Chapter Eight
Lily hung in the air on her broom nervously as Madam Hooch came closer in her direction with ten, small, red balls. She looked up at Lily, as did everyone else. Madam Hooch smiled then said, "Are you ready?" Lily nodded slightly, now feeling what are father had to go through.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle and began to throw the balls in different directions around Lily. The first one she saw was sailing threw the air to the wall of the castle. She turned the broom around and flew toward it. The air rushed through her hair and she wanted to yell for joy. It was the greatest thing even. She had never flown before and the experience was exhilarating.
She caught the first five. Madam Hooch waited until she had five then threw the other five but with more force this time. Lily caught the first four but the last one was falling faster than she could fly. She hesitated as she looked down at the ground. Alex was standing right underneath where the ball was going to land.
Lily took in a large breath of air and went into a nose dive to the ground. She sped down coming closer to the ball, not to mention Alex's head. An inch before the ball landed on Alex, Lily grabbed it and pulled up to land on the ground. She fell onto her back with the last ball in her hand.
Everyone crowed around her. She laid there not being able to believe what she had just done. The students around her were all laughing and applauding her. Madam Hooch made a part in the circle and kneeled next to Lily.
"Are you alright?" She then saw the red ball in her right hand. She smiled and took it out of her hand. Lily sat up.
"So how did I do?" She looked up at Madam Hooch, who again smiled.
"You caught all five. Even the last one which I was controlling with my wand." Lily stood up and faced Hooch.
"You didn't do that with anyone else." Hooch laughed lightly.
"You're the daughter of Mr. Potter. I just wanted to see if the talent ran in your blood too. And apparently, it does." She smiled and walked away as Erica and John crowed around Lily.
That night the three friends sat in the Great Hall to eat dinner and talked about Flying Lessons that day.
"That was really great Lily. I wonder if they would let you on the House Team?" Erica said as Lily sat down next to her.
John stared at Erica, wide eyed. "Of course they would, and they will. They have to. Your great, just like your father." Lily looked across the table at him.
"So what's your talent? Do you make a good ferret?" Erica and the other first years roared in laughter around them. John hid his head in his arm.
"S' not my fault." He muffled to them. Lily stopped and sipped her pumpkin juice as an owl landed in front of her with a letter.
Lily took the letter and petted the snowy owl. "What's this Hedwig?" Hedwig hooted and took off, almost spilling her juice.
It was a letter from her father. She broke the seal and read it over. "No way." She said excitedly. Erica looked at the paper from the side. "What is it?"
It happened to be a letter of congrats, for making the House Team. John read through it too after Lily and Erica.
Dear Lily,
I have just gotten news that you have made seeker on the Gryffindor House Team. Congratulations. I'm very proud of you, for both making Gryffindor and the House Team. You will love quidditch. I also hear you have made friends with your cousin. I'm glad you're making friends. I have also heard that Draco Malfoy's son is there this year. I'm not sure what he is like and I'm sure he will be in Slytherin but I want you to avoid him. He's going to be trouble just like his father. Well please write back soon. Your mother and I will be waiting for your letter.
Love,
Your Father
John handed it back to Lily after reading it and looked either purple or very red in the face. Lily folded the letter and put it in her robes. "Forget it John. He doesn't know you. You're not like your father." John nodded as another owl flew onto the table in front of Lily.
This owl was carrying a small note. It was from the Headmistress. Telling her about being excepted onto the Gryffindor House Team and that she had permission to buy a new broom.
Lily smiled. She really was her father's daughter. Her thoughts were interrupted again by a brown barn owl with a ripped piece of parchment. "What's this one?" Erica asked.
Lily looked up from the note. "It's from Hagrid. He would like to have tea tomorrow afternoon at lunch." Erica read through the short note. "Great! I've heard too many stories about him to not get to know him." John smiled slightly. But would he warm up to him as he did with Lily and Erica's parents?