"Eye of Rabbit, Harp String Hum, Turn This Water into Rum!" Semus flicked his wand at the goblet in front of him and leaned over. He sighed and leaned back. "Right, Eye of Rabbit-"

"Heyo!" Natsu popped his head next to Seamus, showing a friendly smile. "For the love of-" Seamus sharply jumped up, and leaned on the table to catch is breath. "What are you trying to do?" Natsu asked, picking up the goblet looking at its contents.

Seamus grabbed the goblet aggressively and put it back down on the table, before chanting again. "He's trying to make it into Rum. He actually managed to turn it into a weak tea yesterday. But that was before-"

ZAP!

Everyone around jumped at the bright flash and flinched back. Hermione looked at the cup wide eyed, Natsu, Ron, and Harry peeping from behind their sleeves. Smoke formed from the cup, Seamus sitting there shocked and charcoaled. Everyone looked at him, a bit shocked at first, but then began to laugh. Hermione coughed and waved the smoke out of her face, finding none of this amusing. Everyone then stopped laughing as an owl's hoot echoed.

"Cor! Mail's here!" Ron smiled, looking at the illustrated ceiling. Natsu and Harry following his gaze. Natsu could hear the birds flap quickly as they flew through the open windows and swooped up and down, dropping letters, gifts, and newspapers to the students.

Natsu was captivated by the beauty of these creatures flying above his head. As he looked to his left, he sharply breathed in and ducked, as two owls were in the pathway of his head. The owls dropped a newspaper in front of Ron and a small round parcel in front of Neville.

"Whatcha got there Neville?" Natsu wondered, leaning his forearm on Seamus's shoulder. Neville looked at the parcel and played with it for a while. His curiosity finally got the better of him, and ripped off the paper.

"What is that?" Harry asked him, looking at the small clear glass ball. "I've read about these. That's a Remembrall. The ball releases red smoke if the owner forgot something." Hermione explained, as the ball released a red smoke. "But the thing is, I don't know what I've forgotten." Neville muttered, lost in thought.

"Huh. Should get one for Natsu." Gray snickered as he walked by Natsu's group. "What was that stripper boy?!" Natsu yelled at him as he walked on by. "What did you call me lava brain?!" Gray yelled back, turning sharply around to scold at Natsu. "Oh not again!" Ron sighed, getting up ready to hold Natsu back.

Before Natsu could throw a punch, a book thwacked the back of his head, his eyes popping out and bump growing. "Geez. Do you have to go overboard you stupid muscle brain?" Lucy scolded. Gray began to snicker, as if he won the battle. But then the top of his head was met with a punch from behind. "That goes the same for you." A rough voice growled at him. Gray grumbled, as he looked behind him, meeting eye to eye with the Iron Dragon. "Now try to make up and grab something to eat." Lucy commanded them, Natsu and Gray looking at each other. Natsu pouted, and muttered an apology, Gray mirroring him.

Ron sighed and sat back down, as he pulled out the newspaper. Natsu sat down next to Hermione, rubbing the back of his head. "Are you always this hot headed?" Hermione asked, a mocking tone. "Shut up…." Natsu grumbled, folding his arms.

"Hey Ron, can I look at that?" Harry asked, pointing at the paper. "Huh? Oh yeah, sure." Ron said, handing the paper to Harry.

"Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown. Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day. "But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon…." Harry looked up at his three friends and gave them a confused look. "That's the same vault Hagrid and I went to…." He said. The four of them exchanged glances of suspicion and concern about this.

After breakfast, the First Year Slytherin and Gryffindor kids made their way to a lesson that everyone was looking forward to. Well, almost everyone...

"Welcome to your first flying class. I am Madam Hooch."

"Good morning Madam Hooch." The class said in a cliched tone, as Madam Hooch wandered in between the Slytherin and Gryffindor kids. "Right." Madam Hooch turned around with a smile and rubbed her hands together. "Today we will learn the basics of flying. Any questions?"

Natsu shot up his hand in a quick manner. "Mister Dragneel?"

"Are flying brooms considered transportation?" He asked in an innocent but worried voice. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. Madam Hooch had to blink a couple of times in surprise before opening her mouth. "Well, uh... seeing how flying brooms transports you from point A to point B, yes, I would consider them transportation…."

Natsu's face turned pale with fear, and began to gag a little. Gajeel had the same kind of expression.

"Right, any more questions?" Madam Hooch looked around, everyone staring blankly at her. No questions in their faces. "Right then! Let's get started! Stand to the left side of your broomstick. Now. Everyone hold your hands over your brooms, and say "Up.""

