A/N: So sorry for making you wait but sometimes life is a bitch. Well I hope the waiting was worthwhile and therefore here the new chapter.

Chapter 7: I believe I can fly

Thursday morning, the three friends sat together at the Gryffindor table excitingly chatting about today's flying lesson. Harry was eager to fly while Neville was scared because he had never been on a broom before. His grandmother kept him away from those as she feared he would have an accident. Loki, on the other hand, was pretty bored. He was an angel after all, and he could fly whenever he wanted without something stupid like a broom.

Suddenly, a barn owl descended and landed in front of Neville carrying a small package from his granny. He unwrapped it and out came a small glass ball about the size of a tennis ball filled with white smoke.

"This is a Remembrall, but what do I want with it?" he asked curiously.

"What is a Remembrall?" Harry looked at the ball curiously.

"It is a ball that shows you when you forgot something. As long as the smoke in it is white, everything is okay. But when it turns red, it means that you forgot something" that was Seamus.

Neville looked at it, not knowing what to think of it. The smoke stayed plain white. Loki grabbed it and turned it in his fingers. Suddenly the smoke went a bloody red.

"Oh great I forgot something, but it won't mind telling me WHAT…stupid useless thing…" he rambled.

In a fit of frustration, he threw the ball behind him.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Malfoy rubbed his chin while holding the glass ball in the other hand.

"Ah hi Barbie, how are you?" his mood lightening up significantly upon the sight of his favourite pranking target in Hogwarts.

Malfoy's head turned slowly red out of anger and embarrassment.

"I would be careful if I where you or I shatter your sweet little ball."

"It isn't his; it's mine" Neville retorted. "And you can keep it if you want, I have no use for it."

Harry looked at him in shock upon hearing that. He didn't think Neville would openly attack someone like Malfoy. It seems that being with him and Loki did a lot about the boy's shyness. Even if it was only a few weeks since they first met. Or he couldn't take Malfoy seriously anymore since his little dance, Harry wasn't entirely sure about that.

It was after lunch, and they had their first flying lesson. Loki, Harry and Neville stood together. Neville looked slightly ill while Loki warily eyed the brooms laid in two neat rows on the grass. They looked like they saw better days decades ago and were a catastrophe waiting to happen. Harry, in the meantime, was eagerly awaiting the lesson.

"Good Afternoon, everyone. Now, step forward and stand next to a broom" Madam Hooch told them shortly after arriving.

"Now hold out your right hand over the broom and say: Up!"

Everyone shouted "Up", and several brooms jumped into the respective person's hand, including Harry's. Neville's, on the other hand, stayed firmly on the ground. At the same time, Loki hadn't even commanded his yet. But with a sharp "Up" his also jumped up and into his hand.

When everyone including Neville, managed to get his broom up and sat on it Madam Hooch went around. She checked the grip and the posture of everyone. To Loki's delight, she scolded Malfoy for holding his in the wrong way even when he said that he used this grip for years now.

"So now on my command, everyone kicks off as hard as you can, hovers a few seconds, leans forward and comes down again, understood? Okay three, two, one."

She was about to blow her whistle when suddenly Neville started to hover without kicking off the ground. He flew even higher before the broom, without any further doing from his, shot off, letting him yelp in surprise.

"Mr Longbottom get down here at once" Madame Hooch ordered.

Harry, who saw that his friend's broom was out of control, kicked off the ground on his broom without even knowing what to do. But he didn't even think about it in this situation. He shot after Neville to help him control his broom, but it was quickly evident that this was a futile attempt. Every time he got near him, the broom suddenly changed his direction or did something other, which would endanger Neville's life. So Harry just flew in several crazy manoeuvres to keep him from crashing into anything by forcing the broom to change direction.

Loki in the meanwhile took out his wand and pointed it at a random stone lying on the ground. With a quick flick, he transformed it into a giant fluffy pillow. Harry saw that during a risky stunt. He shot at a neck-breaking speed towards a window and between it and Neville, preventing another crash. Afterwards, he pulled around his boom inches before he crashed himself.

"Neville when I shout now let yourself fall off the broom, okay?" he shouted towards Neville who flew a U-turn.

"WHAT? Are you crazy?" came Neville's shrieked reply.

"Trust me, please. NOW!"

Neville who shot with high-speed towards the next wall made the decision within a split second. It was either crash into the wall because Harry wouldn't be fast enough to prevent it this time and god knows what might do that to him, or trusting Harry. He could only hope that Harry knew what he did and so he let go and fell. It was a few meters in which he thought he made the wrong decision when he suddenly hit something that felt like a cloud.

Loki hovered the pillow beneath him just in time. Harry shot down and landed directly next to it.

"Are you okay, Neville?" he asked worriedly.

"Ouch. Harry you nearly gave me a heart attack, idiot" he replied but grinned.

"Jerk."

"Hey, hey girls you know I love you both" Loki walked up to them grinning and vanished the pillow with a wave of his wand which let Neville yelp again because he sat on the edge and now fell flat on his butt.

He shot him a glare while Madam Hooch reached them.

"Mr Longbottom are you alright?" she asked

"Only a few scratches and a little shock but apart from that I'm okay."

On several occasions, he hit the wall when Harry wasn't fast enough, but luckily he had no serious injuries.

"Nevertheless you have to pay a visit to the infirmary if only for a calming potion. For you two,…ten points each for quick thinking and one hell of a flight show Mr Potter."

With that said, she led Neville towards the castle.

