Chapter 5: The Broom Chase

Harry sat on the small island with his trunk and Hedwig's cage. He thought to himself of how to get off this island and what came to mind would surely get him into trouble. Harry then pulled out his two of his most valuable possessions; the Firebolt, the fastest broom yet, which Sirius had given him in his third year, and his invisibility cloak which had once been used and owned by James Potter, Harry's father. Harry then hopped onto his Firebolt and covered himself, the broom and the trunk with the Invisibility Cloak. Harry flew up and soon came back down realizing that it would be very hard to hold a trunk for many hours flying back to Hogwarts and holding a trunk and managing for none of this to be seen.

"Screw the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery of eighteen seventy-five!" shouted Harry as he put a spell on his trunk so that it would float right behind him.
"Stop in the name of the Ministry of Magic," said a man in a purple version of a police outfit riding upon a Cleansweep.
"How can you see me?" questioned Harry Potter. "I am under an Invisibility Cloak."
"Well, there is a part of your cloak that looks like someone used for fabric for an Invisible Bra."

"What? Oh no! Hermione must have used a bit of my cloak for a new bra." Harry Potter then flew off at full speed and the purple man was far behind Harry in less that a few seconds, for even Harry knew that Cleansweeps could not even beat a butterfly at a race.

After many dull hours of flying, Harry arrived at Hogwarts and managed to sneak into the Opening Feast without being noticed. Soon, though, the remainder of Gryffindor's Quidditch team from two years ago came over to Harry.
"Harry," said one of the two redheaded twins on the team who was identical with his twin down to the last freckle. "We have decided that you are to be Gryffindor's new Quidditch captain, since we're not here this year."
"Why me?" Harry asked the twin.
"Well, because Fred and I both know that Hufflepuffs still think that you are the heir of Slytherin."
"George," replied Harry. "Is that really true?"
"Yeah." Answered George. "Harry, you'll need to pick a new keeper, and start scheduling your training times soon."
"Hey Ron," said Harry. "How would you like to be the Gryffindor keeper?"
"Well," said the younger brother of the twins. "I wanted to be the Hufflepuff chaser but you are going to make me the Gryffindor keeper. Sure, I'll do it as long as Hermione will be my personal cheerleader."
"Sure, Ron," said a beautiful fifteen-year-old woman. "Of course, you hottie!"