A/N: All right, I wanted to tell you all how I will be updating. The order
is as followed: this story, HP and NOT, HP and SH, and DDNT. This way I
won't focus on just one fic and ignore the rest.
Thanks to Dadaiiro: It's Deja vu. Have you ever gotten that feeling that you had done or seen something before(If you haven't, it's really creepy!). Well, that's kind of what Harry was feeling. As for why? You'll have to wait and see; LittleEar BigEar's sis; litine; PhoenixFire; Lirael; Calani; Serpena; Lady Phoenix Gryffindor; JerseyGirl03; ryleeblack; Lady Knight of Kennan; Maikafuiniel; lilybaby: Hermione definitely has to become friends with Harry! She one of my favorite characters.
Some of the dialogue and descriptions in the chapter are from HP and the SS, but in different circumstances. Enjoy!
CH15: Up, Up, and Away!
~Although he had no clue what that package was, Harry was sure that it was going to make this a very long and exciting year.~
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By the second week of school, the first years were settling into the Hogwarts routine. And now, it was time for flying lessons. At least, for the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
After finishing their breakfasts on Wednesday morning, Draco and Harry headed down to the front lawn, anxiously awaiting their first class.
Harry was chewing on his bottom lip like he always did when he was nervous, a trait which Draco had picked up on quickly.
"Relax, you'll do fine." He put a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder.
Harry shot his friend a smile. "Thanks." They soon reached an area where at least twenty broomsticks were lying on the ground. A small group of Hufflepuffs and a few Ravenclaws were huddled in a small group. They made their way into the pack.
"What's everyone looking at?" Harry asked the people nearby. A boy he recognized as Justin Finch-Fletchley turned to him.
"Ernie Macmillan got a Stellar Watch in the mail today," breathed Justin. Draco gasped in awe and Harry had a flash to something he saw in an antique magazine Cho was reading the other night. They were very old, usually passed down through generations, and very expensive.
"Yeah, my dad sent it to me this morning," Ernie was saying. "It always given to the oldest child in my family at the beginning of their first year at Hogwarts. It's been in the family for ages." He held up a golden pocket watch. It was an odd one: there were twelve hands and no numbers. Instead, little planets revolved around the edge. "I've got to take good care off it. It's priceless. My dad'll kill me if anything happens."
A whistle broke through the chatter. Madame Hooch, the Flying instructor, had arrived.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madame Hooch, "and say 'Up!'"
"Up everyone shouted. Harry's jumped into his hand immediately. His and Draco's were some of the few that did.
Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding of the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grip. Harry's confidence was boosted a bit when he got that right on the first attempt.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madame Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two - "
But Ernie, being nervous and jumpy and not very good at flying, pushed off too early, before the whistle had even touched the teacher's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Ernie was rising straight up - twelve feet - twenty feet. Harry could see his scared white face as he looked down, and saw him when he fell sideways off the broom.
CRACK! Ernie hit the dirt and the class rushed over to him. All of them but Harry. He had his eyes fixed on the broomstick, still floating through the air. Or, more specifically, on a glittering object snagged on the end of the broom. And, very much like Ernie, the thing slipped off. The irreplaceable watch was hurtling towards the ground.
Without thinking, Harry mounted his broom and kicked off. He could hear the shouts and screams on the ground, but he didn't care. He was flying. It was wonderful.
Flying was something Harry Potter could do without being taught. The wind rushing around him, the feeling of weightlessness, like you were one with the clouds.....he could fly all day. But, right now, he had a job to do.
He pointed the handle towards the falling watch and leaned forward. Next second, he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing - wind whispered in his ears, calling him, telling him what to do. Harry stretched out his hand and, a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Stellar Watch clutched safely in his fist.
"EVAN ANDREWS!"
Harry's heart sank. Madame Hooch was standing over him. He got to his feet, trembling. He could see the class looking at him in awe and Draco grinning widely.
Madame Hooch seemed at a loss for words. She kept opening her mouth and closing it again. Harry turned to Ernie, who was still sitting on the ground. He held out the watch.
"Here you go, Ernie," he said softly.
"Tha-thank you," mumbled Ernie as he took it.
The professor seemed to finally gather her words. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a quill and some parchment. As she scribbled a couple of notes, she said, "Take this to Professor Snape. Then, take this one to Flitwick, Andrews." She had a strange look on her face, which Harry didn't take as a good omen. He snatched up the papers, dropped the broomstick, and walked back into the castle.
Harry's mind was rushing. 'Are they going to expel me? I know we weren't suppose to fly on our own, but....it was for a friend. I can understand being sent to Flitwick, he's the Ravenclaw head of House. But what about Snape? Why Snape?!?'