"You all stay on the ground while I escort Mr Longbottom to the infirmary. Should I see anyone flying said person will be thrown out of school quicker than he can say Quidditch."

The two friends looked after their friend worriedly while Harry began to sing in a low tone.

"I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky."

"Oh yes, this is more than true. Where did you learn to fly?" Loki was curious.

"Nowhere, that was my first time on a broom."

"You are a natural flyer. You nearly gave ME a heart attack with some of your stunts…." Loki shook his head in exasperation.

"A heart attack? That I would like to see" Harry laughed but decided that he would have to do something to thank him properly.

They talked a bit further when suddenly Professor McGonagall came running from the castle.

"Mr Potter, please follow me" she exclaimed.

Harry gave Loki a confused look on which he shrugged before he gave him his broom and followed the head of his house back into the castle. He followed her through several corridors before they finally stopped in front of the DADA classroom. Professor McGonagall went in and shortly later came back out with an older student.

"Mr Wood, I found you a new seeker," she said proudly without any introduction.

A few seconds later, it came to light that one of Harry's stunts led him to McGonagall's office window. She was in the middle of grading papers when she saw what he was doing. On the other hand, Wood was the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and in dire need of a seeker, whatever that was, and McGonagall thought he would fit that position best.

"Mr Potter, did you ever play Quidditch?" Wood asked.

Harry blushed. "Unfortunately not, to be honest, today was the first time I ever rode a broom."

Wood gave McGonagall who went white as a sheet of paper an incredulous look.

"You never rode a broom before? What were you thinking to fly like that then?" her voice was a mere whisper.

Now Harry grew angry.

"I thought that if I don't do anything, Neville would have crashed either into your office with high speed. Or into any other part of the castle breaking his neck. Besides that, it wasn't so exceedingly hard to fly like that. On the contrary, it is quite easy once you know how to do it."

"Easy?" McGonagall looked like she wanted to faint.

"I don't know what happened during your flying lesson, but I would like to see you flying. Do you have anything to do on Saturday morning?" Wood intervened before McGonagall lost consciousness or something graver would happen.

Harry shrugged. "Madam Hooch's only comment was that it was 'One hell of a flight show' though I don't know what she meant by that and I gained ten points for it. For Saturday there is nothing I have to do so I'm free."

"Okay, then meet me at ten at the place you had your lesson today."

"Professor, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find the kitchen?" Harry addressed McGonagall, seeing that this conversation was over.

She meanwhile was too stunned to even think about what he would want there and just replied.

"Entrance Hall corridor on the left. There is a painting of a bowl of fruits. Tickle the pear, and it lets you enter" she said before she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

Harry thanked her before he left. He went where McGonagall told him the kitchen would be and soon found himself in a room full of buzzing elves. One of them asked him how he could help him. An hour later and with the help of the elf, Harry left the kitchen again with a vast three-storied Tarte au Chocolate with white chocolate cream in between safely stored in a box. Harry carefully balanced it back to the Gryffindor common room where he luckily found Loki and Neville. He had prayed that they would be there because otherwise, he would have to search the entire castle.

"Hey guys" he greeted them.

"Harry, where have you been? We were worried because you didn't come back after you followed McGonagall" Neville exclaimed.

"Have been in the kitchen afterwards preparing something for you."

He placed the box on the table they were sitting at and opened it. Neville and Loki looked at it with huge eyes. Besides that he put three plates, forks and a knife he also got from the elf.

"I thought that after the shock this would be a great cure," he told them with a huge grin. "One of the elves helped me."

Loki took the knife and cut up the cake and gave each of them a piece.

"So, what happened? I assume you are not expelled?" Neville asked in the meantime.

"No McGonagall lead me to Oliver Wood. He is the Quidditch captain for our house. She thought I'd make a good seeker after she saw one of my stunts today. But I think I nearly gave her a heart attack when I told her it was my first time on a broom" he chuckled.

"That's something I would have liked to see" Loki smiled before taking a bite from the cake. "Oh heavens, where did you learn to bake that good?" he groaned in delight.

"Well having to cook and bake every day has its perks, eh?" Loki gave him a strange look but didn't comment on that.

It was when the twins came in, both with a broad grin on their face.

"We just heard it"

"you made it into the Quidditch team!"

"Huh? That's news to me. The only thing I know is that I should fly again on Saturday to show Oliver what I'm capable of."

He cut two more pieces from the cake, placed them on plates Loki conjured up and gave them to the twins.

Loki looked somewhat unhappy about that. It seemed he wanted to claim the entire rest of the cake for himself upon which Harry started to laugh.

"Wood said that after you left,"

"McGonagall told him everything she saw."

"He damned near hexed her shouldn't she let you into the team."

They both grinned and tried the cake.

"Did you conjure up the cake?"

Loki shook his head and pointed at Harry.

"You made that?"

"You have to be a GOD for baking so good. "

"Who are you really?" they eyed him.

Harry's head went a bright red that stood on par with the twin's hair.

"No one, I have just experience that's all," he replied sheepishly, but the twins huffed as if they didn't believe him.

In the end, they talked for the entire afternoon and evening about Harry's manoeuvres on the broom and Quidditch in general eating up the whole cake. Though Loki ate the most of it. They were too full even to consider going down to the great hall for dinner. Even Loki and that really meant something. They all went to bed at ten, except Loki who didn't sleep. They were out the moment their heads hit the pillow.

A/N: Hope you liked it as always and 'til next chapter!