Haylin had been looking forward to the flying lesson all day. It was something to take her mind off of meeting her father. Adriel had forgotten that Haylin had something to tell her until today so she had written in on her hand that Haylin was to explain everything to her that night before they went to sleep.

At three-thirty on Thursday afternoon the Slytherins were lined up by a broomstick each and were waiting for the Gryffindors. When the Gryffindors finally arrived, Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, blew her whistle.

"Now that you're here, everybody, stand by a broom," she ordered. Because the Slytherins were already standing by brooms it was only the Gryffindors who had to move.

"Stick your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch, "and say 'Up!'"

Everybody did as they were told but not everybody had the same results. Harry's broom and Draco's broom both leapt into their hands at once. Haylin's broom jumped halfway to her hand then decided it didn't want to and fell back down. Ron's broom smacked him in the face, Hermione's just rolled over and poor Neville, his broom didn't move at all. When they had all picked their brooms up, Madam Hooch blew her whistle again. She showed them how to mount their brooms and told an embarrassed Draco that he had been holding the broom wrong for years.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle – three – two –"

But Neville, afraid that he would be left behind, kicked off before the whistle.

"Come back boy!" Madam Hooch cried but Neville was off. The broom seemed to have a mind of its own and took him around the field. Suddenly, Neville fell off the broom and landed with a nasty WHAM face down on the ground. Madam Hooch ran towards Neville.

"Broken wrist," she muttered. Haylin ran forward.

"I'll take him to the hospital wing, miss," she said. Madam Hooch nodded.

"Very well, I need to take this broom to Professor Flitwick and have it checked out, it may have been tampered with, flying like that," she said, summoning the broom to her. "none of you move while I am gone. You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'." With that she was off. Haylin gently escorted Neville to the Hospital Wing.

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When Haylin and Neville entered the Hospital Wing, I friendly looking woman bustled up to them.

"What happened?" she said, all illusions of over-friendliness out the window.

"He fell off his broom and broke his wrist but he seems to be in shock," Haylin answered, helping Neville to one of the beds.

The woman, Madam Pomfrey, clicked her tongue.

"those brooms," she said angrily, "I told them they needed new ones but did they listen?" Madam Pomfrey continued to ramble as she fixed Neville's wrist. The bone was fixed in next to no time but Neville was still in shock and had trouble doing anything by himself. Madam Pomfrey ordered him to stay in the Hospital wing for another hour or so.

"Could I stay with him for just ten more minutes?" Haylin pleaded as Madam Pomfrey ushered her out of the hospital wing.

"Five more minutes and then leave my patient alone," the matron ordered. And bustled away.

Haylin pulled out her wand and pointed it at Neville. His eyes widened in panic.

"don't worry Neville, I'm not going to hurt you…I hope," she muttered this last bit under her breath. "Vox Solvo," she said quietly. A purple but silent flash emitted from her wand and encircled Neville. When the light had disappeared. Neville seemed calmer. I'll see you later Neville but right now I have to go back to the flying lesson.

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When Haylin returned to the lesson, Harry and Draco were gone and everybody was looking at the sky. That is, everyone except Parvati Patil and Pansy Parkinson. They were arguing over something stupid. As usual Pansy had stirred up trouble just to get noticed by Draco and as usual, he ignored her.

"What's going on?" Haylin asked when she reached Janaya and Adriel.

"Draco stole Neville's Remembrall and Harry went to get it back. Look there's Draco now," Janaya said pointing just ahead of them. Draco was just coming towards them with a big grin on his face. The grin slid off his face when he saw the look on Haylin's face.

"You stole Neville's Remembrall!" she said with venom in every word.

Draco shrank back. "I found it on the ground and I was going to go give it to him when Potter told me to give it back. So I flew off just to get him riled up." Draco explained. Haylin's face softened.

"Where is it now?" she asked.

Draco gulped. "well, I through it," he said, shrinking back again.

"You threw his Remembrall?" she cried.

"Harry probably caught it anyway," Draco cried back, more so she would hear him than that he was angry at her. "Why do you care so much about him anyway?"

Haylin stopped, "I don't know, I just do. If that Remembrall is damaged in anyway so help me I will…"

"Okay I get it," he said, putting his hands up as if to ward her off. "I'm sorry okay?"

Haylin nodded.

"Fine," she hugged him to show that she forgave him. "Guess what?" she whispered in his ear so that nobody else could hear.

"What?" he whispered back.

"I met my dad, the other day."