Mid-November had arrived. The Forbidden Forest that outlined the grounds of Hogwarts soon became an array of bright colors, just before the leaves began to fall. Also, this marked the day Haylie would revisit the Hufflepuff graveyard for her next command. More than two weeks had passed since Damon had flashed Haylie a smile before handing her a note, which ordered her to follow its directions. Haylie was to meet the cloaked figure at the Hufflepuff graveyard, once again, and tell him or her the passwords of all four houses. Although, she knew how dangerous it would be to risk the lives of her friends, even her own life, Haylie knew that she must go through with the person's orders.

"Haylie...come on! We're gonna be late for breakfast," Hermione's voice called, awaking Haylie from her dream. A busy Hermione was running back and forth from her room to Haylie's room, trying to wake everyone up.

"What are you doing?" Haylie grunted, lifting herself up on her elbows and rubbing her itchy eyes. In the bed beside her lay Corinne, who was also yawning and fighting to fully emerge from the deep realms of sleep. Eileen was already dressed in her robes and applying her pale blush and mascara. Haylie smiled. Eileen seemed to be the only first-year who wore any sort of make-up besides chap stick. Maybe that was because of her very adult childhood. Eileen's mother always believed that young girls should be proper and lady-like and should express those qualities through speech and appearance. Unfortunately, Eileen hadn't always been the little darling her mother had wished. In fact, Eileen even now seemed to be outspoken and a kind of rebel.

"Where's Hermione? I just heard her," Haylie mumbled grumpily, hoisting her heavy blanket off her body. Finally, done her applying, Eileen glanced at Haylie and smiled as she began to lock her make-up back in her jewelry box.

"She said she went to wake up Ginny and Luna," Eileen said, "Odd names they have don't they?" At that moment Hermione entered the room. A frown appeared on her face when she saw the mascara tube clamped in Eileen's fingers.

"You are too young for make-up," Hermione told her, though she seemed to do nothing about it. Eileen just shrugged her shoulders and dropped the black cylinder in her ebony jewelry box. Then she slowly closed the lid and traveled into the lavatory. Once she was out of sight Hermione rolled her eyes and continued her path to the closet. Haylie watched as Hermione opened the closet doors and began to rummage through the wardrobe, not stopping till she had successfully removed Corinne and Haylie's robes from their hangers and placed each girl's uniforms on the ends of their beds. Instantly, after she had laid Haylie's outfit across her bed Hermione rushed out of the room, not saying a word to the girls.

"Your sister is weird," Corinne muttered absentmindedly, beginning to push herself out of bed. Just as Haylie was about to pick up her skirt, Eileen emerged from the bathroom, a small golden key in her hand. She went to the bureau and inserted the key into the tiny lock on the outside. Haylie could hear the familiar clicking sound that assured all three girls that the ebony jewelry box was locked and secure.

"Alright children, lets begin our very exciting class," Professor Drummel chirped excitedly, "I know you are all excited that we will finally be riding our brooms today. Are we excited children?"

"Yes, Professor Drummel," everyone said in unison, silently laughing at the new flying professor. Haylie bit her lip nervously, looking down at her broom, which was lying amidst the grassy fields of Hogwarts. To be completely honest, Haylie did not want to get on her old, torn up broom. She was scared to death of falling, and scared to death of heights.

"Miss Granger! Are you paying attention?" Professor Drummel's abnormally high pitched voice rang. Haylie shuddered, but gathered her composure and assured the old woman that she was fine.

"Well, everyone...have a great time and remember if you feel uneasy or sick just fly down here and we can transport you to the nurses office. Everyone ready? One...two..." Everybody took off. At once Haylie could feel a rush run through her tingling body and she tried her hardest not to look down. Beside her she could see Eileen laughing and lifting her hands off the shaky broom.

"This is actually fun," Haylie yelled, smiling. Her hair swirled in the wind. She felt alive and free for the first time in two weeks. The cloaked figure couldn't harm her up here.

" Woooooooohoooooooo," Haylie screamed, high-fiving Corinne, who flew beside her. The rush that continued to flow through her limbs ignited a flame deep inside her, a spark of ambition and a sense of a risk taker that had been hidden throughout her eleven years of life. This spark caused her to do the unimaginable. Haylie flipped over on her broom. She performed flips, twirls, and many other tricks she felt Hermione would have a heart-attack even seeing them .

