(A/N: I am SOOOO sorry that I haven't updated. Life has become chaotic. I shall try harder. And now onward!)

Harry, Hermonie, and Ron watched as the boy was taken away. A cruel laugh spun them around.

"He may be a pure blood, but he is nothing but dirt. Hm... I wonder if he gave this ball a squeeze he would have remembered to hold on. Stupid oaf," Draco laughed as he tossed the Remembral up and down, catching it with ease.

"Give that back," Harry warned, seething angrily. Draco looked at him and glared.

"What are you going to do about it, Potter?" He asked him, daring him to move. He grabbed his broom stick and stepped on.

"I think I'll put it somewhere for Longbottom to find. Perhaps up a tree?" He taunted as he zoomed. Harry grabbed his broom stick and swung a leg around it.

"Don't do it Harry. You'll get expelled!" Hermonie warned, but he wasn't listening. The only thing in Harry's mind was making that horrible boy to pay. In many ways Draco reminded Harry of Dudley and he wasn't going to be bullied any longer by either of them. He pushed off the ground hard and followed Draco at a neck breaking speed. He caught up to Draco, grabbed his broom, and yanked it.

"What are you doing!" Draco screamed in alarm.

"Giving you what you deserve!" Harry yelled back as he yanked the broom harder.

"You'll pay for this Potter."

"That's what you think, Malfoy."

The struggle intensified as Harry started doing manuevers he should not have known how to do. He let go of his broom, grabbed the ball, let Draco go, and zoomed back to the ground. Draco landed several feet behind him. He whipped out his wand.

"BEHIND YOU!" Ron yelled as he whipped out his own wand.

"Potter! Weasly! Malfoy! What are you three doing?" A sharp female voice asked. They turned to see Professor McGonagall standing in the yard, hands upon her hips.

"Malfoy was..." She raised her hand.

"Since Mr. Weasly. Mr. Malfoy you have detention for six weeks with me. See me this evening for your first. Mr. Potter come with me please." Draco glared at Harry. Harry handed his broom to Ron and followed behind her.

Harry couldn't stand the silence. He would have much rather have had her yelling at him in front of the entire school then not talk to him. Her silence was like an army of knives. He followed her through the hallway until she stopped in front of one of the doors, knocked, then opened it.

"Professor Flick may I please borrow Wood for a moment?" An affirmative reply was made. She stepped back into the hallway.

Wood? What is that? Some sort of whip? Harry wondered, but he didn't have to wonder long. A tall boy with light brown hair and blue eyes came out of the room.

"Oliver I would like you to meet Harry Potter. He will be the new Gryffindor Seeker."