Reality Check
~* Hey guys, I'm back from Hervey Bay, it was pretty boring, but anyway! Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. I'm trying to keep the characters acting eleven, in most fictions I read the characters either act too young or too old for their "set age", so that would be why Caprice and Harry are so "immature" about certain things. Just thought I'd clear that up. Oh and another thing which hasn't come up, but I thought I'd better mention it anyway, Caprice is NOT a Mary-Sue. She has glasses, and I never portrayed her as "beautiful" and vain. *~
Chapter 10 ~ Flying
Harry had never thought he'd find a boy whom he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he had met Draco Malfoy. Every time they crossed paths, Caprice was with Malfoy, pretending they were best friends and that she despised Harry. It tore him up inside, though Harry never led on how much it hurt.
Harry was with Ron that night when they saw a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor Common Room, which made them groan. Flying lessons would be starting that week, and Gryffindor would be learning with Slytherin. Harry had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else, however, it quite lost its appeal when he learnt that he would most probably make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy and Caprice. Caprice would have to laugh at him if he fell off.
At breakfast the morning before their first flying lesson, Hermione Granger was interrupted in her lectures on flying tips by the owl post. An owl flew above Neville Longbottom, dropping a small brown box down to him. Neville tried to look cool by catching the box, however, he promptly missed, and the box donked him on the head.
Upon opening the box, Neville squeaked excitedly. A few surrounding Gryffindors peered over to see what he had received. A small glass ball the size of a large marble was filled with silvery smoke.
'It's a Remembrall!' Neville exclaimed. 'Gran knows I forget things, and if you have forgotten something, the smoke turns red,' his face dropped, 'like that.' The smoke had turned a scarlet colour. 'Trouble is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.' Neville complained.
~***~
At three thirty that afternoon, Harry along with Ron and the other Gryffindors were gathered along the Quidditch Pitch. The Slytherins lazily slouched along five minutes late for the lesson. Madam Hooch, the flying teacher, was not impressed with their lateness, but said nothing of the sort.
Each first year positioned themselves next to a broomstick. There were twenty school brooms lying on the ground, and twenty students to occupy the brooms. Harry had remembered Fred and George complaining about the school brooms, how some vibrated if you flew too high, and some always flew slightly to the left.
'Good afternoon class, and welcome to your first flying lesson. Now, stick your right hand over your broom and say "Up".'
'Up!' Everyone shouted. Harry's broom lept to his hand, but his was one of the few which did. Draco Malfoy's broom was sitting smugly in his hand, and so was Caprice's. Caprice smiled smugly. Everyone else seemed to be having trouble. Hermione's broom simply rolled over, and she was getting quite frustrated with it.
Before long, Neville had managed to take off, lose control of his broom, and break his arm. Madam Hooch rushed over to the mangy boy.
'Come on boy, let's get you to the hospital wing,' Madam Hooch muttered, she then added in a louder voice, 'if one broom leaves the ground while I am taking Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing, the person riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch.' She then stalked off with Neville, who was wimpering slightly.
Malfoy, Caprice and their Slytherin friends burst out laughing as soon as Madam Hooch and Neville were out of sight.
'Did you see his face, the great lump!' Malfoy jeered.
'Shut up Malfoy,' snapped Parvati Patil.
'Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?' said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. 'I never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati.'
'Look!' said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something from the grass, 'it's that stupid Remembrall.' The Remembrall glittered in the sun as Malfoy held it up.
Malfoy tossed the Remembrall to Caprice, who caught it.
'Give it here, Caprice.' Harry said quietly. Caprice looked between Harry and Malfoy.
'Jenkins,' Malfoy said, warningly. Caprice looked scared for a split second, however, she mounted her broom and kicked off.
'I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, like up in a tree.' Caprice smiled gleefully. She flew higher, 'Come get it Potter.'
Harry snatched up his broom, but Hermione grabbed his arm.
'No Harry! You heard Madam Hooch, you'll get us all in trouble!'
Harry ignored her and mounted his broom, trailing Caprice. In a rush of fierce joy, Harry realised he'd found something he could do without being taught - this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled the broomstick up a little bit to fly higher after Caprice. Harry heard screams and gasps from the ground below, and an admiring whoop from Ron.
Harry caught up to Caprice. By this time they were way out of earshot from the students on the ground.
'Caprice, what are you playing at?' Harry asked. 'Just give me the Remembrall.'
'I can't just give it to you, can you catch?'
'Can I - what? No Caprice, don't even think about it!'
