Harry was really fed up with his classes. He already knew everything they taught and it was starting to get boring. He had started practicing in the room of requirement. The history of magic classes were boring and he was fed up with Quirrel. But now, he and his gang was standing in the grounds for their first flying class. The Slytherins were lined up against Gryffindors. Their teacher, Madam Hooch arrived.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuckout at odd angles. He had already learnt to fly at Potter Castle. He had a nimbus 2000 and often flew around the castle grounds to let off some steam. "Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Daphne's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Tracey's hadn't moved at all, meanwhile Blaise got his in his third try.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.

"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 then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two" But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle — twelve feet — twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground he shot off the ground just about when Neville had slided off his broom and caught him with his hands. Harry slowly lowered Neville to the ground and jumped off his broom. He was immediately swarmed by the students along with Madam Hooch. "Are you okay?" she asked. Neville just nodded and she looked towards me. "That was an impressive flight Mr. Potter. 20 points to Slytherin for quick thinking"

The class continued and everything went normally.

The next day Harry was summoned to Professor Snape's office. The office in the dungeons near the common room. He walked towards it and knocked on the door.

" Enter " came a voice.

Harry entered the room. The office was a gloomy and dimly-lit room with shadowy walls lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with slimy, revolting things. "You wanted to meet me Professor?"

Snape was sitting at his desk which looked quite old. He did not have any emotions in his face. "Madam Hooch told me about the... stunt you pulled on the broom"

"And I'm being punished for it?" Harry asked with a puzzled expression.

"No actually. The Slytherin Quidditch team requires a new seeker for this year and I wanted you to try out for it. If you are accepted, you may bring a broom and play. I have already spoken to the Headmaster and he has agreed."

Harry was surprised. Making the quidditch team would improve his standing in his house. He just nodded.

"You may speak to Marcus Flint, the captain and he shall allow you into the try outs."

Harry was ecstatic. This is a great opportunity and he was not gonna let this pass."Okay professor" said Harry and sat there not realising that he was dismissed.

Snape just looked at him and Harry understood that he was dismissed. With a hint of red in his cheeks, Harry walked out of the office.

The try outs for the seeker position had been two days after that. The elves had brought his nimbus to him. There was only Harry and a fourth year, Terrence Higgs trying out. Harry had easily beaten him and secured his place as the seeker. Flint was amazed to see a first year pull the stunts that Harry did. He had dived and even shown a Wronski Feint. By the look on the teams face, he understood that they were surprised too. But Higgs wasn't impressed and gave him hateful looks. The first game was against Gryffindor and Flint was a big quidditch maniac. He wanted them to beat the lions and made a hard practice schedule. As weeks went by, the first game of the quidditch season had arrived.

By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes. The first match was Gryffindor against Slytherin. Harry along with his teammates had been subjected to a speech my Flint. He had described what he would do if we lost this match. Swallowing his nervousness Harry along with the Slytherin team flew onto the field. The commentry was done by Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor third year.

"HELLO! Welcome to Hogwarts first Quidditch Game of the Season! I am your host, Lee Jordan! And today's game is Slytherin vs GRYFFINDOR!"

The crowd then roared and cheered at Jordan's words.

"Now! On the side of the fierce and the brave! From Gryffindor… we got Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell as Chasers! The devil's of Gryffindor, Weasley twins as Beaters! Captain and Keeper Oliver Wood and Second year Cormac McLaggen as Seeker!"

The Gryffindor crowd roared as they shot out of the south entrance spot into the stadium.

"Now! On the slimey and slithery side of-"

"MR. JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor McGonagall, just stating facts… From Slytherin… they got Graham Montague, Adrian Pucey and Captain Marcus Flint as Chasers, third years Perigrine Derrick and Lucian Bole as beaters, Miles Bletchley as keeper and Wait HADRIAN POTTER AS SEEKER?" The entire crowd was shocked. "A first year in Quidditch team? He must be the youngest seeker to play for a house team in a century" Yelled Lee Jordan. I looked towards Blaise and saw him smirking. The Slytherins were cheering loudly.

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand. "Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to Marcus Flint.

"Mount your brooms, please."

Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.

Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too —"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve — back to Johnson and — no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains..."

Harry had zoned out and began searching for the snitch. He made rounds around the ground and that's when he saw that McLaggen was tailing him. Flint had told him that McLaggen wasn't something to worry about as he was just an average flyer. The previous Gryffindor's seeker, Charlie Weasley, one who was a great flyer, had completed his Seventh-year. Apparently the Gryffindors couldn't find someone good to play seeker for their team. Harry had to admit that the Gryffindor team were strong but their weakness was in seeker. So the game would be dependent on him. Harry decided to trick the other seeker and quickly shot off like he had seen the snitch. McLaggen had took ghe bait and had quickly followed him. He kept his shoulders wide so that McLaggen couldn't see ahead of Harry. The ground was fast approaching.

"Looks like Potter has seen the snitch. McLaggen is hot on his tails." yelled Lee Jordan.

When he reached just above the ground, he pulled back and heard a thump behind him. McLaggen had crashed into the ground.

"Hadrain Potter just pulled a professional WRONSKI FEINT!!!" The crowd was going haywire and many Ravens and Puffs along with Snakes cheered for him. Harry saw a golden glint through his peripheral vision. He saw the snitch and flew towards it. With McLaggen down, he didn't have to worry. His fingers closed around the snitch and the crowd cheered.

"Hadrian Potter has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins for 180-40. "

The after party in the common room was a blast. Many were dancing and playing. Somehow the seventh years had managed to smuggle in some firewhiskey but they were not letting anyone below fifth year near it. Some students were snogging in the corner. Harry had made a significant impact on his position in Slytherin. The entire team had clapped him on the back. He saw Malfoy's scowl and just smirked. The girls, Daphne and Tracey had congratulated him with a hug and then proceeded to berate him for the stupid stunt. Blaise just kept his smirk while Harry was being scolded at. After the match, he had seen Snape giving him the smallest of a nod. Harry and anyone below fifth year were allowed to drink butterbeer by the older students. The common room had quieted down by midnight with only a few couples remaining. Harry had said goodnight to his friends and went to sleep.

In the staffroom, Minerva was quite sour. She along with Filius and Pomona were being subjected to the oddest of sight. They all had a glass of firewhiskey in their hands. Severus meanwhile had a large smirk on his face. It was usual for them to bet on things that go on around Hogwarts. And naturally she had said that her team would win in the match. Since the Gryffindor team was quite strong, even Filius and Pomona had bet on Gryffindor. Severus had then smugly said that the Slytherins would win. She knew by the smirk he had that she shouldn't have taken place in this gamble. Grudgingly she handed over a sack with 10 galleons to the Potions master. Filius and Pomona had done that too.

"It was quite a cheep trick you used." She said

"Oh? And what would that be?" Severus asked with the smirk.

"Using a first year to win the game was pretty bad. It was against the rules." She said with a sniff.

"Well the headmaster had given me permission. If your house did have any good flyers, even if first years, you could have won the match."

"Well I do have to agree that Mr.Potter is a great flyer. He might even surpass his father." Filius chipped in.

Severus face had turned a little sour at the mention of James.

"Well as much as I'd like to continue this conversation, I have to go and ensure that my snakes are in bed." With that Severus walked off. But he did have a spring in his step. Minerva sighed.