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"Come on Hermione," Aimee poked her bushy haired friend.

"Go away," Hermione mumbled burying her head in her pillow well trying to shoe Aimee away."

"No way, we have flying lesson's today no way I'm going to miss that," she jumped around a bit and clapped her hands. Hermione pulled her head out from under her pillow and glared at her over hyper friend.

"Its eight in the morning on a Saturday,"

"So," Aimee smiled, "Get up, up." She pulled the blankets from her friend and tossed them onto her own bed.

Hermione got out of bed, "your evil," she grumbled grabbing clothes and making her way into the bathroom.

"Why yes I am thank you Mione, I'll meet you in the common room if you're not down in ten minutes I'm coming to get you." She could hear the other girl grumbling through the bathroom door and just laughed making her way downstairs and into the common room were Ron was bouncing about and Neville looked even less thrilled with the events today would bring then even Hermione if that was possible.

"Flying, we are so flying," Ron was singing earning odd looks from some of the other first years and a few of the older students that were in the common room.

"or falling," Neville mumbled but Aimee caught the words.

"oh Nev it won't be that bad," Aimee tried to sooth her clumsy friend.

"I trip over thin Air Aimee, how do you expect me to stay on a broom," He huffed and Aimee had to stifle her laughter at the look on his face. She glanced over at the staircase as Hermione came down it.

"Ok I'm ready can we get this over with now."

"Ok Miss Sunshine lets go," Aimee pushed her friends towards the portrait hole all but Ron who had sprinted out the hole the minuet he saw Hermione and was now waiting for them impatiently on the other side.

All the Gryffindor's found themselves out on the grassy lawn with Madame Hooch the flying instructor a multitude of old worn out brooms and some very unpleasant looking slytherin's .

"Ok Class I want all of you to line up with a broom. The older women waited patiently as all her students chose a broom and stood beside it. "Now put your hand out and say up." She watched as twenty hands went out and called for the brooms that laid on the ground.

Aimee looked down at her broom, old ancient was more like it, bent twigs and a worn down handle. She held her hand over the object, "Up," the broom jumped into her hand and she felt the magic flow through her. She glanced around her Ron also held a broom in his hand Neville's broom quivered slightly and Hermione's had managed to roll over. Draco was holding his but she also say Madame Hooch fixing his hands. After another ten minutes all the students held brooms in their hands.

"Alright now I want all of you to mount your brooms wait for my count and then lift off don't go to high. One… Two.." Before she could get out the number three Neville had shot into the air not just hovered but literally shot. Aimee looked up in the air as Neville started to drift towards the buildings she could see he was going to slam into the brick of the castle and she knew she had to do something. It was obvious that Madame hooch wasn't going to do anything as she was trying to calm a bunch of hysterical girls. Aimee leapt on her broom and took off. "Miss Potter you get down here this instant." Of course she didn't pay any attention to her. She zipped towards Neville and grabbed ahold of him well he was only moments from slamming into the castle.

"Nev grab my hand," Neville looked over at her eyes filled with terror as he whimpered and grabbed Aimee's hand. She held on tightly pulling him from one broom to the other and then bringing them booth safely to the ground.

"Miss Potter," Madame Hooch looked positively scandalized. "What do you think you were doing?"

"Saving my friend," she glared at the older women defiantly. She could hear the Gryffindor's cheering behind. "Amethyst Dorea Potter," she heard shouted behind her and whipped around to see Professor McGonagall storming towards them. The smile then dropped from her face. "Young lady what in the world did you think you were doing,"

"I… Well…. And … Neville." She stuttered not able to look the stern head of Gryffindor in the eye.

"Professor," Neville felt a sudden burst of courage "my broom took of I was going to hit the castle she saved me."

"Be that as it may Miss Potter I'd appreciate it if you would come with me please."

"Yes mame" she lowered her head and followed McGonagall into the building. She could hear the Slytherin's laughing behind her.

Minerva herself was in wonder she'd watched from her window as Amethyst did some quick thinking saving her friend and she had an idea. She was also going to have a word with Ronalda why hadn't she went up and got the boy.

As they made their way farther and farther into the room Aimee began to wonder were in the world they were going, " they finally stopped at a door and Professor McGonagall opened it "Professor Flitwick can I request a meeting with Wood for a moment please."

"Oh of course," she heard the small charms professor. Now she was even more confused who or what was wood. She watched as a burly older boy came out of the room.

"Follow me you two." Neither seemed inclined to disobey and followed her into an unused class room Aimee throwing looks at the boy every once in a while. She led them into a classroom closing the door behind them. She turned to the two of them. "Wood I've found you a seeker," she beamed.

"What.." Wood looked shocked.

"You should have seen her she got to Mr. Longbottom before I could even blink of course you'll want to test her out but I tell you I think she's a hidden treasure."

Wood looked at the young girl more closely. "Well she does have the build of a seeker. Potter we have a team practice tomorrow I want you to come to it ok Its at nine can you make it."

"yeah," she nodded her head stunned.

"Great " she smiled turned and left leaving Minerva and Aimee in the room together.

"Well Miss Potter I'm sure your friends are eager to see you so why don't you make your way up there." Aimee's mind was still reeling as she made her way to the common room. She found her friends all huddled around the fire.

Hermione jumped to her feet when she saw the ghostly white paller of her friend. "Aimee are you ok. She asked as she guided her to the couch."

"Yeah, I think McGonagall just made me the Gryffindor seeker."

"She did what," Ron was wide eyed, but first years never make the team.

"Well I guess I'm the exception though she didn't really relish the thought of those school brooms. But she was on the Quddich team this was amazing she had felt so free in the air. She turned to Neville. "You're ok right?"

"Yeah thanks to you,"

She waved away his thanks and the four friends sat around the common room fire ignoring the rest of the house and wondering what tomorrow would bring.

A/N thanks for all the amazing reviews. Please review ok so I'm writing this chapter and it was originally going to be like the book Neville the rembrall all of it but then I got to thinking why hadn't Hooch went and got Neville before he slammed into the castle. Also for some reason the site isn't counting the hits the story gets and my email isn't getting the reviews or the updates to them not sure if it's just me or the whole site. I'll still reply to all reviews as I get them feel free to ask questions.