'Go Harry, now!' Caprice raised her arm back, and hurled the Remembrall as far as she could. She then streaked back to the ground to join her friends.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up into the air and then start to fall. He leant forward and pointed his broom handle down - the next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing for the ball - wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - he stretched out his hand, and a foot from the ground, he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight. Harry toppled gently on to the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his hand.
'HARRY POTTER!'
Harry's heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Caprice looked like she had just lost a million dollars. Professor McGonagall was running towards them. Harry got to his feet, and Caprice stepped forward to explain, but Malfoy jerked her back.
'Never - in all my time at Hogwarts -' Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, '- how dare you - you might have broken your neck -'
'It wasn't his fault, Professor -'
'Be quiet, Miss Patil -'
'But Jenkins here -'
'That's enough Mr Weasley! Potter, follow me now.'
Harry caught sight of Caprice as he was following the angry Professor. She looked like she'd just killed her cat. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were laughing their heads off, too busy to notice the look on Caprice's face.
Harry followed Professor McGonagall until they reached the charms classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.
'Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment please?'
A burly fifth year boy stepped out of the classroom into the corridor.
'Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood - I've found you a Seeker.' Wood's expression turned from puzzled to delight.
'Are you serious Professor?'
'Absolutely,' said Professor McGonagall. 'The boy's a natural, was that your first time on a broomstick Potter?' Harry nodded, he didn't have a clue what was going on, but it seemed he wasn't being expelled.
'He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive.' Professor McGonagall told Wood. 'Didn't even scratch himself, Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it.' Wood was now looking like all his dreams were coming true.
~***~
'You're joking? Seeker? You must be the youngest Seeker in -'
'A Century.' Hermione interrupted and pushed inbetween Ron and Harry. Both boys looked slightly uncomfortable.
'Yes?' Ron said rudely.
'I was just informing you.' Hermione huffed and walked off, clearly upset.
Everyone was eating dinner peacefully until something unexpected happened. Professor Quirrell burst through the doors of the Great Hall.
'Troll!' He yelled. 'Troll in the dungeons! Just thought you ought to know.' Quirrell's eyes rolled back and he fainted, out cold on the floor.
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~* We all know what happens next, lol, but do we? I'm going to change some events of the next chapter, just to make it a little more interesting! It will slightly move off the book storyline, and have more to do with Caprice, but the main storyline will stay the same. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hey guys, I'm back from Hervey Bay, it was pretty boring, but anyway! Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. I'm trying to keep the characters acting eleven, in most fictions I read the characters either act too young or too old for their "set age", so that would be why Caprice and Harry are so "immature" about certain things. Just thought I'd clear that up. Oh and another thing which hasn't come up, but I thought I'd better mention it anyway, Caprice is NOT a Mary-Sue. She has glasses, and I never portrayed her as "beautiful" and vain. *~
Chapter 10 ~ Flying
Harry had never thought he'd find a boy whom he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he had met Draco Malfoy. Every time they crossed paths, Caprice was with Malfoy, pretending they were best friends and that she despised Harry. It tore him up inside, though Harry never led on how much it hurt.
Harry was with Ron that night when they saw a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor Common Room, which made them groan. Flying lessons would be starting that week, and Gryffindor would be learning with Slytherin. Harry had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else, however, it quite lost its appeal when he learnt that he would most probably make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy and Caprice. Caprice would have to laugh at him if he fell off.
At breakfast the morning before their first flying lesson, Hermione Granger was interrupted in her lectures on flying tips by the owl post. An owl flew above Neville Longbottom, dropping a small brown box down to him. Neville tried to look cool by catching the box, however, he promptly missed, and the box donked him on the head.
Upon opening the box, Neville squeaked excitedly. A few surrounding Gryffindors peered over to see what he had received. A small glass ball the size of a large marble was filled with silvery smoke.
'It's a Remembrall!' Neville exclaimed. 'Gran knows I forget things, and if you have forgotten something, the smoke turns red,' his face dropped, 'like that.' The smoke had turned a scarlet colour. 'Trouble is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.' Neville complained.
~***~
At three thirty that afternoon, Harry along with Ron and the other Gryffindors were gathered along the Quidditch Pitch. The Slytherins lazily slouched along five minutes late for the lesson. Madam Hooch, the flying teacher, was not impressed with their lateness, but said nothing of the sort.
Each first year positioned themselves next to a broomstick. There were twenty school brooms lying on the ground, and twenty students to occupy the brooms. Harry had remembered Fred and George complaining about the school brooms, how some vibrated if you flew too high, and some always flew slightly to the left.
'Good afternoon class, and welcome to your first flying lesson. Now, stick your right hand over your broom and say "Up".'
