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Chapter 6:

It was Friday, the end of the first week of school and so far, Harrison was impressed; despite the ease of lessons, he could tell that the professors knew their subjects – with the exception of Quirrell who was just a bumbling idiot. He couldn't wait to learn more from them and the library was to die for.

He and the other Slytherin's made their way to flying class, Harrison already knew how to fly and thought himself to be quite good despite his lack of interest. His father and brother were both obsessed and Harrison had been forced throughout his childhood to join in games to make up the numbers.

They walked out onto the training grounds where two rows of brooms had been placed on the grass, most of the class were already there and so they quickly took their places.

'Good-morning first-years!' Madame Hooch, he thought as she walked in between the two rows of students, she had wild, short hair that made her look as though she'd just been flying through a storm and bright yellow, piercing eyes giving her an appearance that reminded Harrison of an owl.

'Today we will be starting with the basics of flying' she began 'everyone: step up to your brooms, place your hand directly above, and say 'up'' she demonstrated, her broom flying directly into her hand.

Harrison cleared his throat slightly and did as instructed, his broom arrived in his hand with a satisfying smack, he looked up to see how the others were getting along. Draco had managed it, and so had Nick. Most people however seemed to be struggling, Daphne in particular looked very worried.

'The broom knows you're nervous, try and say it with more confidence' he encouraged

'I hate flying' she muttered before taking a large breath and shouting 'UP' and the broom flew up into her awaiting hand. She looked up at his gratefully, and he grinned in response.

'Okay everybody, mount your brooms and upon my whistle: kick off from the ground, hold it steady for a few seconds and then touch back down'

Everyone mounted their brooms and Hooch went around correcting grip and positions. Harrison found it particularly amusing as she told Weasley his grip was wrong.

'But I always fly like that!'

'Then you've been doing it wrong' she replied simply before moving on to the next person.

'Okay, is everyone ready? Good. And three, two, one' and with that she blew her whistle.

Everyone kicked off, a few people seemed shaky but the brooms were rubbish and even Harrison found it difficult to control. He set his feet back on the floor as did most people. Longbottom however, seemed to be losing control. And just as Harrison thought it, Longbottom flew up in the air, screaming the entire way.

'Bet you 2 galleons he breaks something' Harrison whispered to Draco who shook on it, Blaise rolled his eyes at them.

Longbottom had let go of the broom and was now only holding on by his legs, he was coming back down to the ground at an alarming rate and Madame Hooch had her wand trained on him, ready for anything. They all watched in anticipation as he flew directly towards the wall of the castle, letting go of the broom completely as he hit a metal grate, his robe catching on it briefly before ripping causing him to fall to the ground with a crunch.

Madame Hooch ran over to him, picking him up from the floor, he was crying and holding a limp looking arm.

'You're okay dear, just a broken wrist, we'll have you fixed in no time at all' she looked towards the rest of the class 'You are all to remain here whilst I take Longbottom to the hospital wing. Do not use the brooms. Anyone caught flying will be out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch.' And with that she left.

Draco walked over to where the boy had fallen, picking something up from the floor and holding it up to show them.

'Remembrall' he said 'Maybe if Longbottom had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse' Blaise snorted.

'Give it here Malfoy' Nick stepped forwards, Weasley at his side looking outraged.

Draco grinned before replying 'I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find' he mounted his broom and set off, shouting down at them 'How about on the roof' he laughed.

Nick grabbed his own broom, preparing himself to join Draco, the Granger girl stepped forward at this point. 'Nick you can't. You heard what Madame Hooch said, do you want to get expelled?' she shrieked.

Nick ignored her and mounted his broom, she looked to Harrison instead 'can't you do something?'

'Why should I? It's their own decision, if they get expelled it's on them, not me. Besides' he said as Nick shot off 'if Nick goes, maybe I'll get some peace.' She looked outraged

'You're his brother!' she shouted

'Yes, I am aware of that thank you' he dismissed

'Leave him alone, filthy mudblood' Nott said, coming up behind him. Weasley's face turned red and before anyone knew what had happened, he was on top of Nott, punching him in the face. The Gryffindor's pulled him off, pointing to the sky and they all looked up to see what was going on. Draco and Nick seemed to be in a very heated conversation and all of a sudden, Draco threw the Remembrall towards the castle, Nick shot after it at top speed. Harrison rolled his eyes as he expertly caught it before landing gracefully on the floor.

'Mr. Potter' they turned to see McGonagall striding towards them

'Follow me' she said before walking back in the castle. Nick looked nervous as he ran after her and Harrison went over to Nott to fix his obviously broken nose.

'Episky' he said, he knew it would come in handy to know a few basic healing charms

'Thanks Potter' he shook his head 'Harrison' Nott grinned in response 'Theo'

He got up from the floor, brushing the dirt from his robes just as a bell sounded, signaling the end of the period, they all started to walk towards the castle in response, Daphne gripped the back of Harrison's robes slightly, holding him back.