He was so deep in thought he didn't realize he had already reached the dungeons. He knocked on the door of Snape's classroom and was invited in.
"Professor - " he began, but was cut off.
"Andrews! What are you doing here?" Snape hissed.
"Madame Hooch gave me a note for you." Snape ripped the parchment out of his hands.
"Roberts, you are to go see Professor Flitwick." A tall, 6th year boy looked puzzled, but obediently followed Harry out of the classroom.
"Glad to be getting out of there," Roberts sighed.
"I don't blame you," replied Harry, trying to forget his inner panic.
"What do they want us for?"
"I'm not exactly sure what you have to go for, but..."
"What a second," grinned Roberts. "You're the kid from the feast." At Harry's nod he went on. "No wonder Snape was so upset to see you. Let me guess, you did something cool, but undoubtably stupid and that's why you were sent out of class?"
"Pretty much." They arrived at the Charms classroom and went in. Flitwick didn't have a class at the moment and was grading papers. He looked up when they entered.
"Ah, Roberts, Andrews, what can I do for you two." Wordlessly, Harry handed the professor the note. To his surprise, Flitwick broke into a grin. "So, you took off on your broomstick and saved a watch belonging to one of your classmates from taking a nasty fall, like said classmate?" The student nodded and Roberts was trying to hide hid snickers. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Madame Hooch thinks this might merit a try-out for Ravenclaw Seeker."
"What?" Harry asked.
"He's only a first year!" Roberts blurted out.
"We'll have to talk about bending the first year rule with Dumbledore, but that shouldn't be a problem. According to this note, you may be the next Charlie Weasley. He was the best Seeker at Hogwarts in years." Roberts looked like all his dreams were about to come true, but Harry was still astounded. He risked his neck and broke school rules, and they were letting him try out for the Quidditch team?!? "What do you think, Kenneth. You're captain, the decision is yours."
"Meet me at the Pitch tonight, Andrews. I really hope Hooch is right, we may actually have a shot at the cup this year!"
Harry, picturing the free feeling he got flying, finally managed to grin back at the Professor and the Captain.
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Next time on Corkscrews....Harry's Quidditch tryout, Halloween, Hermione, and some Dumbledore interaction. Also, some more mysteries are built, can you take the suspense? And a meeting with our favorite three-headed dog!
Thanks to Dadaiiro: It's Deja vu. Have you ever gotten that feeling that you had done or seen something before(If you haven't, it's really creepy!). Well, that's kind of what Harry was feeling. As for why? You'll have to wait and see; LittleEar BigEar's sis; litine; PhoenixFire; Lirael; Calani; Serpena; Lady Phoenix Gryffindor; JerseyGirl03; ryleeblack; Lady Knight of Kennan; Maikafuiniel; lilybaby: Hermione definitely has to become friends with Harry! She one of my favorite characters.
Some of the dialogue and descriptions in the chapter are from HP and the SS, but in different circumstances. Enjoy!
CH15: Up, Up, and Away!
~Although he had no clue what that package was, Harry was sure that it was going to make this a very long and exciting year.~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By the second week of school, the first years were settling into the Hogwarts routine. And now, it was time for flying lessons. At least, for the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
After finishing their breakfasts on Wednesday morning, Draco and Harry headed down to the front lawn, anxiously awaiting their first class.
Harry was chewing on his bottom lip like he always did when he was nervous, a trait which Draco had picked up on quickly.
"Relax, you'll do fine." He put a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder.
Harry shot his friend a smile. "Thanks." They soon reached an area where at least twenty broomsticks were lying on the ground. A small group of Hufflepuffs and a few Ravenclaws were huddled in a small group. They made their way into the pack.
"What's everyone looking at?" Harry asked the people nearby. A boy he recognized as Justin Finch-Fletchley turned to him.
"Ernie Macmillan got a Stellar Watch in the mail today," breathed Justin. Draco gasped in awe and Harry had a flash to something he saw in an antique magazine Cho was reading the other night. They were very old, usually passed down through generations, and very expensive.
"Yeah, my dad sent it to me this morning," Ernie was saying. "It always given to the oldest child in my family at the beginning of their first year at Hogwarts. It's been in the family for ages." He held up a golden pocket watch. It was an odd one: there were twelve hands and no numbers. Instead, little planets revolved around the edge. "I've got to take good care off it. It's priceless. My dad'll kill me if anything happens."
A whistle broke through the chatter. Madame Hooch, the Flying instructor, had arrived.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madame Hooch, "and say 'Up!'"
