Yo what's up my homies?! I don't know where that came from but oh well. Here's a chapter for you! Hmm, there's a new chapter up for my other story I almost gave up called Heir of All. Crappy name and story in my opinion but the reviewers liked it! Maybe you will too.

Reviews- GrlWithoutAName- The part with James just came to me because I rewrote that several times each with a different outcome and eventually it just popped out, it was one of the only 'easy' parts of the chapter for me. Also, no problem with clearing the "Is he Harry Potter?" thing up because I swear to god sometimes I'm like on crack or something when I write this. HogwartsXsecrets- I've been trying to come up with a way to reveal Jason's secret identity for a while now because obviously he can't hide forever. Thanks for the suggestion, that was similar to another idea of mine! Tabbycat1220- Man, you just keep reviewing! Thanks, it helps me build up my ego! Anyway, I love that you love that Jason isn't all wimpy, I just can't write him as a pushover. And, I also wonder how long he can hide when the spotlight is on his alter ego being missing and everybody is looking for him. I honestly don't know when he gets revealed, but I think he should get at least one year of a normal life… Hemotem- A lot of people ask when he gets revealed, I've got some ideas and some make sense to me, like telling friends (hint hint hint) or only some select few people knowing because his disguise slips up one time (hint hint hint) As for now those hints are all just ideas floating in my head. None are set in stone as of yet. I agree with you though, Jason/Harry should get some peace, asking a teenager to bear the weight of the world isn't fair.

This Chapter: Flying Lessons and killer golf balls! Along with some cute beagles!

"The Chronicles of Fayt"

Three Libras

Neville Longbottom's POV

Hogwarts

September 20th, 1991

He gulped nervously as he looked at the Common Room board. Nope, the date hadn't changed. It was still today. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Still at noon. The flying lessons were in half an hour, and any second his friend Jason Black would come running into here to drag him from the safety of the Common Room down to his pre-mature death on the Quidditch Pitch were he would certainly fall from his broom.

Hermione Granger's POV

Hogwarts

September 20th, 1991

Walking down to the Common Room she saw a very pale looking Neville, or as Jason had dubbed him, 'Nev', staring at the bulletin board, or more specifically, the flying lesson notice. She felt bad for her slightly overweight friend, he had massive self-esteem and confidence issues. It wasn't any help that that disgusting Draco Malfoy in Slytherin was always picking on him. She walked over to him. "Hello Neville."

"O-oh, h-hey Hermione." He said, stuttering slightly in fear of being on a broom soon.

"Hey guys!" Her other friend Jason Black said as he walked, or bounced really, over to them, it was slightly odd though, he was very overly cheery sometimes and it was odd coming from a guy with a Mohawk. It wasn't very tall thankfully. Sometimes while in London she had seen guys (and girls too) with Mohawks that had to be at least two feet tall. His couldn't be more than three inches tall. She would chop his " 'hawk", as he had dubbed it, off if it ever got close to a foot, let alone two feet. It looked silly now and it would look plain stupid if it were any longer.

Once he got over to them his smile faltered for half a second when he saw "Nev."

"Hey come on Nev, cheer up. You won't die. I promise!" Jason said looking at the other boy. "Just do what you do in class. When ever you relax you do loads better. Whenever you're in potions and you let Snape get to you almost foul up the potion, but when you relax, you do great. So calm down Nev, just chill." Jason said trying to calm their panicking friend down so he would hurt himself on the pitch. He then grabbed one of Neville's arms and started to drag the weakly protesting boy down the stairs.

"Okay, if you are so worried about flying, let me give you some advice that James gave me when he taught me how to fly ealier this year. Keep a firm, but not overly tight grip on your broom handle. Relax, unless you try to do some fancy tricks, you won't fall off." Jason said to her and Neville as they walked down to the pitch. "Most importantly, when you first get on and are hovering, turn the broom very slowly to test its response times, because you can easily under correct and crash, or do the opposite and overcorrect and crash, so be sure you know the brooms limits." He said. "To go up, just tilt the handle up a little bit. To go down, tilt the handle down a bit, just don't do that too drastically, or you will nosedive. Also, to turn on a broom, move the handle left or right, but don't go up or down, the broom does what you tell it do, not what you meant to do." Jason said, looking at both of them seriously before grinning. "It may sound hard now, but just have fun, after all, nobody uses brooms to get around anymore, they are purely for having fun and goofing off on." He said lightheartedly. "Trust me when I say this is the easiest lesson you will learn here."

