For once Harry was absolutely grateful that that Jerry was the one that that 'saved the Wizarding world', because apparently Snape wouldn't have even cared if Jerry was the son of Merlin. In fact Snape was slowly stalking over to Jerry murmuring, ''Mr. Potter, our new celebrity.''
Jerry glared at him defiantly, ''Yeah, you have a problem with that?''
Harry winced at his brother's big mouth. Snape wasn't fazed, in fact, his wicked sneer had grown larger and he looked like an enormous bat ready to come down and kill a stupid foolhardy mouse that squeaked too loud.
''Well, it seems that Mr. Potter's fame had gotten to his head. Let's see... Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Jerry's eyes darted around, not knowing the answer, Hermione quickly raised her hand, hoping to answer the question.
''You don't know? Well let's try again. Where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?
Hermione was just about to raise her hands again when Harry subtly shook his head and then made a cutting motion near his neck at her. Hermione quickly lowered her hand.
''Clearly fame isn't everything Mr. Potter.'' Snape finished.
However, Professor Snape, who noticed everything, had caught Harry's earlier subtle motion. He quickly turned and stalked over to Harry, ''Ah, and how could I forget the other Potter. Riding on the famous coattails of your brother are you?''
''N-no sir.'' Harry whispered.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape suddenly asked.
Harry muttered something quietly.
''Speak up Potter!'' Snape bellowed.
Harry shrank and spoke a bit louder, ''None?''
Snape frowned, thinking it was fluke. But then he continued, ''And what's their other name?''
''A-a-aconite?''
'' Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?''
''S-stomach of a g-gg-goat.'' Harry whispered. He quickly looked over and saw that his brother was glaring at him with pure venom in his eyes.
''And powdered root of asphodel added to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked.
Harry was shaking now, as he stared over at his brother, he had only seen that look once when Harry accidentally spilled juice on Jerry's homework. He had been locked in the shed for the rest of the day until right before his parents came home. It had happened in the middle of winter and Harry had gotten horribly sick afterwards.
''I can't sir...'' Harry whispered.
Snape suddenly turned around and caught Jerry's glaring, ''Mr. Potter, ten points from Gryffindor for not looking humble for your stupidity.''
Jerry immediately stopped looking at Harry and turned his head to glare at his paper.
Snape turned back to Harry, ''Answer the question.''
''D-draught of Living Death...''
''Very good,'' Snape turned his heads to Gryffindors with a look of malicious glee, ''Twenty points to Slytherin.''
The Gryffindors gaped and mouthed to each other 'that's not fair'.
Snape gave a dramatic turn and made his way to his desk. As he sat down he said, ''Oh Mr. Potter. I want you to stay after class.''
Jerry quickly whipped his head up, ''Uh. But I have ...''
''No not you twit! I mean Harry Potter, I don't deal with dunderheads.''
Jerry waited until Snape turned back to the board and then quickly turned and shot Harry another hateful glare while mouthing, 'I'm going get you.'
~~~
''Do you know why I'm keeping you here?'' Snape said silkily as he approached Harry. He sat down at the corner of the table, right in front of Harry. Harry gulped at the looming figure.
Harry's mouth worked, ''I'm in trouble?''
''No, Mr. Potter. I know for a fact that your brother and his new cronies are waiting for you outside right now. I would not send one of my Slytherins out to face an unfair fight, especially one that humiliated the Gryffindors so well today.''
''I didn't mean it.'' Harry said helplessly. ''Hermione knew the answers too.''
''Hn...'' Snape replied vaguely, ''But I didn't call on her now did I?''
''No sir...''
Snape checked the clock on the wall and then stalked out to the door, soon yelling could be heard.
''Ten more points from Gryffindor from each of you for unnecessary loitering after class. Now get out of my sight!''
There was the sound of a hurried footsteps running away as fast they could. Snape soon went back into the room. ''You may go now Potter. And here's a note, if you don't get to your next class in time.''
Harry took the slip sadly, ''You know, that wasn't necessary Professor Snape.''
''I protect my Slytherins Mr. Potter.''
''No. I mean.'' Harry said quietly, ''I have Quidditch with him next, He'll be waiting for me there too...But thank you.''
With that Harry quietly slipped outside of the room and made his way to his next class. For a brief second back there, Harry considered that Snape had done it out of sheer kindness, but the look of malicious glee on his face as he reentered told him that he had probably actually done it to set up Jerry. Either way, Harry hoped that Jerry wasn't waiting for him out on the Quidditch pitch.
~~~
''Hey mate!'' Ron hissed as he motioned Harry to stand next to the broom that was next to him.
''Hi. Look, about Potions class...'' Harry started
''Nah, it's alright. Bloody prick had it coming to him anyways. No one's stupid to talk back at Snape. Too bad the giant bat didn't eat him.''
