Flying Classes and 1st Detention

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"I can't believe you tortured Hermione Granger! Using my curse!"

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"Now, when I say 'go', all you need to do is hold your hand over your broom and say 'UP!'. Now, Go!" Madame Hooch circled the group of Gryffindors and Slytherins, watching as a few among them made the broomsticks jump into their hands.

Among the successful students were Harry, Draco, Ron Weasley, and Seamus Finnigan. Vanella and Hermione couldn't make it work.

"Girls, announce yourselves! Come on, command the broomstick!"

Vanella yelled 'Up!' at the broomstick and nothing happened. "I think it's dead, Ma'am."

"Nonsense!"

Madame Hooch, a small woman with white hair, walked over and commanded the broom up. It came without halt.

"See? All you've got to do is let it know who's boss, here." She gave the broom to Vanella, instructing on correct holding of it. "There. Now hold it just like that, just like Incendie here is doing, people!" she yelled to the class.

They were all standing in the Quidditch pitch, and Harry loved it. The broom was vibrating in his hand, almost itching to fly with him.

Madame Hooch made sure everyone was holding their brooms correctly before standing in front of them. "Now, you swing your leg over to the other side, yes, just like that, and, when I say to, kick off the ground."

She observed their stances over their brooms. "Yes, yes, good. Longbottom!"

Neville flew up into the air, apparently on accident, then came crashing back down, landing with a sickening crunch. Madame Hooch rushed over, diagnosed a broken wrist, and tried to get him up and out. On the way across the pitch, she yelled back at them.

"If I see one foot off the ground, be sure at least one of you will be expelled!"

They took that to heart. Except Malfoy.

Draco walked over to where Neville had landed. "What's this?" he asked. A look of recognition crossed his features. "Oh! A Remembrall! Longbottom's dropped his Remembrall!"

"Hey!" Ron Weasley dropped his broom and ambled over. "Give that back, Malfoy, it's not yours!"

"Oh yea, Weasley? I don't see anyone's name on it, so whose could it be? If you find it, you can keep it; that's my motto."

"You know that's Neville's, Malfoy, now give it here." Ron held out his hand, as if actually expecting Malfoy to give over the Remembrall.

Harry rolled his eyes, knowing this was going nowhere. "Malfoy, just give it to him, it's really not a big deal."

"You're taking a Gryffindor's side, Potter? Why," he put on a look of feigned surprise, "you've gone soft."

Harry pursed his lips. "Malfoy, just give him the Remembrall."

Malfoy looked down at his broom, then at the Remembrall. "If you want it, Potter, come and get it!"

He zoomed off the ground on the broom, hovering above all their heads, about twenty feet up.

"Malfoy! Come on, get back here!"

Hermione gasped. "You'll be expelled for sure!"

Vanella rolled her eyes from the Slytherin side.

Harry mounted his broom, Ron watching. "Don't do it, Harry. I don't care how much I don't like you, you don't want to be expelled. Let him," he said, jerking his thumb at Malfoy, who was, at this point, tossing the Remembrall up in the air and catching it with his right hand, left hand firm on the broom.

Harry kicked off the ground, despite Ron's suggestions not to. Floating steadily up to Malfoy, he said, "Alright, Draco, I'm up here. Now give me the bloody Remembrall."

Malfoy 'tsk'-ed. "I don't think so, Potter," he said, eyes darted to the castle and back. "I think that if you want it, you should catch it." And with that, he threw the Remembrall into the air and flew back to the ground.

Harry panicked. He flew up to catch the small ball, diving as it came down and catching it in an outstretched hand. He pulled out of the dive about a foot from the ground and toppled safely into the grass.

Some people from the ground clapped as he stood up easily, a triumphant grin on his face.

When he had his feet firmly on the ground and had given the Remembrall to Ron, he noticed none other than Severus Snape strolling onto the lawn.

The Gryffindors, most of them, laughed as Severus dragged Harry off the field, while others, the Slytherins, watched in shock.

