Well, I guess I should be used to no reviews by now. Sigh. Here's chapter 11. I guess I just like writing too much to take it off.

Professor McGonagall stood at the entrance to the Great Hall in an obvious state of perplexity and aggravation. She was unkept, tired, and faced with two seemingly impossible problems, one was getting the headmaster's wand off the ceiling and the other to get a confession out of the student responsible.

"I have informed the Minister of Magic as to the situation. He is here and helping as best he can, which is not much. I must impress on the person responsible the seriousness of what he or she has done. The entire school is in an uproar and no doubt the Daily Prophet will somehow get word of it. This is absolutely embarrassing to the school and especially the headmaster. This whole affair is terrible, a hassle, and a dreadful bother to all involved. It is also insufferable and it may prove impossible to retrieve the Headmaster's wand!" She began muttering to herself, "Duct tape, who on earth would use duct tape!" She stood in thought and indecision for a moment before speaking again. "I suppose you can go to your second period classes. We mustn't let this interfere too much with our daily life." There was a tense moment when everyone in the hall remained seated, still somewhat undecided as what to do. "Go on, out!" McGonagall shouted, waving her arms like a confused windmill.

A shuffling of books and papers replaced the uncomfortable silence at once. I shoved mine and Ann's notes and my potions book back into my bag. The overlapping screeching as chairs were pushed away from the tables filled the hall. There was a gigantic rush as everyone took the same main passages to their classes. The first year Slytherins and Griffindors took the main doors out to the grounds and to our first lesson in flying broomsticks.

"Mom, did you really fly on a broomstick like those cartoon witches?" the little daughter interrupted.

"Yes, dear, I did. It was the most wonderful feeling." the mother replied, reminiscing slightly. "You'll get to fly too. But before you bombard me with more questions," she said, holding up a finger as the girl opened her mouth to speak, then closed it quickly, "let me tell you about my first experience."

I was very exited, I had never imagined such a thing truly existed in places other than old story books and the Wizard of Oz. I followed the rest of the class, hoping they had some idea where they were going. We all walked around the castle to a field near the quiditch pitch. Waiting for us was two lines of old-looking brooms and a woman who looked like she had to be the teacher. She had harsh yellow eyes, spoke in a snapping way, had cropped short greyish hair, and reminded me of a hawk at first glance. She was wearing grey robes open in the front with a black layer under it, reminding me of a referee, especially with a small silver whistle dangling from her neck on a thin chain.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. My name is Madam Hootch. Now, everyone step up to your broom on the right side. Good, now put your right hand over the broom and say 'up'." she commanded.

There was a chorus of "up"s as everyone tried to make their broom fly into their hand. Harry and Malfoy succeeded on the first try, but most everyone's didn't work. Mine worked on about the fifth try.

"With feeling!" Madam Hootch shouted. A few more brooms flew into the air. Hermy's, to my satisfaction, just rolled around on the ground.

"Now we'll try mounting them." she comanded, once most had their brooms handy. "Swing your right leg over the broom. When I blow my whistle, kick the ground sharply with your heels. Rise up a few feet, then lean slightly forward and touch back down. Ready?"

By this time all the brooms were up off the ground with riders on each of them. Malfoy looked this was nothing more than a walk in park, something everyday, no big deal. Others were not quite so calm. A few looked eager to get off the ground and didn't want to have to wait to long. Some students appeared nervous about flying, and would much rather prefer to stay on the nice hard solid ground. I was one of the eager ones. Flying was very new to me, I had only been on one plane trip that I could remember, when we moved to England last year. Nevil Longbottom looked terrified about the whole ordeal. The next event proved it.

Just as Madam Hootch touched the whistle to her lips, not even making a sound yet, and he began to rise off the ground. It wasn't long before his broom was out of control, spiraling and barrel-rolling all over the grounds. The class was in an uproar, looking this way and that following the figure of the screaming boy, as though they were watching a tennis match. In a short time, although it must have felt like ages to Nevil, the broom hit one of the castle walls, knocking him off and sending him falling about twenty feet to the ground. He landed on his wrist and there was a sickening crunching cracking sound as his weight came down on it. Everyone ran to him, some out of interest rather than concern.

Madam Hootch lifted him up gingerly, confirming that his wrist was broken. She announced that she would be taking Nevil to the Hospital Wing and that:

"Any person who is caught flying will be out of Hogwarts before they can say 'quiditch'."

"And let me guess," interrupted the girl, "someone started flying."

"Now, don't ruin the surprise." the narrator answered, putting a finger to her lips in the universal symbol for silence.

Nevil walked with Madam Hootch away from the field cradling his arm carefully.

Malfoy, unscathed and unaffected by the incident, stooped carelessly to pick up some odd sphere with grey smoke swirling around in it. I turned my attention to him because trouble seemed to always travel in his wake. He was always one for snide comments.

"Look, the great oaf dropped his Rememberall. Maybe if he had given this thing a squeeze he would have remembered to fall on his fat arse." A few Slytherins chuckled slightly.

"Give it here Malfoy." Harry demanded, walking up to confront Malfoy fearlessly. He seemed like a good honest kid, if you like that kind of a guy. Malfoy tauntingly threw the small orb up in the air and caught it again with one hand, the other still holding his broom.