When they walked out to the pitch it was a little chilly but there was no wind. Good conditions according to Quidditch Through the Ages and Flying For Beginners, the two books she'd gotten in order to learn how to fly before she got out here. Honestly, Jason's little two minute quickie explanation was more helpful than reading the books had been.

Some other Ravenclaws and a few Hufflepuffs were already lined up by a grey haired woman and were standing by some ratty old brooms that looked like they were as old as Hogwarts.

"Alright!" Madam Hootch said loudly as the last few students walked up and stood by a broom. "Welcome to flying classes! This can be dangerous if you mess around, so I suggest you listen to what I tell you or you'll be off my pitch faster than you can say Quidditch!" She warned as she continued with the lesson. "Now, hold your wand hand over your broom and say 'up'."

Everybody there said. "UP!" Loudly but only Jason's broom came up to him, smacking firmly into his outstretched hand.

"Good Mr. Black." The teacher said as everybody continued to try and get there broom to come. The third time her broom rolled over but the fifth time it wobbled and slowly rose to her hand, it didn't smack into her had as Jason's broom had. Looking over at Neville she could tell his confidence was breaking as his broom remained firmly on the ground.

"Relax Neville, the broom won't come if you don't think it will." Jason said as he watched Neville struggle.

When Neville looked over at Jason he set his jaw and glared at the broom. "UP!" He commanded, the broom flew up and settled in the now grinning boys hand and like that his confidence had come back as he continued to grin happily. After the last few kids had summoned there brooms Hootch told them to mount there brooms and she made minor corrections on everyone's grips except Jason. He was as she put it, a natural. Neville wasn't corrected either, he changed his grip to match Jason's before she got to him. Her grip was a little loose. Moving down the line eventually everybody was good.

"Alright, now when I blow my whistle on the count of three, lift off, slowly, hover in the air for a few seconds, then come back down. One. Two. Three." She blew her whistle and everybody rose slowly and came back down, no problem. She had to admit, it was terrifying and fun at the same time. Looking over at her friends Jason looked bored doing such a simple thing and Neville looked insanely proud of himself.

"Okay everyone!" Hootch yelled loudly. "I want you all to do that again, this time thought, fly to this line!" She said, drawing a bright blue line with her wand about thirty feet away from them. She blew her whistle and when she was barely off the ground Jason darted across the field and stopped by whipping the front of his broom up and jumping off of it as it went vertical. She however went much slower across the field and touched down. To Neville's credit he did beat her across the field and did a stunt similar to Jason's while grinning like a fool.

"Alright Mr. Black, no more pulling stunts anymore. I don't want to see you dive and break your neck." Hootch said as she sent Jason a pointed stare that really didn't seem like she was all that mad about his stunt. "Since you all seem to have mastered the basics, you can fly around for a little free flying time, but just because your friends pull stupid stunts doesn't mean you should. Know your own limits!" Hootch said as she dismissed them all to fly around and get used to the brooms. Jason shot up and was followed by Neville and she rose a little after both of them. Jason didn't stop till they were at least seventy feet in the air, but as terrifying as it was, it was strangely exhilarating to see the whole of the grounds from this high up.

"OH NO!" Neville yelled looking down. "MY REM-" Was as far as he got before Jason was plummeting straight down after a little red ball that she remembered as Neville's Remembrall that his grandmother had sent him. Neville must have had it in his pocket, and now Jason was in a dive after it…

She watched in mute horror as he was shot down and reached out after it, closing his fingers around it, he started to pull up but he was too close… he was going to hit the ground…

She gasped as he pulled up out of the dive, toes skimming the grass as he clutched the Remembrall in his hand. They began a slow decent to the ground as Hootch ran over to Jason, yelling at him that he was an idiot and a natural at flying. Before they got to the ground Flitwick came running over to Jason and pulled him away before they could say a word to him.

James Thompson's POV

Hogwarts, McGonagall's Class

September 20th, 1991

He was staring at the dog next to his desk, not having the heart to change the beagle puppy back into his transfiguration book, after all, puppies, and beagle puppies in particular, are much better than books. He reached down and scratched the puppy behind the ears and it jumped on his lap and then crawled onto his desk, knocking his notes on the floor. A couple of girls in his class cooed at the puppy and gushed about how cute his beagle was. Looking over at Nick he had some gross half-book, half-dog thing running around. Waving his wand he canceled the spell and the book fell on the ground.