As soon as they were out of visibility, Snape dropped the angry guise. "What was that about, Harry?" he asked quietly.

"Er... Malfoy took Neville's Remembrall and was going to break it, or keep it, or throw it, or hide it, so... so I got it back."

"Excellent diving, there."

Harry looked at him in shock. He thought he was expelled! Why was Snape complimenting his breaking of the rules?

"Though it is odd, you defending a Gryffindor."

"Malfoy was being a jerk."

"People do that sometimes."

"Yea." Harry looked down at his shuffling feet. "Where are you taking me?"

"To see the Slytherin Quidditch captain."

Harry gave him the infamous goldfish-look. "What?"

"I haven't seen a dive like that since Charlie Weasley. And he was good. I mean really—REALLY—good." Snape shot him a glance. "Close your mouth, you look like a fish."

Harry snapped his mouth shut and looked at the floor.

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"It's not funny, people!"

Vanella was frantically trying to calm down the flying class before Madame Hooch came back. "Hello!"

Draco Malfoy was rolling on the ground, clutching his sides in laughter. Vanella rolled her eyes and kicked him. "Get up, you... you hunk of worthless flesh!"

Malfoy stopped laughing long enough to glare at her and say, "What are you going to do, curse me like you did Granger?" He laughed again. "I'm afraid I won't be so easily beaten compared to that Mudblood. I don't think you could do so much damage to me."

Hermione turned bright red and the Gryffindors gasped. Whispers spread throughout the room.

"Did he just—"

"He did!"

"Malfoy called her a Mudblood—"

"Bloody git!"

The last one was Ron, marching up to Malfoy, an angry look on his face.

Next was Hermione, "I don't know what you said, but I know it was bad!" He walked over and kicked him in the side like Vanella had done not two minutes earlier.

Draco stood. "Yea, I called her a Mudblood. It's the truth, is it not?"

Vanella and Ron had their wands out. Draco backed off in feigned terror. "Oh, no, it's the dream team, come to curse me."

Vanella restrained herself, but Ron didn't. And he must have done his reading, too.

"Aegrum!" He shouted the spell at the blonde.

Draco paled and keeled over, vomiting up everything he had eaten in the last ten hours. The girls turned away in disgust while the boys laughed.

It was then that Madame Hooch decided to make an appearance. She took one look at Draco, sighed and rolled her eyes, then left again, the vomiting boy in tow.

Ron began to laugh, once the shock wore off, until, of course, Madame Hooch's voice came echoing back to them:

"And you, Ron Weasley, have detention with Snape this afternoon for this prank!"

He paled then, and the rest of the class began to laugh.

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Harry arrived early to detention that night, allowing him for private conference with his Potions Professor.

"Hello, Harry," Snape called at his entrance, while leaning over a bubbling cauldron, stirring counterclockwise.

"Hello, Professor," he replied, sitting himself in a chair near the working Professor.

"Where's your counterpart?"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "You mean Vanella? Because if you do, she's on her way, but had to stop to talk to someone." At the Professor's glance, he continued, "She wouldn't say who."

Severus nodded, still stirring. "Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley will be here as well. You and Vanella will be helping me with my experimentation, while Weasley and Malfoy, who aren't quite as—erm, skilled—at potions clean the classroom."

Harry snorted.

Always the master of good timing, Draco walked in.

Snape looked up from his cauldron momentarily. "Ah, Malfoy, conjure yourself a sponge and bucket if you know how, and if you don't, have Potter do it."

Snape knew what he was doing. He was making Malfoy depend on Harry. It was clear that Draco wouldn't know how to conjure things already, and he knew that Harry would. It made Severus laugh inwardly.

Malfoy sneered. Oh, it was going to be a long night for the blonde Slytherin.

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Author's Note: Okay, so it's not the longest chapter I could write, but I wanted to get the chapter up for you guys. I managed to find a way to get the chapter up, so I should be proud. Anyway, in the next chapter is the rest of the detention, and a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so look for it—I'll have it up as soon as possible, I swear.