Harry looked around, ''Where is he?''
''He's with Coach Hooch right now, he's asking her to make an exception and make him the first First year to be a seeker.'' Ron rolled his eyes, ''That hasn't happened in over two hundred years, I doubt it'll happen.''
Harry shrugged, ''He was in the Quidditch kids league back at home.''
''Yeah, but that's only on low flying brooms and slow movin' bludgers, 'snot the same as real Quidditch.''
Harry shrugged again, he didn't really know very much about Quidditch.
Finally Madamn Hooch came back looking flustered, ''For the last time Mr. Potter, I cannot make an exception for you, I haven't even seen you handle a broom.''
''But if I prove myself?''
''We'll see.''
Jerry grumbled but conceded.
They practiced retrieving the brooms, which Harry was able to do on his first try, to his surprise. Jerry had gone ahead of everyone and was dramatically twirling around in the air, making some of the students stare at him in awe.
Harry shrugged and mounted his broom and levitated carefully in the air. Eventually Ron followed suit and the two of them freely floated around, only a few feet above the ground
Meanwhile, Neville suddenly shot up into the air, hanging onto his broom as he went out of control, flying around the castle, nearly killing himself as he barely missed statues and the sharp edges of the castle. Eventually, his broom ran smack straight into the wall and he toppled down ungracefully with the school's splintered broom.
Hooch immediately rushed over to Neville and ushered him to the hospital. As the group watched Madam Hooch take Neville to see Madam Pomfrey, Malfoy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding Neville's Remembrall.
''Give it back Malfoy,'' Hermione yelled out as she stalked over to Draco. But Draco had already gotten on his broom and started to fly up into the sky. Hermione gave a frustrated growl since her flying skills were so poor that she knew she couldn't go after him. She quickly turned and shook Harry's shoulder, ''Can you get it back from him?''
Harry made a face, ''But Malfoy...''
''Come one Harry. It belongs to Neville.''
''I don't want to give Malfoy a reason to kill me...'' Harry started, but Jerry had already flown into the air and was chasing after Draco.
''Give that back!'' Jerry bellowed as he chased after Malfoy, but to no avail since Malfoy was much smaller and lighter than Jerry and thus was able to fly out of his reach easily.
''There, Jerry has it under control.'' Harry tried to say.
But Ron shot him a skeptical look, ''Doesn't look like that from down here mate.''
''Then you do it!'' Ron gave him a look, it had taken Ron a couple of tried to get into the air, while Harry had just floated up smoothly without any trouble.
Harry groaned, ''Fine... but if I die...''
''You won't, you seem to fly pretty steadily.'' Hermione interrupted.
''No, I meant after this when Malfoy drowns me in the toilet.'' Harry muttered and then took to the air to follow after Malfoy.
Harry quickly was trailing behind Jerry as was catching up to Malfoy. As he came up closer, Jerry noticed and growled, ''Oh no you don't, he's mine.''
And made then he made a move to shove Harry off of his broom. But Harry was faster and maneuvered away from Jerry and even managed to get himself closer to Draco.''
Draco turned his head and glared at Harry, ''What? You going to chase me too over stupid Longbottom's Rememberall?''
Harry rolled his eyes, ''Look, it's not a big deal, just give me the damn Rememberall.''
''Then get that oaf off my tail!''
Harry turned around and looked at Jerry, ''Any bright ideas?''
''Hex him.''
''I left my wand down there.'' Harry said, it was the truth, he didn't think that Quidditch needed wands, so he didn't bring it with him.
''You're bloody useless you know that?''
''Here, why don't you hand me the Rememberall...''
''I'm not stupid Potter, you'll leave me here to be chased by that jerk after you take it!''
''Fine, pretend you're handing it off to me, make sure he sees. Promise you'll hand it over afterwards?''
Malfoy nodded and made a cupping shape with his hand and pretended to hand the Rememberall over to Harry. They quickly split off and sure enough, Jerry started to chase Harry.
Harry pulled a lot of dangerous maneuvers as he tried to shake off his brother. Eventually they made their way to the lake. Harry finally decided to make a desperate last minute ditch attempt and plunged straight down towards the lake.
''He's bloody insane!'' Ron screamed as they watched Harry fly straight into the Lake. Jerry was following him right on his tale. Then suddenly at the last minute, Harry pulled out of his plunge and shot up.
''That's a perfect Wronski Feint!'' Dean Thomas shouted in awe;
Moments later, Jerry wasn't able to pull out of his dive and plunged into the lake. Harry was still flying away, not looking behind him, and towards the group, where he finally stopped when the students waved him down. Harry landed on the ground and then collapsed onto his back on the grass.
Draco Malfoy also landed and knelt down by Harry, ''You alright?''