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." he said, mounting his broom and kicking off. "How about the tallest tree in the Forbidden Forest?" Every head was turned upward as Malfoy flew up away from the group.

"What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?" He called, tossing up and catching the smoke-filled ball again. Harry rashly grabbed for his broom and made to mount it, but his arm was caught by Hermy.

"Harry, no way. You'll get expelled!" Harry jerked his arm away and flew off to confront Malfoy up in the air. "What an idiot." She said to herself as her eyes followed Harry's progress through the air. For his first time flying he was a real natural at it. Effortlessly, he flew up so he was eye to eye with Malfoy.

"Give it to me or I'll nock you off your broom!" Harry threatened. Malfoy only looked skeptically in return. Just to show him he meant business, Harry made a fake lunge just past Malfoy. On the ground some girls gasped in surprise.

Then Harry said something to Malfoy that I couldn't quite hear, they were up at such a high altitude. Whatever he said, it made the snob look a bit more nervous. Malfoy said something undistinguishable in reply and threw the ball behind him. Quickly he dove to the ground as not to be spotted. Harry went into a similar but far more steep dive after the Rememberall. He got closer and closer to the ground, slowly catching up the flying orb. He was ten feet from the ground and wasn't slowing down at all. Five feet and still falling, faster. Everyone was holding their breath, myself included. He looked like he was going to crash face-first into the ground at full speed, but he stopped the dive a split second before he would have hit and jumped off the broom, clutching the Rememberall in his upheld hand.

As he ran towards the group, everyone except Malfoy and his body guards were cheering, myself included. I had never seen someone handle a broom like that, especially on his first go. Harry was getting an unnumberable amount of high-fives and pats on the back. Common comments were "Great job, Harry!" and "Wow, that was wicked Harry!". It was a time of celebration until it was interrupted by a stern voice and a presence that had been overlooked by all.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall called. She walked across the grounds briskly. She was more refreshed, her hair properly up with her face set in her usual stern look. "Follow me." she commanded. Dismally, Harry followed, looking intently at his shoes.

Everyone assumed the worst.

"Was Harry expelled?" her daughter asked, eyes wide in surprise.

"You should know the answer to that question." the mother answered, pushing a piece of brown hair behind her ear before continuing.

"He's going to get expelled for sure." said Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin I had taken a distinct dislike towards. She always followed Malfoy, agreeing with every idea and thought he ever had.

"No he won't! Well, maybe." said a Griffindor boy.

"McGonagall saw him flying and you heard Madam Hootch. He should have stayed on the ground when I warned him." said Hermy.

"I don't care what happens to that saint Potter. If I never see him again, it'll be too soon." retorted Malfoy maliciously.

"Don't make fun of Potter! That's my job!" I argued. I wasn't used to defending people, but I felt the sudden urge to support Harry. Like I said, Malfoy doesn't make fun of people. That's my job.

"What?" Malfoy replied, looking at me stunned.

"You heard me, don't bash Potter."

"Make me." he answered, snidely. God, I hate when people make responses I would.

"THAT'S IT!" I whipped out my want and pointed it at Malfoy's neck threateningly.

"No!" Ann shouted and tried in vain to lower my arm. "He's not worth it!"

"Worth what?" I growled. I slowly advanced on Malfoy, dangerously poking my wand into his Adams apple. He backed away into a wall. Now was my chance. I poked his neck again, using my wand like a knife. Everyone was giving us distance, even his cronies, and every person could feel the tension. Slowly I lowered my wand and he relaxed under a false sense of security. I kicked him where it hurts, really hard.

He fell over in pain, rolling helplessly on the ground. I burst out laughing, he looked hilarious. Almost everyone else was laughing at Malfoy. He was curled up in the fetal position, moaning in agony. Point and laugh, that's right. Point and laugh. You deserve this humiliation. Crabb and Goyle went to help him up. With support, he was barely able to stand, with his thighs still glued together. He chanced a glare at me. I just waved cheerily back, positively grinning with satisfaction. His bodyguards brought him over to another part of the field where he could recover.

The laughter slowly died out. Small talk ensued and everyone was bored again. Once able to walk again, Malfoy returned to the group. Some people still sniggered at the sight of him.

"That was so funny the way you set it up," Ann remarked.

"He deserved it too," I agreed.

"So what's going to happen with you and Peeves tonight," she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"He'll help me set up something," I replied.

"Come on, won't you tell me what's up," she whined.

"Was the last surprise good?" I protested.

"Yes," she agreed with a defeated tone.

"Exactly," I said, trying to close the matter.

"But last time you gave me a hint, didn't you," she persisted.

"Well, yes but," I resisted.

"But nothing,"Ann interrupted. "Tell me at least who's going to get the end of it."

"Fine, fine," I relented, pausing for effect. After a moment, she egged me on.

"Well, who!"

Looking around first, I whispered in her ear, "Potter."

"What!" she yelped in surprise. "After,"

"Shhh!" I shushed her.

She began again in a whisper, "After you just stood up for him like that?"

"Hey," I answered defensively, "I didn't stand up for Potter. I just told off Malfoy for picking on him."

"You stood up for him, Jen. Admit it!" she coaxed.

"No! I did notstand up for Potter!" I yelled.

Whoops, that was too loud. Everyone heard me, making the grounds go suddenly quiet. Not even a bird chirping was to be heard. I'm never going to live this down, am I, I thought dejectedly.