knows."

Malfoy, a look of horror crossing his face. "C- catch it if you can!" he stuttered and threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

Harry blinked as the ball rose up in the air and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down - next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball - wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - he stretched out his hand - a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.

"Oh here comes Wood." groaned Dean.

Harry turned a half-lidded stare towards who was running towards him.

"When I specifically told you- Never again am I- Did you even-" Wood rambled as he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him off the field and into the castle.

Opening the first door he found, Wood dragged Harry in, the stern look on his face replaced with a smile. He got on one knee in front of Harry as if proposing.

"Be my seeker." said the teen with a hopeful gaze.

"No."
The Quidditch captain smile faded and his face paled. "Why not?"

"I don't like team sports."

Wood frowned. "Why not?"

"Because I don't like teams and because people don't like me."

"Why wouldn't people like you?"

Harry paused as if contemplating. "Because I don't understand normal people."

Oliver frowned before realization dawned upon his face. "You're Percy's friend aren't you? He talks a lot about you."

Harry glanced up quickly, peering into Oliver's eyes.

"He does?"

The older boy nodded. "Aye, he does. And I bet he'd be very proud of you if you joined the team, Fred and George too."

A strange glint appeared in the boy's eye. "It would? It would make them happy?"

Oliver smirked, glad his idea worked. "I'm sure of it."

Harry's face returned to it's emotionless state. "Well I don't believe you, and even if I did I wouldn't care. But if you're so determined that you'd lie, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to try."

He patted the Quidditch captain on the head, before swiveling on his foot and exiting the room.

"...Well, I suppose that ended well."

'Where am I?' thought Harry as he stepped up the stairway, trying to navigate his way back to the common room. He stood on an unfamiliar landing and looked around at his surroundings.
It was a dark corridor lit by rather dim torches, as far as he could see there was only one door, Harry supposed it wouldn't make much sense to open the random door, but decided he didn't care.

He walked over and grabbed the handle, only to find it was locked. "Alohomora" he muttered and the door gave a small 'click' as he opened it.
Stepping inside he looked straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.

"Ah." said Harry in mild interest. "A cerberus, but what is it doing here?" He glanced down to see a trapdoor from under the beast's foot. Humming a tune Harry watched as the dog slowly drifted to sleep.

He walked over to the trap door and pushed the dogs paw off the door, still humming. Opening the door Harry stared into the dark hole below, a cold chill resonating from below. He fished a knut from his robe pocket and dropped it into the darkness, only to hear a soft plunk after a few seconds.

"Hmm." Harry blinked before standing and wiping his robes. "Well, bye puppy." he waved and exited the room.

Five Hours Later

Snape looked up as a knock sounded at his door. Raising an eyebrow he stood from behind his desk. "Come in." he said cautiously. A small raven-haired boy entered the room.

"Potter! What are you doing up at this late hour?!"

Said boy blinked and glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's Grey, sir. I saw a Cerberus and came as fast as I could to tell you."

Snape frowned. "When exactly did you see the Cerberus?"

"Five hours ago sir."

He sneered at the small boy. "What, did you stop for a nap along the way?"

"I got lost." deadpanned the child.

'For five hours?!' Thought the professor incredulously. "And why were you in the third floor corridor, where you were specifically told not to be?"

Harry's eyes widened a fraction as he stared at the professor. "Is that where I was? I thought I was near the astronomy tower."

'My god that's halfway across the school!'

A wave of concern crossed the teacher as he remembered the problem at hand. "And did it attack you, the Cerberus?"

"Mmm? No it didn't I started humming before it could move, by the way sir what is it standing above?"

"That is none of your business Potter."

"Grey."

Snape sighed. "Yes whatever, you have a detention next Saturday for entering the corridor. Now leave my office."

"Yes sir."

The child didn't move, but instead stared out the open door.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

The child turned to look at the teacher. "Sir, where exactly am I?"

"Sweet Merlin."

So Harry doesn't have a valid sense of direction and is slightly sadistic. I wanna Hurry up and get to Halloween so he can form his contract with shadow bro.
Anything you guys think should happen first?

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