"Up! Up! Up! Up! Up!" Everyone chanted, but the brooms were extremely difficult to co-operate, refusing to fly into the student's hands. "Up!" Harry commanded, and the broom immediately flew into his hands. Hermione gave Harry a sharp and confused look, wondering how he got it the first time and the rest were still struggling.

"Up!" Ron commanded, but only the staff flicked up, which whacked him on the nose. "Ow!" Ron groaned, covering his nose. Draco pulled a snarky laugh as his broom flew up. Harry couldn't help but giggle at what happened. "Shut up Harry." Ron scould.

"Right, now that everyone's brooms are up, let's start the basics. Put one leg over and sit on the broom. Go." The rustles of the sticks and straw rustled as the kids mounted their broom sticks. Natsu carefully mounted his broom, looking quite green in the face.

"Now, I want you to slightly levitate. Just push off the ground and the broom will do the rest." Everyone gasped nervously as the broom began to levitate. Natsu whimpered nervously, his legs refusing to push up.

"Mister Dragneel, why are you not following my instructions?" Madam Hooch asked him, hands firmly on her hips. "Well uh...I…." Natsu looked behind her shoulder at Gajeel. He was off the ground, but he was shaking, trying to control the broom. He was gritting his teeth and sweating a bit, looking pale. Natsu gulped and turned his attention back to Hooch.

"I have a severe-"

"Woah! Someone help me!" Madam Hooch sharply turned around and looked around the field drastically. She looked up, and noticed that Neville had done a bit more thea levitating. He was full on flying.

"M-Mister Longbottom, you have to-" Guiding wasn't going to help. Neville was swinging left and right out of control. Soon, he began to fly high and fast, heading towards the school. Everyone watched and cringed at his hard crashes into the walls and roofs, before flying towards the class at a fast speed. Everyone leapt out of the way as Neville flew in between them, and caught his robe on a steeple, and fell hard on the ground, unaware that his Remembrall fell out of his pocket, in front of Draco Malfoy.

"Move move move!" Madam Hooch pushed everyone away to get to Neville first, everyone following behind her. Draco was the last one to get there, as he had picked up the Remembrall and hid it in his pocket.

Everyone crowded around Neville, whispering concerned sounds. "Oh dear, seems that you've broken your wrist… Let's go the the infirmary. While I'm gone, none of you better be a centimeter off the ground, or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can even say Quidditch…." Madam Hooch muttered, leading Neville to the infirmary.

The minute she left, Draco pulled out the Remembrall and tossed it up and down. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lubber given this a squeeze, he could've fallen on his fat ass." All the Slytherin kids, except Gajeel, laughed and giggled at Draco's comment. Natsu frowned furiously and stepped up to him. "Give it here Malfoy!" He commanded, opening his palm.

Draco snobbishly turned around, and gave him a hard no. "I think I'll put it somewhere he'll never find it." Draco sneered at him, as he mounted his broom and flew off. "Oh, you wanna go huh?!" Natsu yelled furiously, and mounted his broom. As he was about to take off, Harry held out his arm, stopping him. "Actually Natsu you might get expelled if you take it physically too far."

"What's the matter Dragneel? Too square?" Draco mocked, tossing the ball up and down. Natsu growled at him, wanting to to beat him up so bad. "Natsu, I'll take care of this." Harry said, sounding like he wanted to let off some steam. "Besides, there's your motion sickness." Gajeel reminded him, softly whispering in his ear. Natsu flinched, completely forgetting about it.

Natsu stared at Draco, wanting to get even with Draco. But he slowly let loose and dismounted his broom. As he did, Harry mounted his broom. "Harry. Potter. You are NOT going up there! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you have no idea how to fly!" Hermione reasoned. Harry stared sternly at Hermione, before ascending to meet Draco.

"What. An idiot." Hermione sighed, watching Harry fly towards the pompous Slytherin. "Oh, so Dragneel chickened out and the worthless student decided to take his place?" Draco teased and snarled. "Draco, give it back now!" Harry commanded, as he flew fast and furious towards Draco. Draco spun upside down to dodge the oncoming broom and quickly flicked himself back up. "Sure. But first, you gotta catch it!" And with that, Draco threw the ball in the opposite direction.

Harry opened his eyes in horror and zoomed towards the ball, forgetting about Draco. He could see the ball flying towards a window, so he zoomed faster towards the ball. He flew in front of the window with not a second to spare, and held out his hand, catching it in time. What he didn't know, was that Professor McGonagall was working in the room from that same window.

