The Nimbus 2001, Harry decided, was the best broom ever.

After Nicolas had taken Harry's hand, and they reappeared after on a Quidditch Pitch, Harry had initially been disappointed that Nicolas didn't have an entire Quidditch team on standby to play with, until Perenelle had followed along shortly after, holding a broom.

The broom, an apparent prototype, and it would fly almost as if it was responding to his thoughts before he had to think them, and as soon as he was in the air Harry forgot all about playing Quidditch in favor of just flying. This proved to be a good thing, as it was still a little wobbly in the sharp turns, but would probably be ironed out in the official release. How on earth Flamel had gotten ahold of it was a mystery, but it probably involved a copious amount of gold.

Below, Nicolas and Perenelle watched on in mild amazement. This was a new thing, for in all their years, they had never seen someone so young so good. They didn't attend many Hogwarts Quidditch matches, but they felt certain Harry was probably the best player of his house, at the very least.

However, even with just the joy of Flying, Harry was distracted yet again soon enough- For while they did not have a team on hand, the Flamels did have supplies. And so, Harry was soon chasing after Golden Snitches- After he caught one, another would be released, and he would hold onto the caught ones while he chased the new ones. He only managed to hold onto three at once, however.

Eventually he landed, and held up the hand with the three snitches, grinning. Nicolas simply smiled and suddenly all three were flying through the air to land in his hand, until all three were held simply between his fingers in a flashy display.

"See? I'm not a half bad seeker myself," offered Flamel with a laugh.

"Hey, that's cheating!" exclaimed harry, although the smile on his face didn't fade in the slightest.

"Only a little. Besides, you can't do that in a regular match- The Anti-Summoning charms only go down "After the game", really. Did you have fun?" asked Nicolas, while his wife disappeared behind him. Harry didn't really pay it any mind, as he was far too excited.

"Of course I did! This broom's amazing!" he said, doing a loop-de-loop in the air. Had he not displayed his impressive skills, Nicolas would have been worried about him doing it so close to the ground, but he let it slide.

"Compared to the Hogwart's school brooms, I'm sure a muggle broom for sweeping is probably a decent upgrade. But if you really like it so much..." teased Nicolas. Harry looked blank, and after a few moments, Nicolas decided to spare the poor boy.

He leaned closer, giving a faux whisper: "You can have it, if you really want," he said with a wink.

"I- You mean- I- This broom?" Harry stuttered. He was a little more used to getting gifts, but something like this probably cost more then Number 4, Privet Drive!

"Yes, that broom. I try not to flaunt my wealth enough to destabilize the economy, but I do have it, and I think a natural like you can make better use of it then I can," said Flamel, shortly before Harry once again leapt forward and hugged him, broom floating out from underneath him and settling onto the ground slowly.

"You know, dear, if you want, we can help you practice your spells for next year," stated Perenelle, breezing about the kitchen. Flamel had explained on the way back that Perenelle liked to cook, and often donated baked goods to various places anonymously, so as to not let it go to waste. Harry, meanwhile, was surprised yet again- Something it seemed the Flamels were either very good at, or enjoyed doing very much.

"What do you mean? I got a note telling me we couldn't do magic over the summer," said Harry. The Weasley Twins had even said that they hoped every year that the school would forget to hand them out, which meant the upper years got them, too. Perenelle just paused in her work and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, that. Well, it's a bit of an open secret that it really only means 'everyone but Purebloods', since ancient family homes and manners and just about any rich person's home has enough wards to scramble a magical signature so much that it becomes nigh impossible to trace..." she wandered off, as it became clear she was losing him a little. "...Yes, dear, you can do magic here, but only in one of our properties," she summarized. Harry nodded; from what little he'd seen of the wizarding world, that did indeed seem exactly like something Malfoy would want to get away with, and so he probably could.

"Well, okay. Do you know what I should start on?" he asked. Perenelle just laughed and said "Anything but Potions, dear. If my husband finds out you have any interest in it, he won't let you leave his potions lab until you could pass your NEWTs!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in a comic gesture that made Harry giggle a little. It was so animate, and he thought that he liked Mrs Flamel.

"Did I hear the word Potions?" asked Nicolas as he walked in, levitating a series of bags that followed in behind him.

"Oh dear, now you're in for it. I'm dreadfully sorry to have sealed you into such a fate, Harry," Perenelle apologized, though there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little awkward. "Er, sorry sir, I'm not very good at potions-" he started, but Flamel simply waved his wand and all the bags landed in a corner with a heavy thud, and sat down.

"That's because I've met your potions master, and even I have heard the rumors of his classes, despite never attending Hogwarts myself. He's a decent potions master, I suppose, for his time, but he really has no knack for teaching. Really, I'm sure whatever difficulties you have are probably not entirely your fault," said Flamel. Privately, Harry thought that it was because Snape was biased towards literally everyone but his own house, but didn't mention it.

Flamel thought it was because this boy was clearly too bright to not be good at potions... If he could just be taught properly.

"You know, I bet I could show you a few things around a Potions Lab that Professor Snape hasn't even considered. Tell me, are you any good at cooking?"

AN: I appologise for the Nimbus 1998 error- I had my timelines confused, and was thinking of the firebolt. It was a fairly bad error, and I hope the quick patch added keeps the story intact without needing a hefty rewrite. Please, continue to send in reviews; I would have never caught such a glaring error otherwise.