This chapter is just some of the scenes while Kelsey, and Harry were in First Year.
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Harry sat next to Percy Weasley at their table for their feast. "Percy? He asked. "Who's that talking to Professor Quirrell?"
Kelsey looked up from the drumstick, she'd been chewing on. "Who?"
Harry pointed the teacher table. "Him."
"That's Professor Snape." Percy answered.
"What's he teach?" Kelsey asked as she, and Harry continued to stare at Professor Snape.
"Potions." Percy answered again. "But everyone knows it's the Defense Against The Dark Arts post he really wants."
"Not everyone knows that part." Kelsey stated. "I mean all the first years don't know that."
"She has a point Perc." Fred, and George Weasley said in union.
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Harry, and Kelsey were sitting in Potions Class. Harry and Hermione were sitting together at a table, and Kelsey was sitting with Seamus Finnigan. The door to the class burst open and Professor Snape breezed in.
"There will be no foolish-wand waving or silly incantations in this class." He said as he walked all the way to the front and turned around to face the students. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making." His eyes combed the class. "I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquid that creep through the human veins, bewitching the minds, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
Everyone was staring and all was silent, listening to Professor Snape. Snape's eyes landed on a certain student.
"Mr. Potter." Professor Snape said with no emotion. "Our new Celebrity."
The Slytherins laughed, as Snape walked up to stand in front of Harry. "Tell me, Mr. Potter." He started. "What would I get if I add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Kelsey made a face as Hermione's hand shot up.
"I don't know." Harry answered honestly.
"Hmm ... where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Kelsey looked at Seamus with confustion, but he looked just as confused, as once again Hermione's hand shot up.
"I'm not sure." Harry shook his head.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
Again, Hermione's hand shot up, an again Snape ignored her.
"I don't know, sir."
"Pity." Snape muttered. "I guess fame isn't everthing."
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"Welcome to your first flying lesson!" Madame Hooch announced, as all the first years stood in two lines facing each other as they stood on the Quiddtich field, both lines had a broom beside each student. "To pick up your broom, place your hand above the broom and say 'up!'"
Everyone did as instructed, and it took awhile for everyone to get their broom.
"Up!" Ron ordered his broom, which flew up and smacked him right in the face. Kelsey, Harry, and Dean Thomas laughed.
"Shut up." Ron grouched as he rubbed his forehead.
A few more minutes, everyone had their broom.
"Now you will mound our broom, and when I blow my whistle, I want you all to push gently off the ground for a moment and return to the ground."
As soon as Madame Hooch blew her whistle, Neville slowly began to rise off the ground.
"Mr. Longbottom, what do you think you're doing?"
Neville cried for help as the broom started to rise higher and higher off the ground.
"Neville!" Harry, and Kelsey yelled after him as he soared through the air with a jynixed broom. All the Gryffindors ran after him, but suddenly the broom flew straight over the castle and Neville fell off it, catching himself momentarily on ledges, before falling onto the ground.
"Everyone out of my way!" Madame Hooch yelled as she ran through the crowd of students, and they parted to make a path for the teacher, so she could make her way over to Neville.
"Everyone stay where you are!" Madame Hooch ordered as she wrapped her arm around Neville, and started to lead him away. "You are to all stay on the ground. If I see any brooms in the air, you'll be out of here faster then you can Quiddich." She walked off the field with Neville.
Draco Malfoy bent down to pick up a round object. "Did you see his face?" He asked the Slytherins. "Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd remember to fall on his fat ass."
All the Slytherins laughed.
"Give it here, Malfoy!" Harry ordered as he took a few steps towards Malfoy, who turned to him.
"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Malfoy leaned on his broom and he flew with grace around everyone. "How about on the roof?" He flew to the air. "What's wrong Potter?" He mocked as he tossed the ball in the air and caught it. "A bit beyond your reach?"
Harry got on his broom.
"Harry, no way!" Hermione yelled as she walked over to him. "You heard what Mademe Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly."
Harry flew off after Malfoy.
"You were saying Hermione?" Kelsey smirked, as Ron stood beside her.
Harry flew over to Malfoy. "Give it here Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" He threatened.
"Is that so?" Malfoy laughed, Harry reached for the Remembrall , but Malfoy did a circle to easily avoid him. "Go get it then." He threw it as hard as he could. And Harry flew off after it.
Harry cought the ball before it smashed into Professor McGonagall's window, smiling he flew down to join his classmates - the Gryffindors cheering, all congratulating him.
"Harry Potter!" A voice yelled, and the cheering quickly stopped as everyone turned to see Professor McGonagall. "Come with me." She ordered.
Harry looked worried as he quickly followed her, and the Slytherins all smirked.
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"A Seeker?" Ron exclaimed. "But First Years never make the team." He was amazed. "You must be the youngest Skeeker in."-
"A centrey." Harry interuped. "According to McGonagall."
Suddenly Fred, and George came walking up behind them. "Hey congratulations, Harry." Fred said. "Woods just told us."
"Fred, and George are on the team too." Ron explained. "Beaters."
"Our job, is to make sure that you don't get bloody up so bad." George added.
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Kelsey splashed the running water on her face, before looking up into the mirror as she turned off the water. The memories had just came crashing into her like a hard wave.
"Kelsey!" Her Grandfather called from out in the hallway, a knocking came after. "Are you alright in there?"
"Fine!" Kelsey yell. "Just." She paused as she looked around the small bathroom. "Just finishing up!"
Wiping her damp face with a towel, she looked at herself in the mirror again. Satisfied, she walked over to the door and opened it to find not just her grandfather, but Bucky as well. Both giving her strange looks.
"What?" She asked with worry.
"You were in there for a full two hours." Bucky replied. "Are you sure you're ok?"
Kelsey bobbed her head. "Yep! I'm fine!" She moved away from them. "Gotta go, meeting Harry at the park." With that she rushed past them.
"I don't think I'll ever understand her." Her Grandfather shook his head.
Bucky looked at him. "She's a kid. Are all kids suppose to be understanding?"
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I'm so, so, so, so very sorry I haven't updated in a long time!
