Authors note: Hey!
Another chapter for ya!
This chapter's longer than the others I've done so far, I know I've said that the chapters in this story will be shorter but I just got caught up in the story when writing this chapter and couldn't stop. Anyway, for the future, if I feel like it needs to be a long chapter then it will be and if I feel like it needs to be a shorter chapter then it will be. It's my choice, meh.
Idk what else to say so...
The Harry Potter universe belongs to J.k Rowling. Like last time; Have a good day and good time reading fanfiction, whether it's this one or not. But I do wonder why you're here if you're not reading this story. Maybe just to read this A.N? IDK! Stop assuming I know everything, I don't, okay!? Okay!? OKAY!? Okay thank you.
.*Sigh*. For next time you should really try to realise that I don't know everything. Thank you.
Now that we're happy again, Have a good day! :)
(It was a joke, to anyone who didn't realise. God, I'm not that mean, I've just got a weird sense of humour. *Sigh*
Sophie sat at breakfast watching Neville unwrap a parcel.
"It's a remembrall." He told her, "You hold it like this and if it turns red then it-oh." His face fell as the ball turned a scarlet red.
"You've forgotten something?" Sophie asked, Neville nodded.
Sophie glanced over at Hermione who was glaring at the cover of a library book, more specifically Quidditch Through The Ages, a book about quidditch.
"Books won't help with sport Hermione." Sophie nudged her.
"Of course they won't but that isn't stopping me from trying." Hermione said, not taking her eyes off the cover of the book.
"I think you're meant to open it and read it rather than staring at the cover." Sophie said.
"I was thinking that maybe if I stare at it for long enough it with disappear. With me. So I don't have to do Quidditch." Hermione admitted.
Sophie grinned, "I can try to make you disappear."
"No thank you." Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table and scoffed as she saw Malfoy explaining some stupid stunt he'd done on a broom before.
"We should get to get going." Neville said quickly, "Don't want to be late to class. Again. For the seventh time."
"Oh, please, teachers pretend to care when we're late, all they care about is getting paid." Sophie said, standing up all the same.
"I don't think that's how it works at Hogwarts." Hermione said placing the book in her bag.
At three thirty that afternoon the first year Gryffindors made their way onto their grounds for their flying lesson.
Once they arrived their teacher Madam Hooch came walking up to them.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Sophie hurried over to a broom and watched as Neville shakily stood next to one next to her.
"Stick your right hand over your broom and say, up!"
"UP!" Everyone shouted.
Sophie's broom shot straight up into her hand but it was one of few that did.
She looked around, Malfoy's broom was in his hand, as well as a Gryffindor girl named Patil, she also had her broom in hand.
To Sophies delight Harry's broom sprung up but instead of it going up to his hand it smacked him in the face before falling back down again.
The people who hadn't managed to get their brooms (which was more than half the class) picked up their brooms by hand looking disappointed.
Madam Hooch then taught them how to mount their brooms.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," Said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and come straight back down by leaning down slightly. On my whistle, three - two -" But Neville nervous, jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had even touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back boy!" She shouted, but Neville was rising higher and higher every second.
Sophie could see his terrified face as he looked down at the ground, they saw him gasp, slip sideways and - WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and poor Neville was lying face down on the grass in a heap.
Madam Hooch bent over Neville, "Come on boy - it's alright, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class, "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say, 'Quidditch'."
Madam Hooch walked off with Neville and once they were out of earshot Malfoy burst into laughter, "Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in.
"Body shaming now, are we?" Sophie asked cooly.
"Ooo, sticking up for Longbottom?" Said a Slytherin girl, Pansy Parkinson. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry babies, Potter."
"He's my friend." Sophie stated raising an eyebrow.
"Look!" Malfoy dashed towards the patch of grass where Neville had fallen. "It's Longbottom's remembrall." Malfoy smirked, "I'm not surprised he needs one." The other Slytherins burst into laughter.
"Give it back please." Sophie said simply.
Everyone stopped laughing and talking to listen.
Malfoy grinned nastily, "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect - how about - up a tree?"
"Please just give it back." Sophie sighed.
Malfoy smirked and leapt onto his broomstick. He flew up to the level of the top of the trees.
"Come and get it Potter!" He called down to Sophie.
"Yeah, Sophie, go get it." Harry smirked.
Everyone was surprised to see Sophie grab her broomstick and push off from the ground.
Malfoy looked impressed.
"Just give back, for merlins sake." She grumbled.
He grinned at her, "If you can catch it." He then threw the remembrall high into the air and zoomed back down to the grass with the rest of the class.
Sophie scowled and dove after the ball. She snatched it just before it hit the ground and pulled out of the dive.
She jumped off the broom and chucked it onto the floor.
"SOPHIA POTTER!" Professor McGonagall was rushing towards them. "Never in all my time at Hogwarts. How dare you - might have broken your neck!"
"To be fair, I've broken my neck before, not on purpose of course but my cousin likes Potter Hunting so it's not uncommon." Sophie shrugged.
"You're! - what?" McGonagall looked utterly confused.
"Potter Hunting, Dudley loves it." Sophie shrugged again.
"Well - follow me." McGonagall said sounding rather horrified.
Sophie followed after the professor back up to the castle.
As they were walking along a corridor Sophie heard McGonagall mutter something like, "That utterly, idiotic, old goat. I told him, I told him and now look what's happened." Sounding murderous.
They reached a classroom and McGonagall knocked on the door, "Sorry to interrupt, could borrow Wood for a moment?"
Sophie heard Professor Quirrell stutter a 'yes' and a tall fifth year exited the classroom.
"Follow me." McGonagall ordered the pair of them.
Wood looked curiously at Sophie as they followed McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall led them into an empty classroom and shut the door after making Peeves leave.
"Wood, I've found you a seeker." McGonagall stated.
"Are you serious Professor?" Wood asked excitedly.
"One hundred percent." McGonagall said a smile tugging at the edge of her lips.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."
"Ever seen a game of Quidditch?" Oliver asked eagerly.
"No, I wasn't allowed to watch sports on the tv at home let alone go to see them in person." Sophie stated matter of factly.
"What's a tv?" Oliver asked intrigued.
"That doesn't matter." McGonagall said, back to looking annoyed again, "I expect you to be doing well at practice or I might just punish you." McGonagall warned Sophie.
"Fair enough." Sophie shrugged.
At dinner Sophie explained how she would be the new Gryffindor seeker to her friends.
"That's so cool! And you didn't even get punished?" Hermione asked, excited for her friend.
"Not even a detention!" Sophie said happily.
"Potter!" Malfoy glared at her from the Slytherin table.
"What?" Sophie asked.
"How'd you get onto the team without even getting a detention? Did you wipe the teachers memories?" He sneered.
"Oh, Malfoy, if you wanted advice you should've said so." Sophie grinned.
"I'm not asking for advice," he snapped, "I'm asking how you did it."
"Just strut out there and own your shit, I don't know." Sophie shrugged.
"I'm-not-asking-for-advice." He said through gritted teeth.
"Oh that's sad." Sophie then turned back around to continue talking to Hermione.
"What d'you say to him?" Hermione asked.
"I told him to strut out there and own his shit." Sophie shrugged, again. "O-kay?" Hermione said uncertainly.