"It's either guarding something dangerous, or precious." Ron spoke through a mouthful of egg.

"Or both." Michiru fearfully looked at Harry.

"Don't you dare do that again!" Hermione's shrill voice came from behind them. She stood primly, clasping a book in her arms.

"That was uncalled for, extremely stupid, and from you Ami! Honestly I think you were all quite ridiculous! Ami I would expect better!"

"Oh do shut up dear Hermione, did we ask for your opinion." Ron mocked.

"Ron." Harry nudged him gently, as if to say not to hurt Hermione's feelings.

Tears begun to form in Ami's cyan eyes, and her vision began to cloud.

"Now, that was something uncalled for Hermione!"Makoto defended her friend loyally, but she watched as Ami coolly observe Hermione. Not the ice queen act again! Ami robotically spooned her cereal into her mouth, her controlled anger mixed with sadness speaking in her eyes.

"Hermione stop being such a bossy boots!" scowled Rei.

"I don't want to mix with you if you are going to break rules! Please think about it!"

"Fine then, don't mix with us!" Harry lost his calm.

Just then owls bombarded students with letters and other objects.

"Ouch!" Haruka's owl dropped a long package on her head.

"Stupid!" She growled at the owl, who looked back cockily.

A similar package landed in front of Harry, Haruka was about to tear it open when Harry pointed to a note on it:

DO NOT OPEN AT THE TABLE!

It contains your new Nimbus 2000 and I don't want everybody knowing, as it may cause upset. Oliver wood will meet you both tonight at 7 o'clock for your first lesson. You may bring friends if necessary.

Professor Mc Gonagall.

Hardly able to contain his glee, Harry passed the note to Ron, who passed it to Michiru, and so on.

"I've never been able to touch one of these! Can we open them Haruka and Harry?" moaned Ron enviously.

Leaving the hall to avoid the lesson rush in the next 20 minutes, they headed to a quieter place, only to be barred by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who seized the packages.

"First years aren't allowed broomsticks, boys," he said, spitefully throwing back the packages, his face alight with jealousy, "you are so in for it Potter and Tenoh. They're probably cleansweeps or some rubbish broomstick, anyway."

Ron couldn't resist it. Time to aggravate Malfoy:

"Actually they are the newest type of Nimbus 2000. Say, what have you got, a comet 260? Flashy but a Nimbus has 100% better agility and speed!"

"Says he who can't afford a dustpan and brush!"

Before Ron could wittily come back Professor Flitwick intervened:

"No arguing boys I hope!"

"No professor, I'm just doing my bit to Hogwarts, telling these Gryffindors that they aren't allowed broomsticks. They have broomsticks for goodness sake!"

"Yes, that's right Malfoy. Professor Mc Gonagall has allowed them on special circumstances I know all about. What model is it Tenoh?" He beamed.

"A Nimbus 2000 sir," she gagged on her words in silent laughter at Malfoys face, "all thanks to Draco here I've got it mind you."

With that they headed upstairs to open in private the mahogany handled, sleek and well polished broomsticks, Harry chortling.

"Well it is true! It was his fault!"

"I suppose you think that's a reward for your foolish actions, do you?" Hermione flounced.

"I thought you weren't talking to us." Haruka deadpanned.

"Don't stop now, eh?" said Ron.

"I won't!"

When it reached 7:00 they assembled in the quidditch pitch. Haruka gleefully sped up and down the pitch in a blur, the wind buffeting off her. Harry kicked upwards and joined in. Usagi cheered zealously.

"Could you come down please?" called out Wood.

"Sure!" They both landed.

"You two are naturals! You could be as good as Ron's," he gestured towards Ron, "brother Charlie, if not better!"

With this Wood opened a wooden crate and began to explain the balls within its jobs. Eventually he took out two jet black balls named bludgers.

"Here are the beasts, they'll try and stop you." At that moment the bludgers escaped Wood's burly hands and came flying at Usagi.

"NO!" Minako leapt to her feet and grabbed a thick book. As the balls came closer she spiked them into the box as though they were volleyballs.

"Wow, a beater!" Wood sighed in relief.

"A what?" asked a flustered Usagi who had been sleeping.

"Fred was excluded the other week because he hit a bludger on purpose into a Slytherin's face!"

With that Quidditch training began, three times per week and Minako started training as a beater. Hogwarts began to feel just like home despite Hermione's refusal to speak with them.