Harry stared up at the canopy of his bed in Ravenclaw Tower listening, waiting for his roommates to fall asleep. In some ways Hogwarts had been everything Harry had dreamt it would be and more. Most of the professors were world renowned experts in their field and were a wealth of knowledge. The library was magnificent, and Harry planned to spend far more time in there, especially once he figured out a way into the restricted section. He had also met so many new people, many of whom he would call friends. However, three things had stopped Hogwarts from being perfect. First, Professor Snape seemed to hate him. Which didn't necessarily surprise Harry as the man was a former death eater, at least according to Dora. Second, Professor Quirell was a terrible professor. He stuttered all the time which made it difficult to understand him and made the lessons take forever, and he seemed to be scared of his own shadow. Quirell also smelled terribly of garlic, which was rather distracting. There was also the fact that Harry's scar almost always hurt during the class, which was quite odd. Third, Harry wasn't technically allowed to fly outside of the, few and far between, flying lessons that were mandatory for first years. But that was why Harry was waiting for his roommates to fall asleep, he had a plan.
Finally, Harry heard Kevin's breathing even out. The boy had been the last to fall asleep, with Terry unsurprisingly being the first. Harry quietly removed his covers and grabbed his wand. He slipped on his shoes and moved as quietly as he could to the large window that was between Terry and his beds. He cracked the window open and looked back to see if he had woken anyone. The room was quiet, no one was awake. Harry opened the window fully, cool autumn air rushed inside and ruffled his sleeping clothes. Harry crawled up onto the windowsill and stood to his full height. The window was so large that he still had at least half his height left in head space. A smile slipped onto his face as he took in the view. He was far enough up that he could make out the lights that came from Hogsmeade, and the Forbidden Forest almost looked small. It was beautiful. He raised his wand.
"Accio School Broom!" exclaimed Harry. He felt a slight pull on his magic as the broom he had used for the lesson today flew towards him. His heart was pounding in his chest from the excitement. A thought came to him as the broom neared, and his smile grew wider. He could feel the broom speeding towards him, and with a quiet chuckle he stepped past the windowsill and fell from the tower.
The wind whipped around him as he fell, he couldn't help the laughter that escaped him, though he could only just hear it over the air rushing past him. This was far better than jumping from the roof of the manor. He looked over to the lake and couldn't help, but to marvel at the beauty of the moonlight reflecting off of it. The broom was coming closer, but he still had a moment to enjoy his free fall. He curled in on himself and flipped through the air, the laughter came easily. He loved the feeling of flying and falling. He gripped his wand tighter, the spell on his lips just in case. Gellert had insisted that if he was going to be this idiotic, as the man had put it, then he should know how to save himself.
The broom was near. Harry stopped his flipping and flattened himself to the best of his ability, slowing greatly. Then he could sense it. He stuck out his left hand, grabbing the broom and pulling it under him, and then straining the school broom to its breaking point, pulled out of the freefall. He laughed as he saw he still had room to spare before he hit the ground, he'd have to remember that for next time.
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Terry woke with a start from his nightmare, which had been a rather terrifying dream about Snape and Mcgonagall teaming up to make him fail out of Hogwarts, because he had heard Harry's voice. Terry pulled his curtain back, and saw that his friend was standing in the windowsill wand in hand. Terry watched his friend for a moment. Harry was probably moping over the fact that he couldn't go out flying, Harry was probably the closest Terry had ever seen to someone being addicted to flying.
Harry chuckled. Perhaps he knew Terry was awake, Harry was weirdly observant like that. Then his friend took a step out the window and fell. Terry yelled his best mate's name while rushing to the window to try and grab him, hoping beyond hope that he could save him. But Harry was already falling, his friend was trying to kill himself. Terry's heart pounded in his chest he needed to save his friend.
Terry sprinted out the door of the dorm, just barely noticing that Anthony, Michael, and Kevin were now awake. Terry scrambled down the stairs nearly falling at least half a dozen times. Some older students were awake in the common room, and most noticed that something was wrong as they stood from their seats and called out to him. Terry didn't notice, he just needed to get help. He tried to climb up the girl's stairs to get Penny, she was a prefect, she could get help, she could save Harry. The stairs suddenly turned into a slide and an alarmed blared noisily. Terry tumbled down landing awkwardly on his arse. This damn thing was stopping him from saving Harry!
"What are you doing?!" demanded someone as they grabbed Terry from behind.
