I didn't plan on doing it.
The broom was brand new and hadn't been ridden. A Firebolt! Harry Potter was indeed lucky.
But I was worried about him. I agreed with Rosemerta, Sirius Black was one of the last people I would have suspected to be on the dark side. However accused he was and I'm sure that this broomstick was sent by him.
It slipped from my fingers and floated about three feet off the ground. I almost instinctively swung my leg over but reminded myself that it was probably jinxed.
Screw it. I thought in a moment of idiocy. I swung my leg over and pushed off the ground.
Oh lord the feeling! The joyous sensation of the wind through my hair, my robes billowing behind me. It took me back to my Quidditch playing years. I could almost hear my classmates roaring for Griffyndor.
What was that? The snitch? I dove. It flew off. I raced after it, dodging bludgers and laughing insanely. Up, down, around, duck, whoops! Almost got a bludger! Swerve, duck, up, backtrack!
"Professor!" screamed a voice. I was brought out of my reminiscing by the voice of a child.
Oh my dear Lord! I was chasing George Weasley! His watch was gold and shined in the light.
"Please Professor! I didn't do anything! Honestly!" he screamed shrilly as he ran from what he must have thought a woman who had finally cracked.
"Oh my God!" I screamed and pulled up. Ceiling! I aimed back down. George! "Duck boy!" I screamed.
I raced over him, ran into a suit of armor, and shot off down the hall. Ducking bewildered students, shooting up away from Filch's cat. I really ought to change her into a statue…
"Professor McGonagall!" someone cried. Again I was jerked to reality.
"Move! MOVE!" I screamed. Children ran everywhere as I turned on a dime down another hall.
"There is no place to land in this bloody school!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly Fred Weasley appeared and opened a door to a courtyard.
"Five points to Griffyndor!" I shouted as I raced out.
"Minerva!" shouted Isebella Hooch. She jumped on her own broom and raced into the air.
"I am perfectly capable of landing this broom." I said, somewhat hurt that she didn't remember my Quidditch years.
"I know that, I'm wondering why you haven't yet."
"I just wanted one little ride." I answered. I shot to the ground, crash-landed, picked myself up and brushed off the dust and grass.
And with grass stained robes and a limp I walked back up to the school to give the broom to Professor Flitwick.
A/N - Was I the only one who saw the M. G. McGonagall shield next to the James Potter one in the Harry Potter Movie? Well I was flipping through a book and saw the part where McGonagall takes Harry's new Firebolt and thought it'd be funny to write this. I couldn't get it out of my head. So here it is. Before I get a bunch of people asking why McGonagall wouldn't have just given the broom back to Harry after her ride is because she would have to admit that she rode it and that was something she couldn't do after she forbid Harry to ride it. It fits her personality. Besides, it's my fic to back off! :)
The broom was brand new and hadn't been ridden. A Firebolt! Harry Potter was indeed lucky.
But I was worried about him. I agreed with Rosemerta, Sirius Black was one of the last people I would have suspected to be on the dark side. However accused he was and I'm sure that this broomstick was sent by him.
It slipped from my fingers and floated about three feet off the ground. I almost instinctively swung my leg over but reminded myself that it was probably jinxed.
Screw it. I thought in a moment of idiocy. I swung my leg over and pushed off the ground.
Oh lord the feeling! The joyous sensation of the wind through my hair, my robes billowing behind me. It took me back to my Quidditch playing years. I could almost hear my classmates roaring for Griffyndor.
What was that? The snitch? I dove. It flew off. I raced after it, dodging bludgers and laughing insanely. Up, down, around, duck, whoops! Almost got a bludger! Swerve, duck, up, backtrack!
"Professor!" screamed a voice. I was brought out of my reminiscing by the voice of a child.
Oh my dear Lord! I was chasing George Weasley! His watch was gold and shined in the light.
"Please Professor! I didn't do anything! Honestly!" he screamed shrilly as he ran from what he must have thought a woman who had finally cracked.
"Oh my God!" I screamed and pulled up. Ceiling! I aimed back down. George! "Duck boy!" I screamed.
I raced over him, ran into a suit of armor, and shot off down the hall. Ducking bewildered students, shooting up away from Filch's cat. I really ought to change her into a statue…
"Professor McGonagall!" someone cried. Again I was jerked to reality.
"Move! MOVE!" I screamed. Children ran everywhere as I turned on a dime down another hall.
"There is no place to land in this bloody school!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly Fred Weasley appeared and opened a door to a courtyard.
"Five points to Griffyndor!" I shouted as I raced out.
"Minerva!" shouted Isebella Hooch. She jumped on her own broom and raced into the air.
"I am perfectly capable of landing this broom." I said, somewhat hurt that she didn't remember my Quidditch years.
"I know that, I'm wondering why you haven't yet."
"I just wanted one little ride." I answered. I shot to the ground, crash-landed, picked myself up and brushed off the dust and grass.
And with grass stained robes and a limp I walked back up to the school to give the broom to Professor Flitwick.
A/N - Was I the only one who saw the M. G. McGonagall shield next to the James Potter one in the Harry Potter Movie? Well I was flipping through a book and saw the part where McGonagall takes Harry's new Firebolt and thought it'd be funny to write this. I couldn't get it out of my head. So here it is. Before I get a bunch of people asking why McGonagall wouldn't have just given the broom back to Harry after her ride is because she would have to admit that she rode it and that was something she couldn't do after she forbid Harry to ride it. It fits her personality. Besides, it's my fic to back off! :)
