Life's Many Challenges

Authors Note: This story and the ones following will be the general plot to the books/movies but not directly.

Chapter 5 - Quidditch

"Good morning class."

"Good morning Madam Hooch."

The sun shine was bright over Hogwarts grounds and the first year Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were outside for their first flying lesson. Some of the kids, expecially those from tight-nit wizarding families, knew had to fly already. Harry had been waiting to fly ever since he arrived at Hogwarts and he saw the look on Hermione's face when she realized flying wasn't something you could learn from a book.

"Now then stand up next to your broom. Come now come now step lively." She waited while her students picked out a broom and stood next to it. "Good, now put your right hand over the broom and say 'up.'"

"Up!"

Few of the students got the broom in one try, Harry being one of them and also Draco Malfoy. Looking around he saw Ron having problems with it as was Hermione whose broom was just rolling around on the ground. A moment later Ron's flew up and hit him in the face.

"Okay now does everyone have their broom. Good. Now, mount it and on my whistle kick off from the ground and then lean forward and touch back down. Ready? One, two, Mr. Longbottom!"

Everyone watched as Neville was a little too anxious and kicked off before anyone else. He also had no idea how to fly on a broomstick.

"HELP!"

Neville's broom went crazy and he flew around the grounds screaming before his robe got caught on a statue and he fell onto the ground.

"Everyone move!" Madam Hooch said as she ran over to where Neville had fallen. "Now dear, let me see. Oh dear, looks like it's broken. Everyone is to stay on the gound, and if I see one broom in the air that person will be expelled sooner than you can say quidditch."

Harry watched as Madam Hooch took Neville to the Hospital Wing so Madam Pompfry could mend his wrist.

"Hey look! It's Neville's remembrall. Maybe if he would have been holding it, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass."

Harry was tired of Draco's insults and took a step forward.

"Give it here Malfoy."

Draco gave a look of disgust before turning sharply to look at Harry. "No. I think I'll put it somewhere where Neville can't find it. Like up a tree." And with that Draco kicked off and started to fly in the air. Harry mounted his broom and followed after him. The look of surprise on Draco's face told Harry he wasn't expecting him to fly after him.

"Give it to me Draco or I'll knock you off your broom."

"Go fetch, Potter." He said and threw the ball as hard as he could toward the castle. Harry leaned forward on his broom and shot like a bullet right for the castle, and Professor McGonagall's office window.

The wind stung his face and Harry's heart stopped momentarily right before he caught the ball, inches before slamming into the window.

McGonagall saw this and took her glasses off before heading down to the field.

Harry was greeted with praise and congradulations as he landed. Everyone saw his amazing dive and catch.

"Mr.Potter. Come with me."

TBC

I know this is very short and cut short but I'm going to be starting college monday and I will only be able to update, once, maybe twice a week. Keep the reviews coming.