"Harry threw himself from the window! He needs help!" shouted Terry. He looked back towards the girls' dorms and saw that most were coming down.
"Penny! It's Harry! We need Flitwick!" shouted Terry at the older girl. The blonde suddenly went pale as a ghost before she broke into a run to the slide.
"I'm already here, Mr Boot," said Flitwick from the entrance of the common room. Terry whirled around.
"Harry jumped from the window! We need to go!" Terry yelled as he barreled past the professor and down the stairs. They had to save Harry!
Terry ran as fast as he could down to the base of the tower, never acknowledging the yells from the portraits and ghosts or the fact that almost every Ravenclaw was running after him. He had to try and save his friend! Why had the idiot jumped?!
Terry skidded to a stop, nearly falling because his bare feet had trouble making purchase with the smoothed stone floor. Professor Dumbledore was already at the door, and was moving far faster than Terry would've expected from the old man. Someone bumped into him from behind, which only encouraged Terry to continue on. He followed Dumbledore out of the castle, nearly catching up to the old man, when Dumbledore suddenly stopped. Terry searched the ground for some sign of his friend. That's when he heard it.
Laughter filled the night air. Terry looked up and could make out a figure flying on a broom in the moonlight. The figure was performing stunts on the broom as if he had been born on it. Terry was going to kill the wanker.
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Harry laughed as he pulled off yet another tight spinning climb into a short corkscrew dive. Merlin, he missed flying.
"Harry!" A voice called out in the night. He was dead to rights. Harry stopped the broom and slowly looked down at the ground and audibly gulped. Dumbledore stood amongst a large crowd which must've been the whole of Ravenclaw, and a small figure stood next to him that could only be Flitwick. Merlin, he was going to be expelled before he had even finished his first week at Hogwarts. Well, he at least should go out with some flair.
He pointed the broom straight towards the ground, diving quickly. He swore he heard a few screams. Then he pulled out of the dive at the last second, feet grazing the grass. He landed softly on the ground and looked towards the large crowd. Terry looked murderous, Morag and Penny looked like they were going to be sick, and the rest of his Housemates looked equal parts annoyed and furious. Flitwick had an unreadable expression on his face, and Dumbledore… Well, Dumbledore had a small smile and his eyes were twinkling in the moonlight.
"Enjoying the night air, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, sir," replied Harry, his lips twitching slightly upward.
"First years aren't allowed a broom," explained Dumbledore, the smile never leaving his face.
"It's a school broom, sir," Harry replied as he held out the broom as proof.
"I had always thought they were rather terrible for stunt flying myself," Dumbledore said as he approached Harry and softly plucked the broom from Harry's hands.
"They fly at least, sir." Dumbledore chuckled slightly at Harry's answer.
"You didn't smuggle it up to your dorm with you, did you? I'm sure it would have been seen by one of your housemates or dormmates."
"No, sir."
"Then may I ask how it was in your possession?" Dumbledore asked as he eyed Harry carefully. Harry's heart was thunderously beating in his chest and he could hear his blood pumping in his ears.
"I summoned it, sir," answered Harry calmly.
"Truly, and where did a first year learn the summoning charm?" asked Dumbledore, still smiling.
"I can prove it, sir," replied Harry. He didn't think he could lie to a wizard like Albus Dumbledore, so he moved to the tried and true method of dodging the question, just like Uncle Archie had taught.
"I think we would very much like to see that, Mr Potter," said Flitwick, cutting into the conversation. Harry nodded to him.
"Accio School Broom!" yelled Harry. The broom in Dumbledore's hand didn't budge, a few in the crowd laughed. A few whispered that Harry had lied. But Harry was going to prove a point. He lazily tossed his wand to his left hand. Then a sound of something moving fast through air could be heard in the distance. Harry never turned around, simply held out his hand exactly as the broom flew into it. A few gasps were heard, and Harry had to suppress a smile. This would undoubtedly be the first of many lessons for the Ravenclaws.
"Marvellous, absolutely marvellous, Mr Potter," exclaimed Flitwick happily.
"Thank you, sir," Harry said as he bowed his head slightly in gratitude.
"Albus if I may?" asked Flitwick. Dumbledore nodded to the other man, a smile adorning his aged face.
"I believe we've found our seeker," declared Flickwick to the crowd and Harry.
"Huh?" was all the dumbfounded Harry could voice.