She jumped in surprise and put on her glasses, looking down at the descending Harry. As Harry came down, he held the ball victoriously in his hand, all the students cheering and running towards him. Everyone hugged him and cheered for him, except Draco, who staired from the side, looking sour.

But then his sour face turned into a snarky smile, as Professor McGonagall called for Harry to follow her. Everyone silenced and stepped to the side, worried, as Harry slowly stepped forward and followed the Transfiguration Professor.

"Wait! Professor McGonagall!" McGonagall turned around, and gave a hard glare at the pink haired student, who looked at her with determined fired eyes. "Harry didn't do anything wrong! I was the one who lost my temper! If it wasn't for Harry it could have been a worse situation! If there's anyone to blame it's me! Please don't punish Harry!" Natsu pleaded with a strong face. Harry looked at Natsu, taken back by how he was willing to take the blame and possible expulsion.

Professor McGonagall looked at him, and straightened her posture. "I admire your bravery for taking the blame Mister Dragneel. That is the foundation Gryffindor is based upon. Five points added to Gryffindor. However, I still wish to see Harry. Come along Mister Potter." Everyone watched helplessly as Harry stared at his class, before turning around to follow his Transfiguration Teacher.

Professor McGonagall twisted and turned through the halls, Harry following close behind her. It wasn't long until the pair reached the DADA classroom. Harry was a bit confused. If Harry was in trouble, wouldn't he go to her office? Professor McGonagall knocked on the door, interrupting the teacher. Professor Quirrell jumped sharply at the loud thumping and looked at the door. "Professor Quirrell, may I borrow Oliver Wood please?"

"O-Oh, y-yes, o-o-of course…" Professor Quirrell nodded, slightly tightening his grip on the lizard he was holding. The summoned one stood up and greeted Professor McGonagall. He was an average looking boy. Clean cut auburn hair and brown eyes, with average height. "Oliver Wood." Professor McGonagall smiled excitedly at the boys, turning her head between the two. "I have found you a seeker!"

"You're a seeker?!" Ron gasped, following Harry through the halls. "That's incredible! First years never make it on the Quidditch Teams! You're probably the youngest player of the century! According to McGonagall."

Fred and George ran up to the boys and rubbed Harry on the head. "Welcome to the team Harry! Fred and I are the bashers. Our job is to make sure that you aren't bloodied up." George explained.

"Course, there's no guarantee."

"Rough game, Quidditch can be."

"No one's died yet, that much is true."

"Some do disappear."

"But they appear again in a month or two!" The twins sang, enjoying their little word game with a laugh, as they walked away from Harry and Ron.

Ron rolled his eyes and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't listen to them Harry. You'll be great! Not to mention, Quidditch is the best game there is." Ron reasoned to him. "And besides Harry…" Hermione ran up to the boys, poking her head between the boys, before swinging to Harry's other side. "It's in your blood." She smiled mischievously. "What do you mean "In his blood?"" Ron asked, confused at what she meant.

Hermione lead them to the trophy cabinet, and pointed to the plaque of honourable Quidditch players. "There, see?" Hermione pointed, the boys looking at the gold plate. "Harry! I never knew your dad was a seeker!" Ron exclaimed, not believing what he saw. "I never knew…" Harry whispered, shocked as well.

"I'm telling you, it's scary. She knows more about you then you do!" Ron said quite loudly, following Harry down the hall. "Yeah well who doesn't…" Harry countered turning down the hall, looking at Hermione.

"Hey Harry!" The three turned around and saw the pink haired mage run up to them with a worried look on his face. "Hey Natsu, what's up?" Harry asked, curious. "I just wanted to apologize about what happened…. You didn't get into trouble did you?" Harry asked, his voice wavering full of worry. "Quite the opposite actually! Harry made it on the Quidditch Team!" Ron yelled excitedly, gesturing to Harry. Natsu's eyes directed at Harry, then back at Ron, not moving his head.

"The Quidditch Team?" Natsu repeated, sounding confused. "I know! Bloody amazing right?! First Years never make the cut!" Ron basically yelled, his excitement slowly getting the best of him. "Right… Well, uh… Congrats Harry." Natsu smiled, offering his hand for a shake. "Thanks Natsu." Harry smiled shaking his hand.

Hermione looked at Natsu as they shook hands, suspicious of Natsu's expression towards Harry making the Quidditch Team. He seemed quite unexcited about it, which was weird, since Quidditch is the most popular sport in the Wizarding World and an Eleven Year old just got the most important position. And yet, Natsu was acting like this was nothing.