A bit surprised, but appreciative of Draco's concern, Harry gave a weak grin, 'Yeah, I will be after the world stops spinning.''
''Those were some killer moves Harry!'' Ron praised.
Harry smiled at Ron and then looked over at Draco, ''You promised.''
Draco looked like he had sucked a lemon, but he still tossed the Rememberall over to Hermione, ''There you happy?''
''Ecstatic.'' Harry said breathlessly.
Then suddenly a shadow covered him, ''Mr. Potter didn't I tell you and the group to not fly while I was away?''
''Malfoy took Neville's Rememberall'' Ron started, which caused Draco to shoot him a cold glare, but he quickly continued, ''Uh, it was just a joke, he was going to give it back, but Jerry started to chase him and he was sort of stuck. Harry went up and tried to take care of the situation.''
''And where is your brother Harry?'' Madam Hooch asked.
''Uh...''
''Swimming with the Giant Squid.'' One of the Slytherins commented and the rest of them started to snicker.
''Oh dear.'' Madam Hooch sighed and then she grumbled as she got onto her broom and headed towards the lake to retrieve Jerry Potter.
Draco and Harry let out a sigh of relief when another shadow overcast them and the familiar voice of their Head of House spoke, ''Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, come with me.''
~~~
''I can't believe it! Two at once! No one is ever allowed to play Quidditch until their second year. And to think you got it instead of your brother.'' Ron exclaimed.
Harry was smiling at Ron, ''Actually, I'm more happy that I don't have to worry as much about Draco trying to kill me anymore.''
''Yeah, the bloke looked like he was going to snog you silly once you got out of the Headmaster's office.''
Harry suddenly had a wicked smile, ''Who knew annoying Jerry could be so beneficial.''
''Well, I didn't, but I'll sure keep it up if the benefits are this good,'' Draco said, as he came up behind Harry and Ron.
Ron tried to keep his expression neutral, ''So, what position are you?''
''Chaser.'' Draco said, trying not to add a comment, after all the Weasel helped cover up the situation so he wouldn't get in trouble. And Malfoys recognized debts, even the most subtle ones.
''That's bloody wicked.'' Ron said enviously.
''Of course Weasel.'' Draco said, not really realizing that the nickname was infuriating. Ron was about to start yelling at Draco when Harry mouthed to Ron, 'peacock' and winked.
Ron's anger subsided and he smirked. The blonde sure did look like one as he stood there preening over his success.
The warning bell rang.
''Bloody Hell! My class is on the other side of the school!'' Ron yelped and started up the seven long flights of stairs to Transfiguration as Harry and Draco headed down to Herbology.
The good day seemed to end at dinner when Professor Snape came over to Harry after he finished his dinner, ''The Headmaster requires your presence once more.''
Harry quickly got out of his seat and followed his Head of House, ''What is this about.''
Snape's eyes flickered with annoyance, ''I think... your brother.''
Harry winced, and then looked up at his Head of House hopefully, ''Will you be there?''
Snape frowned, ''Now why would you want me to be there?''
Harry looked at the ground, ''I know I'll only get in trouble, they never listen. In their eyes, Jerry can do nothing wrong. Even if I try to explain the situation, Dad will twist it around and make me sound like I did it.''
Snape muttered, ''Typical James Potter.''
Then after a moment of silence, ''Fine.''
''Thank you.'' Harry whispered.
~~~
''What is 'he' doing here?''
''Harry requested that I be here.'' Snape said sternly.
James turned to Harry, ''First you disgrace us by being put into Slytherin and now this?!''
Harry's face contorted in into humiliation as he lowered his head.
''James stop it.'' Lily said, trying to calm her husband down. But she was only half heartedly doing it, she was also quite disappointed in Harry too.
''...And then you injure your brother?! You could have had him killed!''
''He was coming after me! He was trying to hurt me!''
''Nonsense!'' James bellowed.
Soon Albus came back into the room and sat down at the head of the table, ''Mr. James Potter, please calm down. We need to discuss the situation.''
''There is no discussion, we're taking him home so we can discipline him.'' James said as he glared at Harry. Harry whimpered and shrank into his chair.
''James.'' Dumbledore said sternly, ''This is not the way to take care of the situation.''
Finally James sat back and sulked in his chair. Dumbledore finally moved over to the fireplace and called Madam Promfrey to bring over Jerry.
Soon, both Jerry and Madamn Promfrey walked out of the first place. Jerry was purposely exaggerating the limp in his leg even when it was only a small bandage around his ankle.
Jerry looked at Harry contemptuously and sat down between his mother and father.
The sight looked a bit strange. Harry was sitting close to Snape on one side and the rest of the Potter family was sitting on the opposite side.