"That, was a freak of nature Nick. How the hell did you make that?" He asked his ill looking friend.

"I don't know and I don't want to know." Nick said, staring at his book. Looking at his own desk his puppy was gone, the book was back. Waving his wand the book turned into a yippy toy dog so he reversed the spell. Flitwick poked his head in and looked at him then McGonagall.

"Can I borrow James for a while?" He asked her. McGonagall nodded and told him to pack up his things. He put his notes away and looked at his book. It was much too heavy to carry so he waved his wand and got a beagle again picking up the puppy he left the classroom, petting the little dog in his arms. Walking outside he was surprised to see a nervous looking Jason as well.

"What did you do?" He asked. Before he could answer Flitwick looked at him.

"I found our seeker James! Jason here went into a eighty foot dive and caught this he said, pulling out a ball filled with smoke, weren't they called Remembralls or something like that?

"YOU WHAT!" He said loudly, staring down a Jason.

"Well, we were in flying lessons and me, Nev and Hermione were like, eighty feet up and Nev dropped his Remembrall so I dove and caught it! It was awesome, when I caught it I was like, an inch above the ground! It was nuts!" Jason said excitedly. "Wait, where did the puppy come from?" 'Holy shit.' He thought to himself. 'He did that on a school broom? Those things suck… screw being seeker, Jason's a natural, I saw him on my broom a week ago, I barely had to tell him anything and he was off and flying. Guess I'm a chaser again.'

"You're on the team little dude." He said to his madly grinning brother. "Screw me wanting to play as seeker, I couldn't have managed that on a school broom, on mine, sure. No problem. On those, no way." He said as he threw his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Kay, Slytherin has won for years now, this year is my last year, I want to win. And it's not a puppy." He said as he looked at Jason.

"Yes, we will win this year, I know it!" Flitwick said happily. "Minerva lost Charlie Weasley and they haven't won since. Severus lost his three best players, they all graduated last year and Pomona, well, she hasn't had a good team in years." Flitwick said as he grinned. "Well, Mr. Black, welcome to the team! I expect great things after your dive today! Oh, and give Mr. Longbottom his Remembrall back!" He said handing Jason the ball smoke filled ball as he practically skipped down the hallway.

"Kay, one rule on my team Jason, one rule. I. Make. The. Rules." He said staring down at the younger boy. "Got it?"

Jason shrugged off his arm from his shoulders and laughed. "Sure man, whatever." He said as he walked away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asked as Jason went away.

"Common Room?" He said unsure.

"What? The hell you are! You're coming with me! We're going to tryouts!" He said Grabbing the back of Jason's shirt and dragging him back down to the pitch for the tryouts that were in forty-five minutes. "See, you may be good, but Nick wants to play as seeker so me and him were gonna go head to head, whoever catches it twice wins. Of course, anybody else can try out as well. But, we need to train you a bit, make sure you're up for taking people on." He said as he continued to drag Jason down the halls.

"Don't we need better brooms?" Jason asked and he stopped.

"Good point, brooms. Accio Cleensweep Six! Accio Cleensweep Five!" He said and two brooms came soaring to him. He caught both and handed the Cleensweep Five to Jason. Pulling out a piece of paper he wrote a quick note and sent it back to his dorm.

"What was the note? And how is that not a puppy?" Jason asked as they walked to the pitch.

"Well, that broom," He said pointing to the one Jason held. "Isn't exactly mine to borrow. It's Nick's broom, and since last year he "borrowed" mine a lot, I'm "borrowing" his, after all, it is only fair. And it's not a puppy! It's my transfiguration book." He said grinning at Jason as his brother rolled his eyes at him.

"Is he going to be mad? And what did you do to your book to make it a puppy?" He asked.

"Oh hell yeah he's going to be mad. "Hell, he'll probably try and kill me… oh well, it'd be a funny way to die. Plus, it is a transfiguration book, it transfigures!" He said grinning at Jason.

When they got out to the pitch he went and got the crate of practice balls and a bucket of golf balls and he stood on the field. "All right, you know the game as well as I do, so get on the broom and catch the golf balls when I throw them!" He said as Jason got on the broom and took off. Grabbing the bucket he threw it as hard as he could at Jason's head, luckily for Jason he dodged it.