'Up!' Everyone shouted. Harry's broom lept to his hand, but his was one of the few which did. Draco Malfoy's broom was sitting smugly in his hand, and so was Caprice's. Caprice smiled smugly. Everyone else seemed to be having trouble. Hermione's broom simply rolled over, and she was getting quite frustrated with it.
Before long, Neville had managed to take off, lose control of his broom, and break his arm. Madam Hooch rushed over to the mangy boy.
'Come on boy, let's get you to the hospital wing,' Madam Hooch muttered, she then added in a louder voice, 'if one broom leaves the ground while I am taking Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing, the person riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch.' She then stalked off with Neville, who was wimpering slightly.
Malfoy, Caprice and their Slytherin friends burst out laughing as soon as Madam Hooch and Neville were out of sight.
'Did you see his face, the great lump!' Malfoy jeered.
'Shut up Malfoy,' snapped Parvati Patil.
'Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?' said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. 'I never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati.'
'Look!' said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something from the grass, 'it's that stupid Remembrall.' The Remembrall glittered in the sun as Malfoy held it up.
Malfoy tossed the Remembrall to Caprice, who caught it.
'Give it here, Caprice.' Harry said quietly. Caprice looked between Harry and Malfoy.
'Jenkins,' Malfoy said, warningly. Caprice looked scared for a split second, however, she mounted her broom and kicked off.
'I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, like up in a tree.' Caprice smiled gleefully. She flew higher, 'Come get it Potter.'
Harry snatched up his broom, but Hermione grabbed his arm.
'No Harry! You heard Madam Hooch, you'll get us all in trouble!'
Harry ignored her and mounted his broom, trailing Caprice. In a rush of fierce joy, Harry realised he'd found something he could do without being taught - this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled the broomstick up a little bit to fly higher after Caprice. Harry heard screams and gasps from the ground below, and an admiring whoop from Ron.
Harry caught up to Caprice. By this time they were way out of earshot from the students on the ground.
'Caprice, what are you playing at?' Harry asked. 'Just give me the Remembrall.'
'I can't just give it to you, can you catch?'
'Can I - what? No Caprice, don't even think about it!'
'Go Harry, now!' Caprice raised her arm back, and hurled the Remembrall as far as she could. She then streaked back to the ground to join her friends.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up into the air and then start to fall. He leant forward and pointed his broom handle down - the next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing for the ball - wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - he stretched out his hand, and a foot from the ground, he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight. Harry toppled gently on to the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his hand.
'HARRY POTTER!'
Harry's heart sank faster than he'd just dived. Caprice looked like she had just lost a million dollars. Professor McGonagall was running towards them. Harry got to his feet, and Caprice stepped forward to explain, but Malfoy jerked her back.
'Never - in all my time at Hogwarts -' Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, '- how dare you - you might have broken your neck -'
'It wasn't his fault, Professor -'
'Be quiet, Miss Patil -'
'But Jenkins here -'
'That's enough Mr Weasley! Potter, follow me now.'
Harry caught sight of Caprice as he was following the angry Professor. She looked like she'd just killed her cat. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were laughing their heads off, too busy to notice the look on Caprice's face.
Harry followed Professor McGonagall until they reached the charms classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.
'Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment please?'
A burly fifth year boy stepped out of the classroom into the corridor.
'Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood - I've found you a Seeker.' Wood's expression turned from puzzled to delight.
'Are you serious Professor?'
'Absolutely,' said Professor McGonagall. 'The boy's a natural, was that your first time on a broomstick Potter?' Harry nodded, he didn't have a clue what was going on, but it seemed he wasn't being expelled.
'He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive.' Professor McGonagall told Wood. 'Didn't even scratch himself, Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it.' Wood was now looking like all his dreams were coming true.
~***~
'You're joking? Seeker? You must be the youngest Seeker in -'
'A Century.' Hermione interrupted and pushed inbetween Ron and Harry. Both boys looked slightly uncomfortable.
'Yes?' Ron said rudely.
'I was just informing you.' Hermione huffed and walked off, clearly upset.
Everyone was eating dinner peacefully until something unexpected happened. Professor Quirrell burst through the doors of the Great Hall.
'Troll!' He yelled. 'Troll in the dungeons! Just thought you ought to know.' Quirrell's eyes rolled back and he fainted, out cold on the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
~* We all know what happens next, lol, but do we? I'm going to change some events of the next chapter, just to make it a little more interesting! It will slightly move off the book storyline, and have more to do with Caprice, but the main storyline will stay the same. *~
~Gryffindor Gal~