Parts of this are word for word from the first book which I own a copy of but nothing more in case you thought I did.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom and say, 'Up!'" shouts the Professor from the front of the field. Everyone holds their hands out, some much quicker to obey than others.
"Up!" Shouts the class as one.
Harry's broomstick jumps up into his hand before he can even blink. He looks around curiously. Most other people's hasn't. Hermione's is slightly more to the left of her now and Neville's doesn't seem to have moved. Harry wonders if this was a type of magic that only really works when you want it to.
When everybody's broom is in the air Madam Hooch gives a demonstration of how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end. She walks up and down the rows, correcting people's grips. The blonde boy is told that he's been doing it wrong for years and glares at Harry. Ron is grinning when Harry looks back at him and Harry realises that the blonde must have been scowling at him instead.
The teacher goes back to the front and raises her whistle to her lips.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," She says. There are a few nods at this. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle- three- two-" The whistle doesn't reach Madam Hooch's lips. Neville shoots off into the air, clearly terrified.
"Come back, boy!" Shouts the Professor, dropping the whistle and reaching for the broom she'd used for the demonstration. He continues rising and Harry watches in horror as he goes faster and faster and higher and higher.
All Harry can think is that a fall from that height would kill anyone.
He begins to weave together a net of magic, moving towards his friend and casting faster than ever before because the Professor still has only just grabbed her broom.
Neville looks at the ground slipping away from him and manages to pale further than he was already. Harry sees the boy's grip falter and throws all the magic he can into his spell.
Neville slips sideways off the broom and starts to fall. Harry points at Neville, locking the magic onto him and lets it loose.
Madam Hooch is in the air but the boy is so close to the ground now that a school broom could never close the distance in time.
Harry's magic wraps around Neville and the boy stops mere inches from the floor, shaking in fear.
Everyone freezes in shock but Harry keeps moving forwards, unsure how long such an improvised spell would last. He grabs the boy's hand and pulls him up. The teacher reaches them on her broom and helps Harry, grabbing the other hand. Neville grips tightly, nails digging into Harry's arm as they lift him. Harry disperse the spell and they lower him carefully to the floor.
His broomstick is far out of sight by now.
It takes him a moment to realise as he looks down on Neville that he is on his broom too.
Madam Hooch has dismounted and pulled out her wand. Her face is almost as pale as Neville's.
"Just shock." She mutters, scanning over him. The Professor looks up at Harry strangely.
"Come on, boy- it's all right, up you get." She says, still holding Neville's hand, "Please wait behind after class so I can have a talk with you." She directs this part to Harry. When Neville has managed to get to his feet Professor Hooch turns to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear." Neville follows her, seeming to be on the verge of passing out. The Professor pretty much has to hold him up.
Harry finally lands his broom and dismounts next to everyone else.
There is silence until the Professor is out of earshot.
The blonde- Malfoy, Harry finally remembers- bursts into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Most of the other Slytherins join in. Harry thinks that if Neville actually had been harmed the boy wouldn't find it anywhere near as funny.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Snaps a Slytherin girl, obviously still recovering from the shock. Harry had a feeling she was in Ravenclaw but he must have been wrong. He shoots her a sympathetic look as a pug-faced girl also in Slytherin colours insults her.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you'd like fat little cry babies, Parvati." Parvati seems about to respond before Malfoy darts forwards.
"Look!" He says, snatching something out of the glass with a nasty smile, "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall seems to glitter in the sun as the blonde holds it up.
"Um- I think Neville might want that back." Says Harry because it seems like the right thing to do. Neville didn't seem too thrilled at getting it but he expects his gran would be upset if it was stolen. The boy grins, focusing on Harry.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect- how about- up a tree?" The kid laps for his broom stick and takes off. Harry watches as the boy flies back and forth- he thinks it's supposed to be a taunt. He does fly well though.
He hovers around the top of an oak tree and raises the hand not holding the Remembrall to his mouth.
"Come and get it, Potter!" He calls out. Harry calls back.
"But he didn't seem that happy to get it!" The Gryffindors laugh and Malfoy scowls.
"Yeah," Shouts Ron with a huge grin on his face, "What's the point Malfoy!" The boy brings his arm back and throws as far as he can in the direction of the forest.
Harry waits until it's too far for anyone to see and discretely casts a summoning spell. He lets it fly off after its target.
Some of the Slytherins laugh but a slightly smaller number glance around unsurely, either not finding it funny because the Gryffindors haven't reacted or just because it wasn't really that funny.
"DRACO MALFOY! GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!" Professor McGongall is running towards them, furious. A paler than usual Malfoy starts to descend. Suddenly he is knocked sideways, shock clear on his face. Reflexively the Professor casts the floating spell and lowers the boy to the floor.
Harry pretends to be shocked when the Remembrall forces its way into his hand like a dog looking for food.
"Potter!" Roars the blonde when both his feet are on the floor. Harry looks to McGonagall who is hiding a smirk.
"Maybe you should have thought about what spells someone might have cast on a present for a specific person before trying to take it. Have you met Neville's grandmother?" She half-explains, letting everyone come to their own conclusions.
"Regardless I came out here because I heard one of my Gryffindors had been hurt in a flying accident and what do I find but you flying around without a care in the world! Professor Snape will be most displeased when he hears of your foolish behaviour and I expect Madam Hooch will have words for you! As it is I am taking ten points from Slytherin for your behaviour and you will serve a detention with me tomorrow evening." The pale boy looks about to complain but merely nods.