"HEY! What was that for!" His brother yelled at him.

"I dunno. It was funny though!" He yelled back. After that he continued to lob golf ball after golf ball at Jason and he caught most of them, he only missed two out of probably one hundred balls.

"This is pretty funny if you think about it." He said as he grinned at Jason as the waited for people to show up for tryouts.

"What's funny?" Jason asked.

"How good you are at catching balls." He said as his brother slugged him on the arm. (A/N: That line isn't mine, it's my friend Justin's line that I adapted to fit the scene, he was trying to convince me that the real reason that Harry dumped Ginny at the end of sixth year was that he's secretly gay. This was pre DH if your confused. The real line was something like "Straight men cannot be that good at grabbing balls!" He's immature, and I base James character off of him. Justin is proud of the way I write James, he also made me put in the wand scene. That was all his idea.)

"You're a jerk you know that." Jason said as he flopped back on the grass.

"Yep." He agreed as he stood up as Nick walked over with the remaining team. They had once chaser and him, a keeper, one beater, and a seeker. He sighed, they needed another chaser and a beater. After five minutes six other Ravenclaws showed up to tryout.

"All right, everybody who wants to be a chaser, over here!" He yelled. His one remaining chaser, Ashley Sims, (The girl with the black hair who he'd made rude comments to the first day back after she told him to shut it 'bout his wand) walked over with three of the six who wanted to try out. "Beaters by David." He yelled and two of the remaining people walked over to his remaining beater. "What're you here for?" He asked the remaining guy.

"Keeper." Said the kid who he thought was a second year.

"Alright, by Markus." He said pointing to his keeper. "All you, on yer brooms! I want a fast team, so race twice around the pitch, Jason, give Nick his broom back before his eats you or something, use mine for now." He said tossing him his broom while Jason gave an evil looking Nick his broom back. "Alright, line up here, on your mark, get set, GO!" He yelled as the people took off with Ashley quickly taking the lead, go figure, she had one of the best brooms on the market. One of the kids trying out for chaser was last and he looked at his piece of paper the kid had written his name on and he crossed the kids name off. No slow kids on his team. Looking back up at the race Ashley was hard pressed to keep her lead, Jason was slowly gaining on her, being younger and smaller he was quicker on his broom. Behind him was David followed by another chaser hopeful, the guy was a bit small for a chaser but he was fast on a crappy broom, a good flier. Markus was behind that buy by half a broom length not even half a broom length behind Markus was a quickly gaining Nick. He was shocked to see him that far back. He got up behind Jason and tried to swerve around him but lost speed. He then crouched down on the broom and tried to speed past but was kicked in the shoulder by Jason and he fell back again. Inside he cheered as his brother continued to beat Nick back whenever he got close. Markus over took David eventually and one of the beater hopefuls, a forth year named Chris, was neck and neck with David. He marked on his paper the kid was faster than the other beater. He looked back at the race and marked that the third chaser who was second to last was on a school broom. He was an average flier, but the broom was a handicap, he wouldn't be that slow on a nicer broom. He was surprised the school's old Shooting Stars could even go that fast outside of diving. He'd give the kid a second chance if he got a nicer broom.

The race ended and the people landed, in the end, Jason had beat Ashley by half a second and she looked a little pissed with him. She was a sixth year and this was her fifth year on the team, she had gotten on as a second year, she was one of the best chasers at the school, and she was beaten by a firstie. What a kick in the ass. "Alright, Markus, in the air. You three." He said to the three possible first years. "Start taking shots on goal. Five shots each." The kids nodded and took off when he gave the fastest one the quaffle. "Ashley, pick your favorite when there done." He told the girl who nodded and took off to watch. "You." He said to the kid who wanted to be keeper. "Head on up with them, when Markus is done, you guard while Ashley takes shots." The kid nodded and took off to hover by the goal posts. "David, run those two ragged." He said pointing to the two beaters "I want you to test accuracy and strength, got it? Make some hoops and move them around. Have them try and hit the targets." David nodded and threw the kids bats and let the bludgers loose.

"Go fetch." He told the kids who hopped on brooms to 'go fetch' the bludgers.

"Alright you two!" He yelled at Nick and Jason. "On brooms!" They both kicked off and hovered a couple of inches above the ground. "I got a snitch here." He said holding up the gold ball. "Both you want the snitch. Both of you need to try and find it." He said as he let the little ball loose. The hunt lasted a total of five seconds. Jason immediately set out after the ball and grabbed it not three feet from where they started. Jason handed him the ball as he grinned.