''Now, we're going to have a small hearing over what happened. I've taken interviews from most of the students who were there at the scene, they said that Draco Malfoy took Neville's Rememberall...Jerry then went after Mr. Malfoy to retrieve the Rememberall and they started to chase each other around the field. Does that sound accurate?'' Albus asked, taking a moment for the reply.
Both Harry and Jerry nodded.
''Alright, it says here that Harry finally took into the sky at Mrs. Hermione Granger's prompting since it looked like the situation wasn't going to be resolved. Harry followed the two. As Harry came closer, young Jerry here tried to push him away...''
''That's a lie!'' Jerry burst out, causing the group to jump.
''I've gotten at least twenty sources saying it wasn't, Mr. Potter. Is there anyway you can explain this?''
''It's all his fault! He's trying to get them to gang up on me.''
''I didn't!'' Harry insisted.
''Why don't you shut up you little twerp!'' Jerry growled at Harry.
Snape suddenly stood up and loomed over Jerry, ''I suggest you keep your comments to yourself Mr. Potter if they are not conducive to the hearing.''
Jerry shut his mouth and looked away. And Snape sat back down.
Albus cleared his throat and continued, ''They say that Harry eventually caught up with Mr. Malfoy and they said something to each other, then Mr. Malfoy's hand stuck out. Some of the spectators said that it looked like Mr. Malfoy was trying to push Harry away.''
''He was just trying to tell me not to get involved.'' Harry quickly said, coming to Draco's defense, he wasn't sure why he did it, but he really didn't want Draco to start hating him again because Dumbledore learned that Jerry's injury was somewhat planned.
''I see.'' Dumbledore scribbled what Harry said down. He held the paper up and continued, ''It then says that the two of you separated and Mr. Jerry Potter started to chase after you.''
''That's because I thought Malfoy had given him the Rememberall.'' Jerry suddenly said.
''Why would you think Malfoy had given it to me. And if I had gotten it, I would have either given it to you or went back down to the group with the ball!''
''Then why were you still running away?''
''Because you still chasing me and I thought you were going to kill me!''
''Nonsense Harry, Jerry would never hurt you.'' Lily suddenly said.
''That's not true, he beat me up school lots of times. It's just that the nurse always mended me up and I knew that if I told you, you wouldn't believe me anyways! Just like now!''
''I've never heard such garbage in my life.'' James growled at Harry.
Snape twitched, this blatant show of favoritism was getting on his nerves. ''Can we go on Albus.''
''Yes Severus, James, please refrain from your outbursts.'' Albus reprimanded lightly. Then he continued, ''The it says that young Harry took a dive towards the water and drew up at the last minute, which then caused young Jerry here to fly straight into the lake.''
Albus paused and then looked up, ''Since there is no 'wrong' party here and it was all a misunderstanding, neither student will be punished. However, I suggest that both Harry and Jerry not goad each other into the same situation again.''
''Wait! That can't be all!'' Jerry suddenly yelled, ''What about that Seeker position! You can't award him that!''
''Unfortunately, the Heads of House are the ones who decide whether the First years are suitable for the position. I only listen and keep a roster of who is playing Quidditch.''
''But can't the Headmaster suspend Quidditch players?'' Jerry suddenly said.
Dumbledore looked at Jerry with less than pleased expression, ''Perhaps, but I will do no such thing. Mr. Snape thinks that Harry has the potential and ability which is why he put him onto the team. Now that is all. This hearing is adjourned.''
Jerry was sent off to his rooms and Harry went back to the Slytherin tower with Professor Snape.
Meanwhile, James was gaping at Harry's retreating figure, he looked over at Lily and whispered, ''Harry, a First year seeker? No one's made that exception for two hundred years.''
''I-I don't know.'' Lily replied, just as confused as he was.
''How could I have not seen?''
''He never showed any interest in Quidditch.''
''Yes, well...but what about Jerry?''
''Albus did say Head of House, perhaps we could tell Jerry to talk to Professor McGonagall?''
''Yes...yes, we'll have him talk to Minerva.''
~~~
''Well, it doesn't seem like your father has made any sort of mental development since the last time I saw him.'' Snape growled as they made their way down the steps. Harry shrugged.
''Is it always like this at home for you? Blatant favoritism towards your elder brother?''
''Yes, I don't really care anymore, I've gotten used to it.'' Harry replied nonchalantly.
Snape made a 'hmm..' sound as they continued down the steps, He wasn't sure why, but Harry reminded him almost of himself back when he was in Hogwarts. Everyone doting on and loving James Potter... Himself hardly ever praised despite his knowledge... Albus's favoritism towards the damnable Golden Gryffindor even during the Shrieking Shack incident where he almost was killed. He almost felt relief this time seeing as how Harry wasn't punished unfairly like he was. But he also had a feeling that this time's pardon may have also been for his benefit.
