5 days later, when we all sat at breakfast, it was clear that what had happened had changed us all. It was like it never happened. No one wanted to talk about the beast bellow but I could tell we were all affected by it. Hermione had began studying even more, if the was possible. I never saw her now without her head in a book. Neville was staying to himself, constantly spending time in the garden away from the castle. Ron ignored me like I wasn't there and had started to isolate himself from even his friends. In fact the only people to have benefited from seeing the dog had been Millie, Tom and I. Believe it or not, since that night all 3 of us were inseparable. The only time I was away from them was during my extra potion lessons.

These lessons had gone better than I thought they would. Of course professor Snape still shouted when I got something wrong and of course he still sneered at me when he found me disgusting but he hasn't hit me yet. In fact I was starting to believe he never wound. Hope. Hope is what got me hurt. Hope is for suckers. Hope is what I have now in my life at Hogwarts.

I have already learnt two new potions ahead of the rest of the class and so far I found them fairly simple to make but learning why each ingredient went with one and not another was harder. However these classes were turning out to be rather enjoyable when we weren't down each other's throat. I could feel his eyes on me all the time, like these lessons weren't for me to learn but were actually for him to study my actions; it was ok for now but I hoped he stopped soon. As long as he didn't talk about it, I would be fine.

Today all the first years were eating hurriedly after reading the note on the notice board. All first years have their first flying lesson today. Those who had grew up around magic were extremely exited and were shoveling in their food as if it would quicken the time between now and when we would be in the air. Muggle born's were shoving food in to their mouths in a nervous anticipation. Older students leant over table's whispering and grinning at the younger generation. Thomas was bragging about the fact that his parents had taken him to see the Quidich world cup last year and had personally seen the Italians get trumped.

After we finished eating we rushed to the broom cupboard in an effort to get the best brooms. Apparently none of the brooms were in good shape but first years weren't allowed to bring their own broom on the school premises so we had to make do. One by one, more of our year started to trickle from the school until everyone was standing in the crisp weather of autumn. Suddenly out came a white haired witch with piercing gold eyes. She looked around all around all of us and smiled.

"Alright first years, today we start your first flying lesson. Some of you will already know how to fly some of you won't but I don't want anyone feeling bad or making anyone feel bad" she said the last but looking at us Slytherin's. "Right, I want you to stand to the left if your broom and hold your hand above it. Then, with authority in your voice want you to command the broom 'up!'. Okay. Go."

We all did as we were told and took positions on the left side of the broom. Everyone looked nervous even the people who had ridden before. A chorus of 'ups' erupted around the pitch but no brooms went up. I focused on my own broom and slowly held up my hand above it.

"Up" I shouted with as much authority as I could muster and up flew the broom sharply. I stood back in shock. Everyone else was having trouble; their brooms just twisting and turning on the floor. Ron's shot up and hit him in the face and dropped again. I laughed and Ron rolled his eyes in my direction which was the friendliest gesture he had ever done to me. Even Malfoy was having trouble and was starting to get annoyed. His temper was already flared from Ron not getting into trouble. Millie and Tom didn't like that we had helped a Gryffindor but they sure did laugh when Malfoy found out his plan had failed.

When everyone had finally got their broom to do as they said, Madam Hooch told us to mount our broom and push off from the floor, hover for a few minutes and then tilt the broom downwards slowly and touch back onto the floor. Before any of us could try anything though, Neville was up in the air higher than we were allowed. He was screaming for help as Madam Hooch just stood there telling him off. I noticed quickly that Neville wasn't in control of his broom but before I could do anything to help, Neville was falling to the ground and bouncing off parts of the castle. His scream of pain sent a shiver up my spine as we all ran towards his crumpled body. Madam Hooch slowly lifted him off the floor and he whimpered in pain. His arm hung at a limp angle and was already starting to bruise. Madam Hooch began walking him in the direction of the school as she said "right, I'm talking him to the hospital wing. If any of you leave the ground I will have you out of this school faster than you can say Quidich." and she disappeared into the building.

The class began to chatter among themselves splitting it to the four house groups and discussing what had happened. Having everyone separated made it easy for everyone to notice when Malfoy split off from the group and walked towards the spot where Neville had fallen. He bent down and picked something up from the floor and began tossing it in the air.

"Hey, that's Neville's rememberall!" shouted a member from Hufflepuff.

"Rememberall?" I whispered to Millie

"It's a ball that turns red if you have forgotten something." she mumbled back

"Hand it over Malfoy" I said louder. Everyone looked at me shocked. I felt butterflies in my stomach again as Malfoy walked towards me menacingly.

"well then you're going to have to come and get it then aren't you?" With that, Malfoy mounted his broom and flew into the air until he was as tall as a tree. Without thinking, I too flew into the sky with an ease that should not be there since it was the first time I had flew. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I was steady on my broom and unlike Neville; I seemed to be able to control it. I flew up to Malfoy and held his gaze. Malfoy looked shocked and a little scared and I just smirked.

"What. Can't look after yourself? Do you need me to get those two goons of yours up here to?"

"Fine, you want this?" He held up the ball, twisting it in his fingers. "Then go and get it." With that, Malfoy chucked the ball towards the castle and I started after it at an alarming speed. I ripped through the air chasing the ball over the field. I was slowly catching up but I noticed that I was getting dangerously close to the school. Just as the ball was about to bounce off the school, I dived round doing a summersault in the air and catching the rememberall. I sat in the air staring down at the object in my hand in shock. It was as if it had just hit me what I had done and how close I was to having badly injured myself. I didn't think before doing it. I had just acted and that could have gotten me killed. I tilted my broom downward so I was slowly descending on the huge smiling crowd beneath me. They were all happy and cheering but all I wanted to do was hide away. I breached the ground and everyone swamped around me, clapping me on the back and uttering congratulations. People from every house were smiling at me and hugging me. However, before I could marvel in this, I heard a petrifying sneer come from behind me.

"Mr. Potter. My office... Now." He didn't need to shout; in fact the calmer tone was a lot scarier than the shouting. I knew I was in big trouble. What if he sends me back to the Dursleys? What if he stops the extra lessons? What if this is what sends him over the edge and makes him hit me? I was terrified as I was escorted back to the school and down to the dungeons. I could feel my chest tightening and tears threatening to spill. My hand shook and my heart was beating so fast I though it would never show down. Suddenly a door shut and I realized I was in Snape's office. This broke me. I turned round and with tears streaming down my face a begged

"Please don't send me back to the Dursleys."

A/N: Another chapter the next day wow! Thank you to everyone who has supported my story so far and I hope that I wont let you down in the rest of this FanFiction. Please review this chapter, I know it's short but it felt natural to end it there. see you next time :)