"Up everyone shouted. Harry's jumped into his hand immediately. His and Draco's were some of the few that did.
Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding of the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grip. Harry's confidence was boosted a bit when he got that right on the first attempt.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madame Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two - "
But Ernie, being nervous and jumpy and not very good at flying, pushed off too early, before the whistle had even touched the teacher's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Ernie was rising straight up - twelve feet - twenty feet. Harry could see his scared white face as he looked down, and saw him when he fell sideways off the broom.
CRACK! Ernie hit the dirt and the class rushed over to him. All of them but Harry. He had his eyes fixed on the broomstick, still floating through the air. Or, more specifically, on a glittering object snagged on the end of the broom. And, very much like Ernie, the thing slipped off. The irreplaceable watch was hurtling towards the ground.
Without thinking, Harry mounted his broom and kicked off. He could hear the shouts and screams on the ground, but he didn't care. He was flying. It was wonderful.
Flying was something Harry Potter could do without being taught. The wind rushing around him, the feeling of weightlessness, like you were one with the clouds.....he could fly all day. But, right now, he had a job to do.
He pointed the handle towards the falling watch and leaned forward. Next second, he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing - wind whispered in his ears, calling him, telling him what to do. Harry stretched out his hand and, a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Stellar Watch clutched safely in his fist.
"EVAN ANDREWS!"
Harry's heart sank. Madame Hooch was standing over him. He got to his feet, trembling. He could see the class looking at him in awe and Draco grinning widely.
Madame Hooch seemed at a loss for words. She kept opening her mouth and closing it again. Harry turned to Ernie, who was still sitting on the ground. He held out the watch.
"Here you go, Ernie," he said softly.
"Tha-thank you," mumbled Ernie as he took it.
The professor seemed to finally gather her words. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a quill and some parchment. As she scribbled a couple of notes, she said, "Take this to Professor Snape. Then, take this one to Flitwick, Andrews." She had a strange look on her face, which Harry didn't take as a good omen. He snatched up the papers, dropped the broomstick, and walked back into the castle.
Harry's mind was rushing. 'Are they going to expel me? I know we weren't suppose to fly on our own, but....it was for a friend. I can understand being sent to Flitwick, he's the Ravenclaw head of House. But what about Snape? Why Snape?!?'
He was so deep in thought he didn't realize he had already reached the dungeons. He knocked on the door of Snape's classroom and was invited in.
"Professor - " he began, but was cut off.
"Andrews! What are you doing here?" Snape hissed.
"Madame Hooch gave me a note for you." Snape ripped the parchment out of his hands.
"Roberts, you are to go see Professor Flitwick." A tall, 6th year boy looked puzzled, but obediently followed Harry out of the classroom.
"Glad to be getting out of there," Roberts sighed.
"I don't blame you," replied Harry, trying to forget his inner panic.
"What do they want us for?"
"I'm not exactly sure what you have to go for, but..."
"What a second," grinned Roberts. "You're the kid from the feast." At Harry's nod he went on. "No wonder Snape was so upset to see you. Let me guess, you did something cool, but undoubtably stupid and that's why you were sent out of class?"
"Pretty much." They arrived at the Charms classroom and went in. Flitwick didn't have a class at the moment and was grading papers. He looked up when they entered.
"Ah, Roberts, Andrews, what can I do for you two." Wordlessly, Harry handed the professor the note. To his surprise, Flitwick broke into a grin. "So, you took off on your broomstick and saved a watch belonging to one of your classmates from taking a nasty fall, like said classmate?" The student nodded and Roberts was trying to hide hid snickers. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Madame Hooch thinks this might merit a try-out for Ravenclaw Seeker."
"What?" Harry asked.
"He's only a first year!" Roberts blurted out.
"We'll have to talk about bending the first year rule with Dumbledore, but that shouldn't be a problem. According to this note, you may be the next Charlie Weasley. He was the best Seeker at Hogwarts in years." Roberts looked like all his dreams were about to come true, but Harry was still astounded. He risked his neck and broke school rules, and they were letting him try out for the Quidditch team?!? "What do you think, Kenneth. You're captain, the decision is yours."
"Meet me at the Pitch tonight, Andrews. I really hope Hooch is right, we may actually have a shot at the cup this year!"
Harry, picturing the free feeling he got flying, finally managed to grin back at the Professor and the Captain.
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Next time on Corkscrews....Harry's Quidditch tryout, Halloween, Hermione, and some Dumbledore interaction. Also, some more mysteries are built, can you take the suspense? And a meeting with our favorite three-headed dog!