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A/N: I might not be able to update very much between now and next week because of my killer programming assignments and differential equations midterm. I'll try my best though...
Thank you to everyone who commented.
Jerry glared at him defiantly, ''Yeah, you have a problem with that?''
Harry winced at his brother's big mouth. Snape wasn't fazed, in fact, his wicked sneer had grown larger and he looked like an enormous bat ready to come down and kill a stupid foolhardy mouse that squeaked too loud.
''Well, it seems that Mr. Potter's fame had gotten to his head. Let's see... Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Jerry's eyes darted around, not knowing the answer, Hermione quickly raised her hand, hoping to answer the question.
''You don't know? Well let's try again. Where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?
Hermione was just about to raise her hands again when Harry subtly shook his head and then made a cutting motion near his neck at her. Hermione quickly lowered her hand.
''Clearly fame isn't everything Mr. Potter.'' Snape finished.
However, Professor Snape, who noticed everything, had caught Harry's earlier subtle motion. He quickly turned and stalked over to Harry, ''Ah, and how could I forget the other Potter. Riding on the famous coattails of your brother are you?''
''N-no sir.'' Harry whispered.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape suddenly asked.
Harry muttered something quietly.
''Speak up Potter!'' Snape bellowed.
Harry shrank and spoke a bit louder, ''None?''
Snape frowned, thinking it was fluke. But then he continued, ''And what's their other name?''
''A-a-aconite?''
'' Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?''
''S-stomach of a g-gg-goat.'' Harry whispered. He quickly looked over and saw that his brother was glaring at him with pure venom in his eyes.
''And powdered root of asphodel added to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked.
Harry was shaking now, as he stared over at his brother, he had only seen that look once when Harry accidentally spilled juice on Jerry's homework. He had been locked in the shed for the rest of the day until right before his parents came home. It had happened in the middle of winter and Harry had gotten horribly sick afterwards.
''I can't sir...'' Harry whispered.
Snape suddenly turned around and caught Jerry's glaring, ''Mr. Potter, ten points from Gryffindor for not looking humble for your stupidity.''
Jerry immediately stopped looking at Harry and turned his head to glare at his paper.
Snape turned back to Harry, ''Answer the question.''
''D-draught of Living Death...''
''Very good,'' Snape turned his heads to Gryffindors with a look of malicious glee, ''Twenty points to Slytherin.''
The Gryffindors gaped and mouthed to each other 'that's not fair'.
Snape gave a dramatic turn and made his way to his desk. As he sat down he said, ''Oh Mr. Potter. I want you to stay after class.''
Jerry quickly whipped his head up, ''Uh. But I have ...''
''No not you twit! I mean Harry Potter, I don't deal with dunderheads.''
Jerry waited until Snape turned back to the board and then quickly turned and shot Harry another hateful glare while mouthing, 'I'm going get you.'
~~~
''Do you know why I'm keeping you here?'' Snape said silkily as he approached Harry. He sat down at the corner of the table, right in front of Harry. Harry gulped at the looming figure.
Harry's mouth worked, ''I'm in trouble?''
''No, Mr. Potter. I know for a fact that your brother and his new cronies are waiting for you outside right now. I would not send one of my Slytherins out to face an unfair fight, especially one that humiliated the Gryffindors so well today.''
''I didn't mean it.'' Harry said helplessly. ''Hermione knew the answers too.''
''Hn...'' Snape replied vaguely, ''But I didn't call on her now did I?''
''No sir...''
Snape checked the clock on the wall and then stalked out to the door, soon yelling could be heard.
''Ten more points from Gryffindor from each of you for unnecessary loitering after class. Now get out of my sight!''
There was the sound of a hurried footsteps running away as fast they could. Snape soon went back into the room. ''You may go now Potter. And here's a note, if you don't get to your next class in time.''
Harry took the slip sadly, ''You know, that wasn't necessary Professor Snape.''
''I protect my Slytherins Mr. Potter.''
''No. I mean.'' Harry said quietly, ''I have Quidditch with him next, He'll be waiting for me there too...But thank you.''
With that Harry quietly slipped outside of the room and made his way to his next class. For a brief second back there, Harry considered that Snape had done it out of sheer kindness, but the look of malicious glee on his face as he reentered told him that he had probably actually done it to set up Jerry. Either way, Harry hoped that Jerry wasn't waiting for him out on the Quidditch pitch.
~~~
''Hey mate!'' Ron hissed as he motioned Harry to stand next to the broom that was next to him.
''Hi. Look, about Potions class...'' Harry started
''Nah, it's alright. Bloody prick had it coming to him anyways. No one's stupid to talk back at Snape. Too bad the giant bat didn't eat him.''
Harry looked around, ''Where is he?''
