See? I TOLD you I would give you a better version of the crap that got posted yesterday. I apologize for any story alert you gained, I really really do, and i am currently boycotting the movie (at least the first one) because it didn't help.

Anyway, without further ado:

Vespertilio

Le Chapitre Quatre

Having broom riding lessons for first years was a privilege, not a right. And for some, like the muggle borns or those who never wanted to, it was a new experience. For others, mainly from the older wizarding families, or those who are half and half whose muggle parents were okay with their spouse's magically side, it was simply a time to show off to their classmates and friends.

And while Jackie and Franz were from the same family, Jackie had a distinct dislike of brooms in general, whereas Franz heavily adored it. So Jackie was eyeing her broom with trepidation when Madame Hooch marched through the double line they had made (Gryffindors on one side and Slytherins on the other, of course.).

"Good afternoon , class." She boomed out.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." Madame hooch was slightly strange in appearance, with silver-grey hair and hawk yellow eyes, she moved with purpose, and gave them all a no-nonsense type of look.

Standing at the front of the line, she gave them all a tight smile. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick." Hands placed firmly at her waist, she struck them all as an… impatient woman. "Come on now, hurry up." Everyone firmly by their brooms, she told them the next thing to do. "Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'Up'!"

Jackie simply stared at her broom as all around her brooms leaped into the waiting hands of her fellow first years."Ms. Folet! What are you doing?" Madame Hooch demanded, yellow eyes firmly on the black haired girl.

"I don't exactly think this is a good thing, Professor." She told their instructor with no hint of shame.

Hooch gave her a calculating look, not believing the girl. "Oh? And why is that?"

Franz smiled lightly at the instructor. "Jackie's a bit of a jinx around brooms, ma'am. Bad things happen. People get hurt. Things get broken. And while she's sitting happily atop her broom, chaos is all around her."

Giving a snort, Madame Hooch glared at the girl glaring at the broom. "Well, while I don't doubt your words Mr. Bonnefoy, she'll simply have to get over it. Ms. Folet!" Hard green eyes snapped up to glare at their professor. "Get on with it!"

Jacquleane sighed and raised her hand above her broom. At the command word it rose to greet her happily. Malfoy smirked at her from across the line. "Scared, Folet?" His goons chortled quietly.

She roled her eyes and pursed her lips, still not taking her eyes off the broom in her palm. "Qui, you Neanderthal." She snarled, her accent becoming noticeable.

Malfoy sneered at her before dragging the attention of his entourage to another and picking fun at them.

Madame Hooch strode slowly through the lines. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom I want you to mount it." All of them followed through as she shouted out tips. She gave a firm nod to Jackie, who had opened her mouth to protest again, prompting her to follow through with her directions with a large amount of hesitancy. "Grip it tight! You don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly, and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two,-" she blew the whistle and almost immediately Neville's feet rose from the ground, but instead of the control that was supposed to be given an expression of abject fear crossed his face and he slowly rose higher and higher, whimpers of distress leaving his lips.

"Mr. Longbottom." Madame Hooch said, prompting him to try and lower himself, but instead he moved higher, unable to land. "Mist-Mr. Longbottom!" Madame Hooch exclaimed moving her hands up to try and steady the broom herself, but to no avail.

Neville swung his legs a little, demanding it go down up it only rose up off the ground, Neville yelling in panic as he now gripped it tight, trying to not fall. "Come back down this instant!" Madame hooch demanded, but it was soon shown that he had no control as soon he was barely hanging on, being swung from one side to the other. Then he was running into the castle wall multiple times, front-to-back, before dive bombing what had quickly become a cluster of fearing watchers, Madame Hooch pulled out her wand, but was not quick enough and had to dive out of the way. Neville flew through one of the arches only to go over the battlement and be caught on one of the spears that a statue was hold. Dangling precariously by the edge of his cloak, it began to tear. Falling about two stories, his cloak was once again caught by a wall sconce. This time he fell out of the cloak itself and into a broken pile on the ground beneath it.

"Everyone out of the way!" Madame hooch bellowed as she raced through the small mass of students to Neville. She lifted him up, one hand on his forearm, another on his wrist, only to gentle her hold when he cried out in pain. "Oh, dear," She fussed, "It's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now up you get. " She turned stern yellow eyes on the rest of her class. "Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch.'" She began to walk purposefully to the infirmary, but paused for a moment and looked back at the cluster of students. "And Ms. Folet!"

