Chapter 3

It had been seven days since Peter had stepped through the portal. He had taken many classes of which his favorites were Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Divination. All he needed now were Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.

"'ello all yeh. This lesson, we'll be learnin' abou' Hippogriffs. This one is Tailswallow", said the downstraught Hagrid. Wow, Peter thought, Malfoy must've already pissed one of them off. Peter walked right up to one of the Hippogriffs, got on one knee, and stared right into it's eyes. "NO! WHAT'RE YEH DOIN'!", screamed Hagrid, his skin going whiter than a ghost Peter said nothing but bowed his head and waited. To everyone's suprise, the creature did not attack, but bowed only a minute later. "Wow Peter! You've got guts!", exclaimed Ernie Mcmillian. "Yeah! You didn't even have to be told how to do it either!", praised Padma Patil.

"He'll probably let yeh ride him now, Peter.", said a beaming Hagrid, color returning to his almost blood-drained face. Peter approached Tailswallow with caution and mounted him. Tailswallow kicked off the ground and Peter soared into the air, still on Tailswallow's back of course. Cho stared in amazement at how fast the muggle boy was fitting into the school. She snapped out of it when Cedric put his hand on her shoulder. Peter landed just as the bell rang.

Quidditch tryouts were taking place today, and Ravenclaw needed a new Chaser. Peter walked onto the field and immediately saw a big, black ball shoot right at him. "Woah!", he screamed as he pulled a matrix dodge, making it look like it hit him. "Oh my god!", yelped Cho and Roger and they descended toward him. Towering over him, Peter saw Cho and Roger checking for wounds. "I'm fine. 's nothing. Didn't even touch me.", Peter said getting up.

"Dammit Peter!", yelled Roger, snatching a beater's bat and chasing him with it. "What the hell is going on here!", Madam Hooch cried when she walked onto the field. Peter stopped running and Roger struck him over the head with the bat. "Detention Roger. You are not only not a beater, but you know very well that Quidditch equipment may not be used as weapons!", she scolded, taking the bat from him.

"Anyways, welcome participants of the tryouts.", Madam Hooch announced, "First on the list is Albert Algwoth." The first year tried his best, and even though he dropped the quaffle a few times and missed three goals, his performance was exceptional. For some reason, Peter felt a sinking feeling in his chest. Then he remembered that he had never flown a broom before. Oh boy, Peter thought, I'm in for it.

Audition after audition, Peter got more and more nervous. Everyone had done so well but they had all ridden brooms before. Every audition canceled out the one before it and finally Peter was the only one who hadn't tried out. "Okay tryouts are over!", said Madam Hooch. "But Madam Hooch, Peter hasn't tried out yet!", Cho cried. "Great thanks a lot Cho! Now I have to have another ten minutes of a broomstick riding up my... nevermind!", Roger screamed from ten feet up. "Fine then, Peter let's have it.", Madam Hooch said, taking her quill back out.

"Cho may I borrow your broom?", asked Peter. Cho handed it to him and whispered, "Good luck." He mounted it and kicked off the ground and easily rose to where Roger was waiting. Roger threw the Quaffle to Peter and went to defend the hoops. Flying to the other side of the pitch, Peter held onto the broom for dear life, so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Peter what are you waiting for!", Roger screamed. Peter kicked it into throttle and threw the Quaffle so hard it slipped through Roger's hands. He quickly maneuvered his broom to the other side of the rings and kicked it back through. Peter repeated this until Roger caught it. By that time, Peter scored one-hundred fifty points. After landing, Peter gave back the broom, walked up to the common room and collapsed in a chair. "Wow Peter. You really wore me out.", Roger said, collapsing into the chair opposite of him. "Yeah well, you've at least flown before, and I'm afraid of heights. Ha!", he replied. "What?", Cho and Roger exclaimed with shock.

"Never flown before?"

"Afraid of heights?"

"I'm a muggle! What would you expect?", Peter weakly defended.

"At least not to be afraid of heights!", Roger cried.

"Oh come off it!", Peter said getting up and going into the boy's dorm.