She waited until the others had walked out of hearing range before speaking

'Are you okay?' she asked, he frowned, confused

'Of course, why wouldn't I be?'

'I don't know' she muttered 'I thought you'd care if someone used that word towards a muggleborn, but instead you make friends with them' he sighed

'because of my mother?' she nodded

'I agree that there are exceptions to every rule and there are many great muggleborns in this world that have contributed greatly to our society' he paused 'however, people like Granger disgust me. She enters this world thinking that she belongs here immediately. She doesn't try to fit in, she doesn't try to learn our ways and instead tries to tell us how things should be done. It's frustrating. If I had been born a squib and had to live in the muggle world, I would learn their ways and blend in, I wouldn't go in telling them they should write with quills and parchment and wear robes. It's just not how it's done' he finished his rant feeling satisfied.

'You're a lot different to how I imagined you'd be you know' he grinned in response and they walked back into the castle just in time for lunch.

'I heard what happened during your flying class' Flint said as they started the meal

'And I personally have no problem with what happened, however, if Professor Snape hears about it then he won't be easy on either of you' looking at Draco and Theo

'Why me?' Theo asked and Flint sighed before continuing

'He hates the use of the word mudblood, his punishments are extremely harsh when if he catches anyone using it' he warned before turning back to his own meal.

At that moment Nick walked into the room, looking as if Christmas had come early. Odd, Harrison thought.

'Shouldn't he be looking miserable right about now?' Draco asked, the others nodded, confused.

Nick strolled right over to the Slytherin table and aimed straight for Harrison.

'Guess what' he said, about to burst with excitement.

'Well I assume you haven't been expelled, unless of course that was what you wanted' he drawled

'I'm the new Gryffindor seeker!' he boasted, Draco choked on his sandwich and the entire Slytherin table went silent.

'That's not allowed!' Flint shouted 'It's blatant favoritism!'

'Not if I actually am better than everyone else' he puffed up his chest and Harrison grinned.

'Thanks Nick!'

'What for?' he looked confused

'The heads up so the Slytherin team won't be shocked when they see you walk out onto the pitch for the first game' he said cheerily. Nick turned red suddenly, his grin fading.

'Well' he seemed uncertain now 'We'll still win!' and with that he turned around and left.

'Is he as good as he thinks he is?' Flint asked, worry clear in his eyes

'Almost' Harrison muttered 'But it still isn't fair'

'What can we do though?' Blaise asked 'Dumbledore isn't exactly known for favouring Slytherin's'

Harrison mused over this for the rest of the meal, deciding to bring it up during his meeting with Professor Snape later that evening.

At 6pm, Harrison knocked on the office door in the dungeons. He felt slightly nervous, not knowing what to expect and the last time he was there wasn't a pleasant experience.

'Enter' he heard from inside, so he pushed the door open and sat in the chair opposite the desk.

Professor Snape seemed to be finishing grading papers and so he waited in silence until Snape sighed, wrote a T at the top of the parchment and put his quill down before settling his eyes on Harrison. He couldn't seem to bring himself to look the man in the eyes, feeling a slight headache forming whenever he did.

'So' Snape began 'Harrison, you've had a week now to settle into the routine and get used to the classes. How do you think you're doing with that?' he asked softly

'Um, it seems okay I suppose' he replied, Snape raised an eyebrow in response, clearly wishing him to expand.

'The classes are good, if a little boring at the moment, but that was to be expected I guess.'

'Yes, well, when one reads as much as you seem to, the pace of the general public can be a little mundane' he replied

'You seem to have settled well into Slytherin. I obviously had my concerns when you were placed into my house, given who your family are' he seemed to notice the annoyed look given in response, looking rather amused.

'I don't want to be known for my family' he decided to say family rather than brother, but the point was understood

'Hense why you were placed in Slytherin' he added with a slight grin 'you feel as if people favour your brother over you simply because of who he is?' he asked softly

'Mostly, our parents aren't really like that, but the amount of people that ask me about him is ridiculous, it's like they don't even see me. I want to be known for me, not because I'm his brother. I'm glad I'm in Slytherin, at least the people in my house aren't like that'

Snape nodded 'You get along with everyone?'

'Yes, even before we got to school, I traveled with Draco and the others on the train and it was incredible to finally have someone my own age to talk to. I used to try with Nick, but he doesn't care about the same things as me, we're completely different.' Snape didn't comment, merely nodding absently

'Well, it seems you're doing well overall. Are you sleeping any better?'

Harrison nodded slightly 'It's been fine the last couple of days'

'Okay, well, let me know if you're struggling and I can sort something out for you' he paused as if deep in thought before shaking his head slightly 'is there anything you wanted to ask me or talk about?'

