TITLE: "First Flight."
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG13.
PAIRING: Madam Hooch/Madam Pomfrey friendship.
SUMMARY: What happened after Neville broke his wrist the first time
he flew.
SPOILERS: Anything through Harry's first year at Hogwart's is fair game.
DISCLAIMER: There is but one Goddess, and J.K.Rowling is her prophet.
Hear to entertain, please don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: You want it, you can have it. Just please keep my name
and Email address on it and let me know where it's wandered off to.
FEEDBACK: YES! This is the only way I get paid and right now I am
emotionally bankrupt.
DEDICATION: To my main partner in crime Dopey Dee Jr. , enjoy!
"First Flight."
By: Ellie Dee
"There, there, dear. Just a little farther."
As gently as she could, Madam Hooch led Neville Longbottom into the
infirmary. He was trying to be brave, but she knew the boy had to be
in quite a bit of pain.
"Madam Pomfrey! Poppy!"
"Coming!" Came a voice from the other room.
"Oh! Madam Hooch, and Mr. Longbottom. What seems to be the problem?"
"Neville here had a bit of an accident in Flying Class," she said
motioning to his wrist. Then as the boy moaned, she added, "I think
it might be broken."
Carefully supporting his arm, Madam Pomfrey gently began to examine
the boy's wrist.
For several moments the only sounds were Madam Pomfrey clucking to
herself and an occasional whimper from Neville.
"Yes, I'm afraid you're right, it is broken," the healer said as
she led Neville over across the room and had him sit down beside a
low table.
For the next few minutes Madam Hooch silently looked on as her
friend worked on the boy.
Finally, his wrist wrapped in a long green and orange checked
sock held in place by tiny knitting needles and pink smoke slipping
out from his clenched lips, Neville followed Madam Pomfrey over to
a nearby bed where the nurse had him lay down.
"There now dear," she reassured Neville. "Just lie still for a few
minutes while your wrist knits its self, then you'll be good as new."
Patting the boy lightly on the cheek, she made her way back to her
office and sat down on the edge of her desk where she made a point
of ignoring Madam Hooch.
"Will he be alright?" the Quiddich Mistress asked.
"Thankfully, yes," Poppy replied with a look of disgust on her face
and frustration apparent in her voice.
"What is it Poppy, what's wrong?"
"You teachers, that's what's wrong," snapped the schools Healer.
Sparing a quick glance to where Neville was resting, she continued,
"Mara, the faculty doesn't seem to understand that these are children
not fully trained witches and wizards. They just aren't prepared to
deal with some of the challenges that they're assigned."
Staring intently at her friend, Madam Pomfrey continued. "From what
the two of you told me, the lad's lucky to be alive."
"You're right he is," replied Madam Hooch quietly.
Seeing the tears that were beginning to form in the corners of her
friends eyes, Poppy lightly placed her hand on Madam Hooch's arm.
"Mara I'm sorry. Besides Professor Dumbledore you're probably the
safest teacher here at Hogwart's. But between Professor Snape
poisoning at least two students a week and Hagrid's fondness for
monsters I sometimes feel as if the faculty won't be happy until
students start dieing!"
"I know, sometimes I think we expect far too much from the
children."
"When we we're students here, the brooms were enchanted so the
Flying Class instructor could take control of any broom in case
anything went wrong."
"And I use the same enchantment."
"Then what happened?"
Falling back against the wall behind her, Madam Hooch let out
a great sigh.
"I don't know. Before I had them mount up I checked the enchant-
ment on each broom, they felt fine. But as soon as Longbottom
activated his broom I lost its feel. It was as if it wasn't there.
That was when I tried to cast the control spell, but I couldn't
touch him."
"How's that possible?"
"I don't know, but that's when I cast a divination spell."
"What did you see?"
"Nothing."
"But that means someone cast an Anti-magick spell around the
broom."
"It also means this wasn't an accident. Someone intentionally
tampered with that broom."
"Could it be one of the students?"
"No, this sort of spell is even beyond Miss. Granger or Mr. Malfoy,"
replied the Quiddich Mistress as a frown crossed her face.
"What is it?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Well the children were in a rush to get to class and Neville
ended up taking a different broom than the one he was assigned."
"Who's broom was he using?"
"I'll have to check to be certain, but I believe it was
Mr. Potter's."
"Then whoever tampered with the broom......"
"......may have been after Mr. Potter instead of Mr. Longbottom."
Said Madam Hooch completing Madam Pomfrey's sentence just as she
use to do when they were students.
"I think you need to see Professor Dumbledore immediately."
"You're right but...."
"Don't worry about the boy. I'll make sure he gets back to
Gryffindor in time for dinner."
"Poppy you are such a dear," said the hawk-eyed teacher as she
took her friends hand in hers.
"You probably say that to all the witches you meet," said the
school nurse playfully as she looked into her friends eyes.
"No, just the ones that I love," replied Madam Hooch as she
leaned forward and gently kissed Poppy's lips.
THE END.