''He's with Coach Hooch right now, he's asking her to make an exception and make him the first First year to be a seeker.'' Ron rolled his eyes, ''That hasn't happened in over two hundred years, I doubt it'll happen.''
Harry shrugged, ''He was in the Quidditch kids league back at home.''
''Yeah, but that's only on low flying brooms and slow movin' bludgers, 'snot the same as real Quidditch.''
Harry shrugged again, he didn't really know very much about Quidditch.
Finally Madamn Hooch came back looking flustered, ''For the last time Mr. Potter, I cannot make an exception for you, I haven't even seen you handle a broom.''
''But if I prove myself?''
''We'll see.''
Jerry grumbled but conceded.
They practiced retrieving the brooms, which Harry was able to do on his first try, to his surprise. Jerry had gone ahead of everyone and was dramatically twirling around in the air, making some of the students stare at him in awe.
Harry shrugged and mounted his broom and levitated carefully in the air. Eventually Ron followed suit and the two of them freely floated around, only a few feet above the ground
Meanwhile, Neville suddenly shot up into the air, hanging onto his broom as he went out of control, flying around the castle, nearly killing himself as he barely missed statues and the sharp edges of the castle. Eventually, his broom ran smack straight into the wall and he toppled down ungracefully with the school's splintered broom.
Hooch immediately rushed over to Neville and ushered him to the hospital. As the group watched Madam Hooch take Neville to see Madam Pomfrey, Malfoy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding Neville's Remembrall.
''Give it back Malfoy,'' Hermione yelled out as she stalked over to Draco. But Draco had already gotten on his broom and started to fly up into the sky. Hermione gave a frustrated growl since her flying skills were so poor that she knew she couldn't go after him. She quickly turned and shook Harry's shoulder, ''Can you get it back from him?''
Harry made a face, ''But Malfoy...''
''Come one Harry. It belongs to Neville.''
''I don't want to give Malfoy a reason to kill me...'' Harry started, but Jerry had already flown into the air and was chasing after Draco.
''Give that back!'' Jerry bellowed as he chased after Malfoy, but to no avail since Malfoy was much smaller and lighter than Jerry and thus was able to fly out of his reach easily.
''There, Jerry has it under control.'' Harry tried to say.
But Ron shot him a skeptical look, ''Doesn't look like that from down here mate.''
''Then you do it!'' Ron gave him a look, it had taken Ron a couple of tried to get into the air, while Harry had just floated up smoothly without any trouble.
Harry groaned, ''Fine... but if I die...''
''You won't, you seem to fly pretty steadily.'' Hermione interrupted.
''No, I meant after this when Malfoy drowns me in the toilet.'' Harry muttered and then took to the air to follow after Malfoy.
Harry quickly was trailing behind Jerry as was catching up to Malfoy. As he came up closer, Jerry noticed and growled, ''Oh no you don't, he's mine.''
And made then he made a move to shove Harry off of his broom. But Harry was faster and maneuvered away from Jerry and even managed to get himself closer to Draco.''
Draco turned his head and glared at Harry, ''What? You going to chase me too over stupid Longbottom's Rememberall?''
Harry rolled his eyes, ''Look, it's not a big deal, just give me the damn Rememberall.''
''Then get that oaf off my tail!''
Harry turned around and looked at Jerry, ''Any bright ideas?''
''Hex him.''
''I left my wand down there.'' Harry said, it was the truth, he didn't think that Quidditch needed wands, so he didn't bring it with him.
''You're bloody useless you know that?''
''Here, why don't you hand me the Rememberall...''
''I'm not stupid Potter, you'll leave me here to be chased by that jerk after you take it!''
''Fine, pretend you're handing it off to me, make sure he sees. Promise you'll hand it over afterwards?''
Malfoy nodded and made a cupping shape with his hand and pretended to hand the Rememberall over to Harry. They quickly split off and sure enough, Jerry started to chase Harry.
Harry pulled a lot of dangerous maneuvers as he tried to shake off his brother. Eventually they made their way to the lake. Harry finally decided to make a desperate last minute ditch attempt and plunged straight down towards the lake.
''He's bloody insane!'' Ron screamed as they watched Harry fly straight into the Lake. Jerry was following him right on his tale. Then suddenly at the last minute, Harry pulled out of his plunge and shot up.
''That's a perfect Wronski Feint!'' Dean Thomas shouted in awe;
Moments later, Jerry wasn't able to pull out of his dive and plunged into the lake. Harry was still flying away, not looking behind him, and towards the group, where he finally stopped when the students waved him down. Harry landed on the ground and then collapsed onto his back on the grass.
Draco Malfoy also landed and knelt down by Harry, ''You alright?''
A bit surprised, but appreciative of Draco's concern, Harry gave a weak grin, 'Yeah, I will be after the world stops spinning.''