'Yes actually' he explained what had happened during their flying lesson, leaving out a couple of unnecessary details, Snape's eyes grew stern

'And why are you telling me this?' he asked

'Because my brother didn't get punished. In fact, he's been placed on the Gryffindor quidditch team as a seeker, and it's unfair.'

Snape nodded before sighing 'You will find during your time here that when it comes to Gryffindor, the Headmaster is rarely fair'

'I want to talk to him about it' he said suddenly, Snape looked shocked

'I can arrange a meeting if you wish, but I don't know what good it will do' he replied carefully.

Harrison nodded in response 'I'd like to try anyway, see what he has to say about it'

'I will arrange it then. If there is nothing else' he gestured towards the door and Harrison left quickly.

That evening at dinner, the Slytherin first-years were deep in a heated discussion about the usefulness of Herboloy for 11-year-olds.

'I'm just saying' Blaise said, pushing aside his plate 'that I don't feel the need to know how to pot a plant'

'That's not the point though' Draco added 'It may be a stupid subject but it can help you with potions'

'He's right you know' Harrison shot in before Blaise could say anything 'Knowledge of the ingredients used can help you adjust things and know what will happen if you mix two things together. For example, mixing two volatile ingredients won't end well unless you have something to counter the effects.'

They all shut up after that, seeming to accept his answer. Harrison felt a presence behind him, turning around he saw his head of house.

'Professor Snape' he nodded in greeting

'The Headmaster has agreed to a meeting, I will accompany you to his office tonight after dinner' and with that he turned around and went back to the top table.

'What was that about?' Blaise asked

Harrison shook his head 'I'll tell you later, hopefully something good will come out of it though'.

As soon as dinner was over, he followed Professor Snape out of the room and through the corridors, they walked in silence for a while before reaching a staircase guarded by a stone gargoyle.

'Liquorish' he said and the gargoyle stepped aside, allowing them access. Harrison looked at the professor questioningly.

'The Headmaster has a fondness for sweets' Harrison nodded, filing away that information for a later date.

They walked up the stairs and paused at the top, knocking on the door, upon hearing a cheery 'come in' they stepped inside.

'I'll leave you to talk' Snape muttered before making a quick exit.

'Come on in Harry, take a seat my boy' Harrison smiled politely, taking his seat

'I would prefer Harrison if you don't mind Headmaster' Dumbledore's eyes twinkled

'Of course, Harrison. Now what can I do for you?'

Harrison decided to get straight to the point.

'It's about Nick sir, and his new position on the Quidditch team'

'Ah yes, wonderful isn't it? I believe he is the youngest in nearly a century' he smiled

'Yes. Well that seems to be the problem sir. It's against the school rules, how is everyone else going to react when they find out?' he questioned politely, watching the Headmaster carefully for his response. He seemed surprised for a brief moment before masking his emotions.

'Well he is rather talented, isn't he? I would hope the rest of the school would be happy for him, and as for the rules my boy, well, they are made to be broken so they say.' he chuckled slightly and Harrison grinned in response. I'm not your boy, he thought.

'Yes Headmaster, but you wouldn't want to be accused of favoritism, now would you? For all you know, all of the first-years could be as talented as Nick. But they didn't break the rules to fly and so you won't find out.'

Dumbledore sighed, a sympathetic look filling his eyes.

'Now Harrison, I know it can be difficult having Nick for a brother, it's only natural to feel some jealousy and-'

'I'm not jealous of Nick!' Harrison laughed 'Is that what you think? I've proved in just the first week that I'm better at magic than he is. Who's to say I can't play Quidditch better as well?'

'Is that what you want?' he questioned 'to be on the Slytherin team?'

Harrison shook his head 'What I want is equality' Dumbledore looked confused so he continued.

'Either you tell Nick he can't play this year, that he has to wait until second-year to try out, or, you allow all first-years to try out. It's not unreasonable. If you think that it's safe enough for Nick then it's safe enough for all first-years. I'm not saying they have to be on the team, just the opportunity to do so.' he finished.

'Yes, but Gryffindor really are desperate for a seeker this year' he tried

'So, Gryffindor is more important than the other houses? I'm sure they're all in need of a seeker, or a chaser or something'

Dumbledore seemed to be at a loss for words. They spent a few moments merely staring at each other, Harrison broke his gaze when he felt a slight headache coming on, it disappeared the moment he looked away. Dumbledore sighed. Victory, Harrison thought.

'Okay, I will allow all first-years to try out this year as a trial period, to see if they can handle it.' Harrison smiled in his victory.

'Thank you, Headmaster. That's all I wished to speak about' Dumbledore nodded slightly

'I'll see you soon then Harrison, would you like a sherbet lemon for the walk?' he offered a silver bowl full of yellow boiled sweets. He declined politely and closed the door on his way out.

A/N: Thank youuu, hope you enjoyed it, please review etc. And on another note, what do we think? Do you want Harrison to play Quidditch or not? Let me know.