Wide green eyes, turned their attention from the injured boy to the professor. "Ma'am?"

"Please hand your broom to Mr. Bonnefoy."

Laughter was dragged out of the waiting people while Jackie gave a small smile. "Yes, Ma'am."

Malfoy walked into the middle of the students, a gleeful smirk on his face, and something round clasped in his palm. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lug had given this a squeeze," he held Neville's remembrall up for all to see, "He'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

The Slytherins laughed gleefully, but Harry stepped up. "Give it here, Malfoy."

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." he stepped onto the tail of his broom and gripping it tightly with his free hand he hovered, tauntingly holding out the remembrall. Making a circle around the group with the awed eyes of many a student on him. "How bout on the roof?" He took the proper form for when one is on a broom and sped up and into the sky. Turning back around to gaze at the crowd he taunted Harry. "What's the matter, Potter? A bit beyond your reach?"

A determined look graced his face and he mounted his broom. Hermione played devils advocate to a 'T.' "Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides! You don't even know how to fly!"

Harry proved her wrong by rocketing off into the sky with a vengeance. "What an idiot."

Watching the two rivals duking it out above the grounds, Franz threw a companionable arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Oh let it go Hermione. Let them have their fun!"

"Besides," Jackie sidled up to Hermione's other side with a dark smirk and her arms crossed. "One of them is bound to get hurt. I want to know who!"

Ron gave her a disbelieving look from the corner of his eye as he watched Draco cock back his arm and toss the remembrall far, Harry rush after it. "You're a sadist, you know that?"

She gave him a dark look that had him paling beneath his myriad of freckles. "I don't just know it, I'm proud of it. But," She continued on a lighter note, ignoring the betrayed muttering from the Gryffindors behind her. "I do hope that the blonde rat falls off his broom."

Ron grunted his acquiesce and scooted away from his apparently demented fellow classmate. Turning back to the overhead duel, they saw Harry make a miraculous save, stopping both himself and the remembrall from shattering against a wall.

Harry drifted down and the mass of Gryffindors ran to greet him, only from him to be called back by McGonagall. Amidst much protesting and declarations of his innocence ("It was Malfoy's fault Professor!") he was swept away.

Draco, now thoroughly surrounded by his fellow Slytherins, laughed gleefully. The mass of Gryffindors moved in threateningly to the Slytherins, but Madame Hooch came in at the most inopportune moment, stopping the fight before it began.

The lesson resumed on as before, except this time Jackie was rather happily watching from beside Madame Hooch, clapping as Hermione efficiently rode a broom for the first time and laughing as Malfoy nearly fell several times due to the "accidental" bumps from some of the first year Gryffindor's more experienced Fliers.

Jackie was staring at Harry with equal parts incredulousness and shock, while Franz was gawping at Harry, giving them all a disgustingly clear look into his half-filled mouth. Harry had just told them, along with Ron and Hermione (who still played the part of devil's advocate), what Professor McGonagall had done and said.

Surprisingly enough, Ron found his words first. "You're joking. Seeker?" He demanded, "But first years never -"

Franz cut him off, not even feeling the slightest bit ashamed that he was speaking in a conversation he wasn't supposed to be hear. "You must be the youngest house player in a-in a-" He floundered, searching his mind desperately for the word, his arms flailing around him in a bout of hyperactive inability.

Harry grinned and decided to graciously save his fellow Gryffindor. "The youngest in a century. Wood told me."

Eating in the resounding silence (that wasn't really silence as they were in the Great Hall), Hrry offered them more information. "I start training next week," He then became stern with his classmates, even eyeing the ones he knew were listening when they shouldn't have been. "Only don't tell anyone. Wood wants it kept a secret."

Jackie finally got over her spell of speechlessness, indignation overtaking her former emotions. "Wnhat do you take us for?" She demanded, making a conscious effort to keep her voice down and her accent in control. "We aren't Slytherins!" She hissed at him, reminding them all ironically of a spitting snake, and Harry had the decency to look sorry for what his words implied, and was able to mutter out a apology before Fred and George Weasley swaggered into the hall and were at his side post haste.

Jackie huffed indignantly but nodded and then jabbed Franz hard in the side for kicking her.