"Haylie Granger! Come down here!" a voice yelled from below her. Once Haylie flew closer to the ground she could see Professor McGonagall, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley all staring her way.

"Oh no," Haylie fearfully whispered, closing her eyes and taking a long, deep breath. She lowered to the ground and looked back up towards the sky, where she saw dozens of students flying on their brooms. As she gazed up at the moving figures she felt a twinge of self-confidence, seeing that no other person had attempted to perform tricks in the manner she had.

"Miss Granger I'm astounded at how well you were flying up there," Professor McGonagall said, a huge smile appearing on her face, "Almost as well as Mr. Potter, here, did his first year."

"Thank You Professor," Haylie said, loving the attention she was receiving. Ohmigosh, are they gonna ask me to be on the Quidditch team, Haylie thought instantly. She glanced over at her sister's two best friends, both wearing similar smiles to those of Haylie and Professor McGonagall.

"I am thinking that maybe we should train you harder," Professor McGonagall continued, receiving nods of agreement from both Harry and Ron, "Next year some of our players will be leaving Hogwarts and we will need new team members to fill their spots. You would be a perfect chaser, or maybe even a beater. If we start to train you now, we may be able to use you as a replacement this year if someone gets hurt. Also, next year when we place you on the team we can beat the living daylights out of Slytherin!" Professor McGonagall punched her fist in the air, narrowly missing Ron's nose.

"That would be great professor," Haylie replied excitedly.

"Great. Now Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter have volunteered to help work with you three nights a week. I know that you and your sister are very close with them so you will be able to choose which nights you wish to begin with," Professor McGonagall began to turn around, "Now continue with your class."

"Okay! Thank you!" Haylie yelled, taking one last leap of joy before jumping back on her broom and flying sharply into the air.

"This is gonna be so fun!" Haylie said, after telling her sister about her spot on the Quidditch team, "I'm practically guaranteed a spot next year! I can't believe it!"

"You deserved it Haylie," Harry told her, lifting a chicken leg off his full plate.

"Yeah you're really good," Ron added, gulping his pumpkin juice. Haylie smiled and started to consume her dinner.

"I'm really happy for you Hay," Hermione said, giving Haylie a small hug, "I'm sure you'll be wonderful next year."

"What's going on?" a squeaky voice whispered from beside Haylie. She turned around and saw Elvin looking at her nervously.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted you," Elvin whispered, lowering his head, "I didn't mean to."

"Oh no Elvin you didn't interrupt anyone," Haylie turned in her seat to face him, "You know how Professor McGonagall called me down from my broom today?" Elvin stared at her blankly.

"Yeah...I think so."

"Well she says that I have enough skills as a flyer to probably make Quidditch tryouts next year! So she wants me to train with Harry and Ron so I can be in tip top shape next year. She really wants to beat Slytherin." Haylie finished and took a deep breath. As always Elvin seemed a bit lost. He looked at Haylie as if he was confused and maybe even a bit upset.

"That's great Haylie," Elvin mumbled, picking at his mashed potatoes with his fork.

"Are you alright Elvin?" Haylie asked, worried that she had upset him enough for him to cry. What is he upset about anyway?

"Yeah...I just wish I could be that good and then maybe..."Elvin paused awkwardly, "Maybe i could make the Quidditch team. I've never been very good at anything besides my grades and every sports team I tried out for when I was little...I just never made the cut." This statement made Haylie feel incredibly guilty. Elvin didn't seem like the sports type. Then again, he seemed to really love the game of Quidditch. Suddenly a wonderful idea flashed in Haylie's mind

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"I know," Haylie said excitedly, "Why don't you train with me, Harry and Ron! I'm sure we could help you make the team next year as well!" Elvin's eyes seemed to light up.

"Yeah!...but only if it isn't a problem for you...I don't wanna be a problem," Elvin added sheepishly. Haylie shook her head. In fact it would be fun to have Elvin train with her. It would make her and him feel much better.

"Okay, well we start tomorrow night at 5:30pm. Don't be late," Haylie said continuing on with her dinner. Elvin agreed. Haylie couldn't help but notice that all through the remaining dining period, Elvin seemed happy and jumpy. Maybe my life is changing, Haylie thought happily.