''Those were some killer moves Harry!'' Ron praised.
Harry smiled at Ron and then looked over at Draco, ''You promised.''
Draco looked like he had sucked a lemon, but he still tossed the Rememberall over to Hermione, ''There you happy?''
''Ecstatic.'' Harry said breathlessly.
Then suddenly a shadow covered him, ''Mr. Potter didn't I tell you and the group to not fly while I was away?''
''Malfoy took Neville's Rememberall'' Ron started, which caused Draco to shoot him a cold glare, but he quickly continued, ''Uh, it was just a joke, he was going to give it back, but Jerry started to chase him and he was sort of stuck. Harry went up and tried to take care of the situation.''
''And where is your brother Harry?'' Madam Hooch asked.
''Uh...''
''Swimming with the Giant Squid.'' One of the Slytherins commented and the rest of them started to snicker.
''Oh dear.'' Madam Hooch sighed and then she grumbled as she got onto her broom and headed towards the lake to retrieve Jerry Potter.
Draco and Harry let out a sigh of relief when another shadow overcast them and the familiar voice of their Head of House spoke, ''Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, come with me.''
~~~
''I can't believe it! Two at once! No one is ever allowed to play Quidditch until their second year. And to think you got it instead of your brother.'' Ron exclaimed.
Harry was smiling at Ron, ''Actually, I'm more happy that I don't have to worry as much about Draco trying to kill me anymore.''
''Yeah, the bloke looked like he was going to snog you silly once you got out of the Headmaster's office.''
Harry suddenly had a wicked smile, ''Who knew annoying Jerry could be so beneficial.''
''Well, I didn't, but I'll sure keep it up if the benefits are this good,'' Draco said, as he came up behind Harry and Ron.
Ron tried to keep his expression neutral, ''So, what position are you?''
''Chaser.'' Draco said, trying not to add a comment, after all the Weasel helped cover up the situation so he wouldn't get in trouble. And Malfoys recognized debts, even the most subtle ones.
''That's bloody wicked.'' Ron said enviously.
''Of course Weasel.'' Draco said, not really realizing that the nickname was infuriating. Ron was about to start yelling at Draco when Harry mouthed to Ron, 'peacock' and winked.
Ron's anger subsided and he smirked. The blonde sure did look like one as he stood there preening over his success.
The warning bell rang.
''Bloody Hell! My class is on the other side of the school!'' Ron yelped and started up the seven long flights of stairs to Transfiguration as Harry and Draco headed down to Herbology.
The good day seemed to end at dinner when Professor Snape came over to Harry after he finished his dinner, ''The Headmaster requires your presence once more.''
Harry quickly got out of his seat and followed his Head of House, ''What is this about.''
Snape's eyes flickered with annoyance, ''I think... your brother.''
Harry winced, and then looked up at his Head of House hopefully, ''Will you be there?''
Snape frowned, ''Now why would you want me to be there?''
Harry looked at the ground, ''I know I'll only get in trouble, they never listen. In their eyes, Jerry can do nothing wrong. Even if I try to explain the situation, Dad will twist it around and make me sound like I did it.''
Snape muttered, ''Typical James Potter.''
Then after a moment of silence, ''Fine.''
''Thank you.'' Harry whispered.
~~~
''What is 'he' doing here?''
''Harry requested that I be here.'' Snape said sternly.
James turned to Harry, ''First you disgrace us by being put into Slytherin and now this?!''
Harry's face contorted in into humiliation as he lowered his head.
''James stop it.'' Lily said, trying to calm her husband down. But she was only half heartedly doing it, she was also quite disappointed in Harry too.
''...And then you injure your brother?! You could have had him killed!''
''He was coming after me! He was trying to hurt me!''
''Nonsense!'' James bellowed.
Soon Albus came back into the room and sat down at the head of the table, ''Mr. James Potter, please calm down. We need to discuss the situation.''
''There is no discussion, we're taking him home so we can discipline him.'' James said as he glared at Harry. Harry whimpered and shrank into his chair.
''James.'' Dumbledore said sternly, ''This is not the way to take care of the situation.''
Finally James sat back and sulked in his chair. Dumbledore finally moved over to the fireplace and called Madam Promfrey to bring over Jerry.
Soon, both Jerry and Madamn Promfrey walked out of the first place. Jerry was purposely exaggerating the limp in his leg even when it was only a small bandage around his ankle.
Jerry looked at Harry contemptuously and sat down between his mother and father.
The sight looked a bit strange. Harry was sitting close to Snape on one side and the rest of the Potter family was sitting on the opposite side.
''Now, we're going to have a small hearing over what happened. I've taken interviews from most of the students who were there at the scene, they said that Draco Malfoy took Neville's Rememberall...Jerry then went after Mr. Malfoy to retrieve the Rememberall and they started to chase each other around the field. Does that sound accurate?'' Albus asked, taking a moment for the reply.
