Excerpts with some new interpretations

by FairyPrincessofBurkinaFas

just a little something i noticed in my spare time (actually, the time that comes from lack of a social life). if you get it, good for you, we have the same seedy mind, if you don't, you'll be puzzling for a while. PG because anyone that shouldn't see i

2. That was some javelin

page 148-149

He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move - you'll get us all into trouble."

Harry ignored her. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him - and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he'd found something he coul do without being taught - this was easy, this was wonderful. He pulled his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and he heard screams and gasps from girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.

He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.

"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Oh yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.

Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot towards Malfoy like a javelin.