The great game of Quiditch
This was the Gryfindor's and Slytherin's second flying lesson. Harry went down to the dinning hall and sat down in his unofficial assigned seat next to Bryn. He'd started to like her company a lot. She didn't really act like anyone here. She acts like, well, herself. She doesn't pretend to be anyone she isn't, and Harry liked that about her. She was -
"Harry?" Interrupted Bryn. "Are you okay? Do I have something on my face?" She asked. She wiped diligently at the corners of her mouth. Harry hadn't realized he was staring at her.
"No. No, you look fine." Said Harry. He looked across the table and saw Hermione engrossed in a book. Ron was finishing his breakfast.
"Hermione," Ron said. " you can't learn how to fly a broom by reading a book about it. You have to just..." He paused. "Feel it."
"FEEL it?" Hermione looked up from her book. " and how in the world am I going to FEEL it? Huh Ron? It's not that simple!" She slammed her book shut and ran off with it.
"She's completely mental I tell you." Ron said to no one in particular. "Mental."
"Hey look!" Said a small dark boy named Dean. "Neville's got a Remembrall!"
The ball turned a violent shade of red.
"What does it do?" Bryn asked.
"It turns red if you've forgot anything." Ron said. "Truly brilliant!" He looked amazed.
Malfoy was walking past the Gryfindor table and snatched it out of Neville's hands.
"Hey! Give it back!" Said Neville. He was looking scared and timid.
"Mr. Malfoy," professor McGonagall said. Return the ball to it's rightful owner, Mr. Longbottom."
Malfoy gave it back to Neville. "Just looking." He said, and with that he stalked off.
•. •. •.
"Okay everyone! Lift your brooms like I taught you last week!"
There was a series of 'up' said by the students, but like last week Harry and Bryn were the first to get their brooms off of the ground.
"Nicely done Gryfindor! 5 points to you!" Said madam Hooch. " Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three - two -"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.*
"Neville!" Yelled Madam Hooch. "Get back down this instant!"
He was slowly going higher.
"Help! Help!" He yelled.
And suddenly he was on the ground yelping in pain.
"Ow! My wrist!" Neville cried.
"It's okay. It'll be fine. But I'm afraid it's broken. I'm going to have to take you to the hospital wing." Madam Hooch said. "Everyone stay on the ground while I get this young man to the infirmary!" She turned around and lead Neville away.
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry.*
"Ohh, Potter. Gonna talk smart with me?" Malfoy said.
"Stop it!" Bryn said.
"You better learn to control your little pets Potter. Especially that little Mudblood American girlfriend of yours." Malfoy snickered at his own joke. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about - up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!"
Before Harry could react Bryn was already in the air heading after Malfoy. She sped up behind him and took the ball from his hands.
"You little-" Malfoy couldn't continue.
"Harry! Catch!" She threw the ball to Harry.
Harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the air and then start to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down - next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball
- wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of people watching - he stretched out his hand - a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled
gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.*
"HARRY POTTER AND BRINLEY MILLER!" Bryn and Harry looked up and saw Professor McGonagall sprinting towards them.
"What was that!" She yelled at both of them. "You could have ended up in the infirmary! Or even worse, died!"
"But-" Ron and a few others protested.
"That's enough! Harry and Brinley! Follow me."
•. •. •.
Bryn and Harry were sure they were being expelled. It's only been a few days and they were both going home. Professor McGonagall went inside a classroom.
"May I borrow Mr. Wood please?"
A burly boy that looked about 15 came out of the room.
"Follow me." The professor said. " All three of you." She led them down the corridor into an empty classroom. She shut the door and turned towards Wood. "I've found you your missing chaser and seeker!"
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