It was quickly becoming obvious to those of the Gryffindor house that Jacquleane had distinct anger issues despite being cold to those she couldn't claim to know. Earlier in Charms she had hissed out a sting of insults to cruel to another boy in their year Owen O'Connell for simply speaking during the class that the boy was stricken by fear in her very presence. Franz had apologized for her, but he made it known that the only way they would be in the same room was if he didn't know she was there or if she was tied down. But when Owen had suddenly fell silent and paled significantly, Franz was dismayed to see Jackie glaring at the boy with a distinct dislike (that could easily be mistaken for hatred or blood lust if you didn't know her well), her green eyes flashing. She had opened her mouth, ready to give the boy a tongue lashing that would leave burns, before closing her mouth, glaring harder and flouncing off with Hermione to their next class. Owen had to be escorted to Madame Pomfrey and treated for stress.

In fact, what the Sorting Hat had said was coming true, most of the people within the Gryffindor house had already decided to give the French girl her space. Other first years were tense in her presence, both disliking her greatly (for Owen was much loved) and slightly fearing her. Older students were iffy about her as well, but only that as they didn't share anything but a Great Hall and a Common room with a girl.

Franz was contemplating this very fact, when he noticed some of the people in their year whom he had seen Owen speaking to lock their eyes onto Jackie's turned back before picking up speed and all but running past her, obviously afraid that her acid tongue would lash out should they garner her attention. Franz furrowed his brow, and contemplated commenting on it, when he saw Malfoy strut up to the table with Crabbe and Goyle at his sides, a malevolent smirk adorning his face.

He managed to alert Jackie to their arrival but he could do nothing else as the Slytherin was already upon them.

"Having a last meal Potter?" He sneered at the bespectacled boy before him, malicious glee tingeing his words. "When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"

Harry, very gallantly in Franz' opinion, didn't rise to the very obvious comeback. "You're a lot braver not that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you." He snapped back out at Draco, appearing completely unflustered at the rather sudden exchange of insults.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Jackie smirk approvingly, not even trying to hide the fact that she was watching the proceedings with interest.

"I'd take you on anytime on my own," Malfoy barked, just short of letting anger coat his tone, "Tonight if you want. Wizard's duel." He challenged. "Wands only - no contact." He smirked cruelly, catching the confused gleam in Harry's eyes before he could mask it. "What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"

Ron was quick to snap to the rescue, which was rather golden timing because Franz was able to tell Harry did not make the greatest liar. "Of course he has. I'm his second," He told the blonde with a enough confidence to make it real. "Who's yours?"

The blonde boy turned analytical eyes on his companions. "Crabbe." He told the group with decisiveness, still eyeing his choice. Lips pursed in a smirk he turned confident eyes on the people at the table listening. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room. That's always unlocked." After confirming it with Harry he walked off, a gleam in his eye.

Harry immediately turned to Ron. "What's a wizard's duel? And what do you mean, you're my second?" Harry questioned urgently.

Franz grinned and happily interjected himself into the conversation again. "A wizard's duel is, obviously, a duel between wizards using only magic. Hand to hand combat and sneak attacks are expressly forbidden and can be punished with both death, a mark on your wizarding records held by the Ministry of Magic, a short sentence at Azkaban, or all of the above depending upon the severity of your infringement of the rules and the importance of the duel." He recited, rather cheerfully at that.

Ron picked up the second question. "And a second's there to take over if you die." He said it so casually, that he was quick to reassure his friend at the panicked expression on his face. "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with proper wizards!" Ron shot Franz a harried look and the blonde was quick to nod and back up the ginger's words. "The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you know enough magic to do any real damage." He sent a scathing at Malfoy who was seated at the Slytherin table. "I bet he expected y to refuse, anyway."

Harry looked at Ron and Franz with worried eyes. "And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?" He demanded the two.

Franz shrugged. "Punch him in the nose?" He was gifted with two incredulous looks. "What? This is only a school yard fight!"

"Excuse me." They looked up to see Hermione scowling at them. Jackie was at her side, holding her books with one arm and looking at Harry with something akin to reluctant exultation.

"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" Ron demanded hotly, only to be ignored.

"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night," She stressed, brown eyes boring into Harry's, "Think of the point you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It's really very selfish of you."

"And it's really none of your business." Harry shot back, annoyed that she was adding more to his worries.