"Fine. One point for Jason. Nick, unless you want to loose to a first year, catch the snitch next time or Jason's on the team." He said as Nick glared. Ignoring his best friends glares he set the snitch, and again Jason tried t grab it but Nick gabbed him and pulled him back as he took off to search. Jason glared at his foul play but began circling the pitch, scanning the area for the elusive little Golden Snitch.

Ignoring his seekers he looked at the beaters who were being yelled at by David for being idiots. Laughing at the poor kids he looked at his chaser try-outs. Grabbing a school broom he flew up to talk with Ashley. "How many shots has he taken?"

"Three. He missed the first one, made the last two." She told him as they watched the kid on the schools broom get ready for another shot. He flew forward and made to go for the middle hoop. Markus got ready to go for a side hoop, nobody ever went middle. The kid got ready to take a shot on the left hoop and then went right. Markus flew quickly to the right… as the quaffle flew through the middle hoop. The damn third year had put enough spin on the ball to send it through the middle hoop. Fuck. He's on the team.

He leaned over to whisper in Ashley's ear. "Damn. The little third years hella good, he's on the team. What's his name?" He asked.

"Michael something or other. He goes by Mike. Said his parents promised him a broom if he made the team. He's getting a Comet or a Cleensweep." She said as they watched the kid make his next two shots.

"Well, the kid better like his broom. Hope mom and dad follow through with the broom. Mike over there needs a better broom, the schools Shooting Stars suck ass."

"Yeah, the kid is doing good on that piece of shit. Imagine him on a new broom, between him and Jason over there we'll be unstoppable." Ashley said as the really slow kid missed two shots in a row.

"How'd you know about Jason?" He asked. Did word really travel that quick?

"Saw it. I was on my free time. I was going to take the broom out for a quick practice before try-outs, saw some firstie nearly break his neck, couldn't be more than six feet above the ground when he pulled outta the dive. Flitwick pulled him off the field and Jason's kicking ass out here. I just put two and two together." She said as the slow kid made two shots. It looked to him like Markus wasn't trying though, those were pity shots. The next kid was good, got four in. Just as many as Mike. Mike was better though, way more potential.

"We going with Mike over the fifth year?" He asked Ashley.

"Was that an actual question or are you only asking because I have to fly with the kid?" She asked.

"Second one. Besides, if you said the fifth year I'd push you off your broom, let you die, take your broom, give it to Mike over there and me, him and fifth year would play as chasers." He said grinning.

"Ass."

"Yep." He said before turning to go talk to David about beaters. "Oh, Markie! Get outta goal, the kid over there wants to steal your place as keeper and I'll do anything to get you off the field!" He yelled as Markie flipped him off but moved off to the side and let the kid take over his hoops. "Ashley! Test the kiddie!" He said going over to talk to David. "So, you seem angry at both of them." He commented as he watched the two mediocre beaters smash the bludgers at the targets, neither was very good, both were average. "Chris has the same aim but is hitting the targets harder." He said and David nodded. "So Chris it is?"

"Yeah, we need to work on his aim though." David said as he sighed slightly.

"I do nothing, just scream at his until he gets better. Yelling always helps." He said thoughtfully as he watched Nick and Jason circle looking for the snitch. He grew a bit alarmed as both shot towards him then he heard a buzzing and he rolled so he was hanging upside down on his broom by his legs. Looking up he saw Jason and Nick dart past him intent on a small gold ball that was darting around. Twisting his broom the other direction he saw Jason grab the snitch right as Nick was about to. He yelled as Jason pumped his fist in the whooped as he showed off the snitch he managed to catch.

Then he thought of something. 'How the fuck do I get out of this?' He thought as he realized if he tried to grab his broom with his hands he'd slide off and hit the ground that was starting to get blurry as the blood rushed to his head. "Jason?" He said as the ground started to tilt beneath him.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Help."

Lol, stupid James. HA! I win, I did a whole chapter about Jason flying, a whole chapter all about Jason and not once did I have it in his Point-Of-View. YES! I rule. As always-Review! reviews give me the inspiration to sit on my ass in front of the computer screen in my spin-y chair until the chapter is done! Wow, 4,847 words long. Damn.