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: Ellie_Dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG13.
PAIRING: Madam Hooch/Madam Pomfrey friendship.
SUMMARY: What happened after Neville broke his wrist the first time
he flew.
SPOILERS: Anything through Harry's first year at Hogwart's is fair game.
DISCLAIMER: There is but one Goddess, and J.K.Rowling is her prophet.
Hear to entertain, please don't sue.
DISTRIBUTION: You want it, you can have it. Just please keep my name
and Email address on it and let me know where it's wandered off to.
FEEDBACK: YES! This is the only way I get paid and right now I am
emotionally bankrupt.
DEDICATION: To my main partner in crime Dopey Dee Jr. , enjoy!
"First Flight."
By: Ellie Dee
"There, there, dear. Just a little farther."
As gently as she could, Madam Hooch led Neville Longbottom into the
infirmary. He was trying to be brave, but she knew the boy had to be
in quite a bit of pain.
"Madam Pomfrey! Poppy!"
"Coming!" Came a voice from the other room.
"Oh! Madam Hooch, and Mr. Longbottom. What seems to be the problem?"
"Neville here had a bit of an accident in Flying Class," she said
motioning to his wrist. Then as the boy moaned, she added, "I think
it might be broken."
Carefully supporting his arm, Madam Pomfrey gently began to examine
the boy's wrist.
For several moments the only sounds were Madam Pomfrey clucking to
herself and an occasional whimper from Neville.
"Yes, I'm afraid you're right, it is broken," the healer said as
she led Neville over across the room and had him sit down beside a
low table.
For the next few minutes Madam Hooch silently looked on as her
friend worked on the boy.
Finally, his wrist wrapped in a long green and orange checked
sock held in place by tiny knitting needles and pink smoke slipping
out from his clenched lips, Neville followed Madam Pomfrey over to
a nearby bed where the nurse had him lay down.
"There now dear," she reassured Neville. "Just lie still for a few
minutes while your wrist knits its self, then you'll be good as new."
Patting the boy lightly on the cheek, she made her way back to her
office and sat down on the edge of her desk where she made a point
of ignoring Madam Hooch.
"Will he be alright?" the Quiddich Mistress asked.
"Thankfully, yes," Poppy replied with a look of disgust on her face
and frustration apparent in her voice.
"What is it Poppy, what's wrong?"
"You teachers, that's what's wrong," snapped the schools Healer.
Sparing a quick glance to where Neville was resting, she continued,
"Mara, the faculty doesn't seem to understand that these are children
not fully trained witches and wizards. They just aren't prepared to
deal with some of the challenges that they're assigned."
Staring intently at her friend, Madam Pomfrey continued. "From what
the two of you told me, the lad's lucky to be alive."
"You're right he is," replied Madam Hooch quietly.
Seeing the tears that were beginning to form in the corners of her
friends eyes, Poppy lightly placed her hand on Madam Hooch's arm.
"Mara I'm sorry. Besides Professor Dumbledore you're probably the
safest teacher here at Hogwart's. But between Professor Snape
poisoning at least two students a week and Hagrid's fondness for
monsters I sometimes feel as if the faculty won't be happy until
students start dieing!"
"I know, sometimes I think we expect far too much from the
children."
"When we we're students here, the brooms were enchanted so the
Flying Class instructor could take control of any broom in case
anything went wrong."
"And I use the same enchantment."
"Then what happened?"
Falling back against the wall behind her, Madam Hooch let out
a great sigh.
"I don't know. Before I had them mount up I checked the enchant-
ment on each broom, they felt fine. But as soon as Longbottom
activated his broom I lost its feel. It was as if it wasn't there.
That was when I tried to cast the control spell, but I couldn't
touch him."
"How's that possible?"
"I don't know, but that's when I cast a divination spell."
"What did you see?"
"Nothing."
"But that means someone cast an Anti-magick spell around the
broom."
"It also means this wasn't an accident. Someone intentionally
tampered with that broom."
"Could it be one of the students?"
"No, this sort of spell is even beyond Miss. Granger or Mr. Malfoy,"
replied the Quiddich Mistress as a frown crossed her face.
"What is it?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Well the children were in a rush to get to class and Neville
ended up taking a different broom than the one he was assigned."
"Who's broom was he using?"
"I'll have to check to be certain, but I believe it was
Mr. Potter's."
"Then whoever tampered with the broom......"
"......may have been after Mr. Potter instead of Mr. Longbottom."
Said Madam Hooch completing Madam Pomfrey's sentence just as she
use to do when they were students.
"I think you need to see Professor Dumbledore immediately."
"You're right but...."
"Don't worry about the boy. I'll make sure he gets back to
Gryffindor in time for dinner."
"Poppy you are such a dear," said the hawk-eyed teacher as she
took her friends hand in hers.
"You probably say that to all the witches you meet," said the
school nurse playfully as she looked into her friends eyes.
"No, just the ones that I love," replied Madam Hooch as she
leaned forward and gently kissed Poppy's lips.
THE END.