"Well I'm glad you didn't get in trouble." Natsu smiled, and clapped his hands. "Welp, I uh, gotta take care of some business. I'll see you guys back at the dorm." Natsu said in a suspicious rush and headed off. "Well, that was weird…" Hermione said suspicious, turning with the guys and headed to the Tower of Stairs.

"So Harry when do you start practising?" Ron asked as they walked up. "This weekend I believe." Harry said, his head in a daze. Suddenly the stairs jolted and swung a full ninety degrees to the left. As the stairs clicked in place, the three kids looked around. "Uh, let's go this way." Harry pointed to the door at the top of the stairs, heading up.

As the door creaked opened, the three kids wandered inside, looking at the creepy statues caked in webs and grey dust. "Does anyone feel like we shouldn't be here?" Ron asked, shaking in his boots. "We're not supposed to be here. It's the Third Corridor. It's forbidden." Hermione hissed. As Hermione finished her sentence, a bright orange fire bursted from down the hall. The three looked down, knowing someone was here. "We should go." Harry suggested sternly, the three sharply turning round. As they did, they came face to face with the grey strict cat, known as Mrs Norris. She stared at them, they stared at her, before the three of them bolted down the hallway out of fear.

"Quickly! This way!" Harry yelled, running as fast as they could to avoid Filch. "Look! The light!" Hermione pointed, the light at the end of the hallway getting further and further away from them, as if it was running away from them. Suddenly the light vanished, leaving behind a cold dark atmosphere once more. The kids turned the corner, looking around. There was no one here… But no time to think about that! They had to hide! Somewhere! Anywhere! Before they get expelled!

"Let's hide in here!" Ron pointed at a door and ran up to it, tugging. "It's locked, This is it! We're going to get expelled!" Ron whined, looking all hope. "Move over!" Hermione groaned as she pulled her wand out. "Alohomora!" Hermione chanted. The lock clicked open, the door creaking ajar. "Where'd you learn that?" Ron asked her, somewhat amazed. "Basic spells, Chapter Seven." Hermione told him, as if he should know this.

"Come on!" Harry whispered violently, going inside, Ron and Hermione following him and closing the door. Both of them leaned on the door, listening to the events outside.

"Anything here Mrs Norris?" A slimy voice muffled through the door. Ron and Hermione held their breath, not wanting to risk any sounds. "Hmm, come on girl…" Silence. The two of them let go of their breath, turning their tension to released into relaxation of not being caught.

"That was too close. But I wonder why the door was locked..." Hermione wondered as they walked towards Harry. "Maybe it was for a good reason…" Harry muttered, looking down in fear. His two remaining friends followed his gaze and looked down in fear as well. The students widened their eyes, paralyzed of what they were seeing.

It was that Cerberus, who was now stirring awake. As the three headed creature stood tall and mighty, the trio looked on at the mythical creature in shock. The dog began to growl, getting ready to pounce. As the students were about to scream, three iron clamps suddenly trapped the mouths shut. The dog began to move violently, clearly wanting the clamps off.

"We have to move!" Hermione yelled over the loud growling. But the dog had other plans. He swiped his paw at the three, all of them dodging the swinging paws. "It's too dangerous to move!" Harry yelled in a panic, dodging the beast's attacks. Suddenly the room's temperature dropped drastically, the floor turning to ice. "What the-!" Ron yelled, his breath taking a physical form.

The Cerberus skid all over the floor, trying to keep its balance. "Now!" Hermione yelled, taking the chance to run. As they slammed the door and ran down the hall, Harry could hear a soft harp could be heard, a muffled voice singing. He sharply turned around and stopped, before turning around to get the hell out of there.

"What the hell was that?! I swear this school is insane." Ron complained as they stormed through the Common Room lobby. "Did you see what was under it?" Hermione asked, wondering if the others saw what she saw. "Why would I be looking at its feet? I was kinda occupied by its' heads!" Ron said, angrily.

Hermione sighed before telling them what she saw. "It was a trap door. It's guarding something." Hermione told them. "Now, I'm going to go to bed before we go too deep into this and we get caught. Or worse. EXPELLED!" Hermione emphasized, before slamming the door in their face. "She really needs to straighten her priorities…" Ron sighed, shaking her head.

Hermione closed the door to her room and stretched as she turned around. As she did, she jumped in shock, as she saw who was sitting cross legged on her bed. "Miss Granger. I was wondering when you were about to show."

"Professor Scarlet!" Hermione gasped, wondering why she was here. "Is there something wrong?" Erza stayed silent for a while before she sighed and closed her eyes. "There is something I need to discuss with you." She simply stated. "About what?" Hermione asked, suspicious and confused.

"What you saw under the Cerberus."