Both Harry and Jerry nodded.
''Alright, it says here that Harry finally took into the sky at Mrs. Hermione Granger's prompting since it looked like the situation wasn't going to be resolved. Harry followed the two. As Harry came closer, young Jerry here tried to push him away...''
''That's a lie!'' Jerry burst out, causing the group to jump.
''I've gotten at least twenty sources saying it wasn't, Mr. Potter. Is there anyway you can explain this?''
''It's all his fault! He's trying to get them to gang up on me.''
''I didn't!'' Harry insisted.
''Why don't you shut up you little twerp!'' Jerry growled at Harry.
Snape suddenly stood up and loomed over Jerry, ''I suggest you keep your comments to yourself Mr. Potter if they are not conducive to the hearing.''
Jerry shut his mouth and looked away. And Snape sat back down.
Albus cleared his throat and continued, ''They say that Harry eventually caught up with Mr. Malfoy and they said something to each other, then Mr. Malfoy's hand stuck out. Some of the spectators said that it looked like Mr. Malfoy was trying to push Harry away.''
''He was just trying to tell me not to get involved.'' Harry quickly said, coming to Draco's defense, he wasn't sure why he did it, but he really didn't want Draco to start hating him again because Dumbledore learned that Jerry's injury was somewhat planned.
''I see.'' Dumbledore scribbled what Harry said down. He held the paper up and continued, ''It then says that the two of you separated and Mr. Jerry Potter started to chase after you.''
''That's because I thought Malfoy had given him the Rememberall.'' Jerry suddenly said.
''Why would you think Malfoy had given it to me. And if I had gotten it, I would have either given it to you or went back down to the group with the ball!''
''Then why were you still running away?''
''Because you still chasing me and I thought you were going to kill me!''
''Nonsense Harry, Jerry would never hurt you.'' Lily suddenly said.
''That's not true, he beat me up school lots of times. It's just that the nurse always mended me up and I knew that if I told you, you wouldn't believe me anyways! Just like now!''
''I've never heard such garbage in my life.'' James growled at Harry.
Snape twitched, this blatant show of favoritism was getting on his nerves. ''Can we go on Albus.''
''Yes Severus, James, please refrain from your outbursts.'' Albus reprimanded lightly. Then he continued, ''The it says that young Harry took a dive towards the water and drew up at the last minute, which then caused young Jerry here to fly straight into the lake.''
Albus paused and then looked up, ''Since there is no 'wrong' party here and it was all a misunderstanding, neither student will be punished. However, I suggest that both Harry and Jerry not goad each other into the same situation again.''
''Wait! That can't be all!'' Jerry suddenly yelled, ''What about that Seeker position! You can't award him that!''
''Unfortunately, the Heads of House are the ones who decide whether the First years are suitable for the position. I only listen and keep a roster of who is playing Quidditch.''
''But can't the Headmaster suspend Quidditch players?'' Jerry suddenly said.
Dumbledore looked at Jerry with less than pleased expression, ''Perhaps, but I will do no such thing. Mr. Snape thinks that Harry has the potential and ability which is why he put him onto the team. Now that is all. This hearing is adjourned.''
Jerry was sent off to his rooms and Harry went back to the Slytherin tower with Professor Snape.
Meanwhile, James was gaping at Harry's retreating figure, he looked over at Lily and whispered, ''Harry, a First year seeker? No one's made that exception for two hundred years.''
''I-I don't know.'' Lily replied, just as confused as he was.
''How could I have not seen?''
''He never showed any interest in Quidditch.''
''Yes, well...but what about Jerry?''
''Albus did say Head of House, perhaps we could tell Jerry to talk to Professor McGonagall?''
''Yes...yes, we'll have him talk to Minerva.''
~~~
''Well, it doesn't seem like your father has made any sort of mental development since the last time I saw him.'' Snape growled as they made their way down the steps. Harry shrugged.
''Is it always like this at home for you? Blatant favoritism towards your elder brother?''
''Yes, I don't really care anymore, I've gotten used to it.'' Harry replied nonchalantly.
Snape made a 'hmm..' sound as they continued down the steps, He wasn't sure why, but Harry reminded him almost of himself back when he was in Hogwarts. Everyone doting on and loving James Potter... Himself hardly ever praised despite his knowledge... Albus's favoritism towards the damnable Golden Gryffindor even during the Shrieking Shack incident where he almost was killed. He almost felt relief this time seeing as how Harry wasn't punished unfairly like he was. But he also had a feeling that this time's pardon may have also been for his benefit.
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A/N: I might not be able to update very much between now and next week because of my killer programming assignments and differential equations midterm. I'll try my best though...
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