Ah, another notice. I have an account on fictionpress, now, and it is also WhiteVanillaFlames. I don't know if it matters to anyone, but I figured I'd say it anyway. And my friend, 'jaded phoenix' on harrypotterfanfiction.com is writing a fanfiction story for those of you who like war and suffering. It's about an Ancient coming to Hogwarts in an effort to reunite Slytherin and Gryffindor. Seems kind of interesting to me, so if anyone else is interested, the title is: 'The War to End All Wars'. Alright, that's settled.

Okay, 8 reviews, answers here:

ScruffyWes: You cannot really create an original character then brush her aside like there was no point to it. I need Vanella there for the way things will end up in the end, so this is where she is. I'm sorry if you think she is a Mary Sue. I know there are quite a few characters in Harry Potter to take your pick from, but that really doesn't matter when you're writing something then all of the sudden come up with an idea that you like. You run with it. So I did. Now, if people think I have a Mary Sue, I get over it. Like I said in Chapter 10, 'bite my tongue and get over it'. And I have no idea what you mean by 'AU' so I'm going to ignore the comment. If you feel like filling me in on this information, then please do so. As for Vanella having a silly name, it's your opinion. And that's fine with me. Thank you for saying my rant was amusing, although I fail to see it as a rant. Where I joked about being hurt... the only thing that made it a joke was that it wasn't that particular part of the review that hurt me. I mean, honestly! Who writes 15 chapters of daydreams? If someone wanted to read my daydreams I'd post them. But they don't. So I'm not. Therefore I am not hurt by someone saying they are, because I know just how untrue the comment was. Much like the rest of that wonderful review. Untrue, untrue, untrue. It doesn't get clearer than that. And yes, when I write a full page response and post it with my story, I am either hurt or nuts. If you want my opinion, I could be considered both by people who know me. Probably a little of the former, but much more of the latter.

shirriez: Snape is a little kinder in this story, I know. It shouldn't be bad, and don't worry, Ron will be punished for his little show. Yes, Dumbledore knows about Vanella. I can't be sure, because these things happen when they do, but I think that Dumbledore's knowledge of her might just turn out to be... surprising. I think what she means by having his power (I wrote it, I should know, but it doesn't mean I do) without killing all of those people.

Hakkai – Gojyo – Goku – Sanzo: It doesn't mention it in this chapter, but you find out later that that is exactly what Dumbledore had done.

Catti: Which chapters were boring? I'm not being evil here, I just want to know so I know what to avoid while I write it. Makes it easier for me. Thanks! And I will.

Black-Rose1212: Well nobody's ever said that before! Wow, thanks! I find that the easiest way to write the chapter is to just keep going. Don't stop until it's done and never let yourself convince yourself that it's horrible (I know it sounds weird but people have a tendency to think that everything they write is terrible—I do it myself). When you get an idea, sit down and write it. Run with it. Far. And once again, I'm sorry it took so long to update this time but at my father's house I don't have easy access to a computer I can update from. Again, thanks!

BlackSparrow: I read the story you mean, and it all makes sense now. And, yes, it would be quite different. I'll think about it, but I have problems writing unless it just comes, so thinking about doing something like that won't help unless I dwell on it. But I will try. Promise.

starangel2106: Yep, it's off into the forest. Everyone can spell, it's just a matter of how well. Anyway, thanks. I know, Ron's isn't fair, but he'll get his in the end. I mean, not in the end but eventually. It's an old saying or something. Oh, forget it. I'm trying hard to update, but my parents are divorced and at my dad's there isn't a computer I can do it on. I'm working it out, though, thank God. Anyway, thanks again.

leggylover03: It is freaky that Harry is in Slytherin. That's alright though, right? I mean, eventually I will do an alternate with him in Gryffindor ( I say that every time, I know, but it will happen when this one's over, I swear). Thanks, though!

Translations:

"Aegrum": 'Sick, Ill'

Alright, I'm done talking now.