September 28, 1991:

Quidditch season was around the corner and that seemed to be the talk of Hogwarts. Which Harry appreciated, since it meant he wasn't. No longer was he in one-hundred percent of the schools focus.

This was the focus of young Harry as he lay in his bed wide awake at six in the morning on Saturday. Today is supposed to be their first Flying lesson, however after the first week, he found that the teachers hardly ever notice him, led alone mark as either here nor there. So he's been taking advantage of this convenient misshap. He only shows up for astronomy, and charms regularly. Where as transfiguration he will show up to one of the two classes each week. Then DADA and potions he never shows for, the only time he plans on showing is for the semester exams. Other wise he has been independently studying the subjects.

This new change of his has gone unnoticed by the staff and his family. His 'house' has noticed but only one prefect got on his case, and after ignoring them, they stopped bothering him. After the second day of not finding the kitchen, he used his time turner and went through the day a second time finding the kitchens after curfew.

Let's just say the house elves really like him.

As he continues to stare at the ceiling he debates with himself. Should I go or should I stay? Kept running through his mind. It's not like he doesn't know how to fly, or is scared to, there is just no point in having him 'relearn' something he is proficient enough in. He continues this until there is a knock on his door.

Muttering to himself, "can't a bloke get some peace and quiet." With a huff he opens the door to a friend of that prefect.

"Khali." Harry greets her.

"Potter. Here." She holds out what looks like a letter.

Seeing that his probity probe didn't go off he grabs the letter. Before he can close his door she puts her hand on the door.

"Potter."

Looking at her he arches an eyebrow.

"Look, Snape calls a house meeting once a month, and I think it would be in your best interest to attend, and the same goes for your classes. I know everyone been a little harsh but really you shouldn't let it affect your performance." Sighing she turns around and mutters, "just think on it."

Harry did not understand Elise Khali one single bit. Frankly, he hated that unlike the others she went out of her way to act like she cared. However, she did give him more to think on before two-thirty.

Before he went back to his thinking Harry looked at the letter. The front only had his name, and so flipping it over he found the Potter seal. He knew that pretty soon he would end up with something from him. He was surprised he didn't get a howler.

Opening the letter he began reading it:

To my youngest,

I would have very much loved to have sent a howler, or come there myself, and give you a good throttling boy. However, that would have not only embarrassed your mother and I, but your brother as well.

Seeing how you have successful done that for us there is no point in me furthering the shame and embarrassment upon the family name.

I was planning on disowning you, but your mother talked me out of it, on the basis that your grandmother was a slytherin herself. So, instead I have had Godrics Hollow repaired and restored. You will not be returning to the manor. I have had an elf remove all your belongings to it, and when you arrive at the station I will give you the keys, and floo address.

Remember this you are only a Potter by name and blood, step out of line, or bring anymore shame to this family, and I will remove you from the Potter line.

James C. Potter.

Harry was shocked. He was certain he was going to be completely removed from the family.

This, even under the circumstances, made Harry's day. Thus his impromptu decision making. Deciding to attend the Flying lesson, Harry began on brewing a second year potion, a sleeping draught.

September 28, 1991 [6:30PM:

Heading down to the kitchens after his 'first' Flying lesson, Harry looked back on the lesson, and decided that was the first and last time.

During the lesson Nervous Neville kicked off too early, and that resulted in a broken wrist. Madame Hooch took him to the hospital wing leaving the two houses unsupervised. Which in Harry's opinion was ridiculous and moronic of Madame Hooch.

Apparently Neville had received a remembrall from his grans, how does Harry know this? Well Malfoy picked it up and decided today of all days I'm going to be a prat. Which of course his brother stuck his nose where it didn't belong and the two went against Madame Hooch's explicit orders to stay grounded.

When James followed Malfoy into the air, Malfoy threw the ball, and James dove for it. He caught it before it could break, and now according to the rumour mill, when Mcgonagall took him from the lesson it wasn't for punishment. No instead he was awarded the starting seeker position.

Today, he decided, was not my day.

After Harry reaches the kitchens portrait, he takes a deep calming breath, and then tickles the pear. Walking in he descends the staircase and finds himself in one of his favorite places. Halting to stop Harry cant help the feeling of irritation. Sitting at the counter was Elise Khali, smiling at him.

"Potter."

Growling, "Khali."

Still smiling, "No need to be rude now. Come and sit, I want to talk to you."

Harry feels his stomach growl, he's to hungry to go to bed without food. Sighing he sits across from her.

"I'm not doing this because of you."

Elise just smirks, and asks an elf to make them a small roast. While waiting Elise turns back to him, "you know, you remind me of my older brother. Went to Hogwarts like us, he was in Hufflepuff. First in the family."

Harry just stared at her.

"He killed himself."

I couldnt find any grammar errors and im sure there is at least one, so give a shout if you find it!