Hermonie and Ron tried very hard not to bicker in front of Harry, which he was very thankful for. He had seen that horrible boy Draco a couple of times, but no words had been said. Harry was glad that he wasn't in the Slytherin house. The three friends walked down to the Quidditch Pitch for their very first flying lessons. Unfortuantely it was scheduled with the Slytherins. Harry sighed and hoped that he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of his friends and his enemies. He just wasn't sure he could handle it right now.

He walked swiftly down the Pitch and stood in between Hermonie and Ron and waited for the class to begin. A woman with cat like eyes walked forward and smiled. She wore a shorter cloak then the other teachers and her hair was silver and cropped short near her head.

"Welcome to Flying Class. I am your teacher Professor Hover A/N: There might be a change of names, such as the Professor's, due to my Alternate Past and Alternate Universe. Hope you guys like it!. Today we will learn the basics of flying. Now, each of your come up to the side of a broom, put your hand out, and yell up. Confident now or it won't come to you. The brooms know your fear. Come now, let's get started."

Harry looked over at Ron and took a deep breath. He looked down at the broom which lay upon the ground, put his hand out, and said "UP!" Instantly the broom stick was in his hand before everyone else.

"Wow!" Ron breathed in amazement before trying to retrieve his broom. He yelled up and was smacked in the face with the broom stick. Harry laughed wholeheartedly, glad that that hadn't happened to him.

"Shut up Harry," Ron demanded as he tried once again, successful this time. Harry looked over at Hermonie to see if she was getting any where with it. Much to his and Ron's surprise she was having quite the difficult time.

"Don't fear it 'Mione," Harry whispered softly. She nodded and took a deep breath before attempting once again. It flew into her hand and a smile broke out upon her face.

"Good you've all gotten your brooms. Next I want you to put a leg over the broom stick and kick off from the ground hard, hover, and then glide back down to the ground. On my whistle then. Three, Two...." she started, but was interrupted when a young boy with dark brown hair flew through the air and around the castle in weird zig zag motions before falling face first back in front of her. She dropped to her knees and checked the young man out.

"Oh, a broken wrist! We need to get you to the hospital wing. Now, if anyone gets on their brooms they will be expelled sooner then you can say Quidditch," Professor said as she walked the boy across the yard and up into the castle.