Hermione huffed and walked off.

Franz grinned at the remaining female. "Well, we know Hermione's stance on it, but Jackie," He directed begging blue eyes to his cousin, "Well, you wouldn't mind giving some pointers from the hexes you've learned, would you?"

Jackie outright laughed. "No. Oh, no. While I fully support the duel, you'll more than likely have them backfire, and I don't feel like giving the Twat another reason to laugh. Franz, you and these two are on your own, though I urge you to ignore her." She directed the last bit towards Harry and Ron.

"Already done." Ron snorted. Jackie gave a small laugh and smirked darkly, making the ginger freeze up before waving at Franz and Harry and strutting off to follow Hermione to the Library. As she exited the hall, Ron gave a deep sigh of relief and then gazed beseechingly at Franz. "Why is it that everytime she smiles like that I feel like I'm about to die? I think she's gonna kill me!" He cried.

Franz and Harry just laughed, despite the wounded looks they received from their friend.

Jackie was roused from her bed when she heard the rustling of covers, and blearily glanced over to Hermione pulling on a pink bathrobe and some slippers.

"Going somewhere, Cher?" Jackie smirked drowsily at the distinct jump she saw before Hermione turned to her, her hazel eyes wide.

The Brunette took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm going to try to stop them from going. They'll make Slytherin win the house cup. I don't know how long I'll be out, they may have left already, so don't wait up."

Jackie nodded silently, and sleepily rubbed her eye. "If you have to go outside the common room, try to listen before you move. And try not to show your shadow. You'll be found and then you'll have lost us all the point you got us earlier." She told her friend, face already firmly planted into the pillow. She sighed. "Bonne nuit."

Hermione gave her already dozing friend a smile just before she left the dorm. "Bonne Nuit, Jackie."

Jackie startled awake at the sound of someone tripping over a trunk, and rolled over to be met with the wide fearful eyes of Hermione. Immediately, she latched onto Hermione and all but dragged her to the bathroom. The charmed candles immediately flickered to life and Jackie was able to get a good look at her friend. Her face was red with exertion, and was wet with sweat, which had also plastered her hair onto her forehead. Her robe was hanging off one arm and her slippers were dirty and scuffed. Her entire body seemed to be shaking, and her eyes were filled with tears that did not fall.

After a particular hard shake, Hermione took a rather shaky breath, and broke down, clinging to the Jackie.

Jackie froze for a few moments before allowing her nurturing side take precedence, hugging the other irl around the shoulders and softly telling her that everything was okay. It took about ten minutes for her to calm down, but Jackie was finally able to get an explanation.

When Hermione had gone down the stairs she didn't find Harry or Ron, but Franz, saying that he wanted to wish them good luck. They had talked for a bit, but them Harry and Ron had come down and after Franz had wished them luck and walked back up to his room, Hermione had tried to talk them out of it, following them out of the common room. When she tried to go back, she found out that the Fat Lady wasn't there and that Neville had been sitting outside the common room for a while. Because they couldn't go back in, and staying there would've gotten them caught, she and Neville followed Harry and Ron to the trophy room, but after staying there for ten minutes, they didn't see Malfoy and his minions but Filch and Mrs. Norris.

Running away after Ron had toppled a suit of armor, they had hid in an abandoned room just off the Charms corridor. But the room had (and she had broke down a little here in her story, all but forcing out the words through her tears) some kind of three headed dog in it, with three heads, and if they hadn't moved fast enough they would've been mauled and maybe killed.

They had ran as fast as they could through the hallways, not even bothering to hide themselves, and all but leapt into the common room after the Fat Lady had opened the door.

Here she burst into tears again and Jackie hugged her, reassuring Hermione that 'No, it isn't going to leave the room, you'll be safe as long as you stay away from it.' and 'Why on earth would they expel the smartest student they've had in decades? You'll be fine.'

After managing to calm her down she got Hermione into bed and fell asleep herself, the resolve to ask Neville how he was and a deep desire to kick Malfoy where the sun don't shine rolling around her head.

Bonne Nuit - Good Night

Qui - Yes

Better, yes? Please? I hope! Just so you know Owen O'Connell is an actual character of the Harry Potter franchise, and is approximated to be part of Harry's year, so I put him here as a first year. He made a debut during the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts.

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Dethia