I do not own Harry Potter, this is a fan fiction.
Ok, that does it. If you think my grammar and spelling is so horrible, then I definitely need someone to Volunteer to be my Beta. I have tried finding one but I simply have no luck. Also, I am doing quite a few stories at the same time, please a little Patience is appreciated.
Harry, Hermione, and their classmates entered the classroom to see just a cat seated on the teacher's desk. Harry did not wait to walk up to the cat and bowed to the cat. "Good morning Professor McGonagall, I do hope you had a good night sleep." Neville decided to show off once again. "This just shows how stupid a Potter can be. That stupid, ugly alley cat could not be our head of our house. See the person you called a genius is just a lucky imbecile."
The cat jumped off the desk and before it reached the ground it had changed into Minerva McGonagall. She was standing behind Neville as he finished his little monolog. "You think I am a stupid, ugly alley cat, well what exactly does this make you!? 10 points for insulting your teacher, and 10 more for not reading ahead of your assigned reading and for insulting an ancient and noble house." She walked over to Harry and she told him indeed she had a very nice night and thanked him for asking, "Mr. Potter how did you know it was me?" Harry simply said it was explained in the first pages of chapter five.
Indeed the animagi were explained in chapter five. She awarded 20 points for taking the time to read ahead and being prepared for class. Professor McGonagall did her usual introduction and told them transfiguration was a serious and potentially deadly branch of magic, anyone not taking it seriously would be out of her class and never return faster than they could say quidditch.
The class was to transfigure a matchstick into a needle. Harry and Hermione did it at their first try earning another 20 points each. It was clear that studying like they did it paid off in the end. Harry, however, began doing more to the needle, he changed it back and began to try and changing it into other kinds of needles. Professor McGonagall was amazed to see him transfigured a matchstick into a needle that was used to knit with. She asked if he could make anything else with it. He saw no reason to deny it, he transfigured it as the class was about to end into a red rose.
The next lesson was outside, Madame Hooch wanted to have plenty of room for them to practice today's lesson. "Well, what are you waiting for? Stand next to a broom and let's begin we have a lot to cover." She demonstrated and with her hand over her broom she commanded in a confident to for the broom to come up. The broom jumped up into her grasp. She told the others to try. Neville was having a tough time getting his broom to listen, but so was Hermione.
Harry was not about to let a friend suffer, "Think of it as a horse, Hermione. Just think of it as a horse, and give the horse a confident command." She did and the broom obeyed. The ones in the class did as Harry told her and indeed it worked. Neville was the last one to listen, he was stubborn that he did not need a Potter's advice. It was until all the class was hovering in their brooms that he decided to listen to Harry's advice and it did work for him too but said that he did not need the freaks advice, Madame Hooch took 20 points for insulting a classmate.
"Now I want you to pull on the broom and fly up 20 feet and then lean on it to descend." Neville against his teacher's instructions tried to show off again, Madame Hooch had assigned the limit to 20 feet because there was supposed to be a strong air current above the 20 feet limit she set, she knew beginners would not be me to handle the wind speed. Neville tried to fly 50 feet higher, and sure enough, the minute he looked smug at the class the wind blew very hard and much like an angry horse Neville got thrown off the broom.
Harry took out his wand and did the levitation charm in him, but Neville tried to jinx him while he was slowly hovering down. This made Harry cast a magic shield to block the attack, however, it did cancel the levitation charm when he did that. Neville came down screaming some of the foulest insults he could think off. He hit the ground in a rather painful thud. "Sure enough, broken wrist. I want all of you to stay put while I take our class clown to the infirmary, and if anyone tries to fly you will be expelled from Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch!?"
"So much for the boy who lived, I guess he was all talk after all. Give me that wand, a filthy little mud-blood bitch should never even have one!" Draco grabbed Hermione's wand and took off and was hovering 100 feet of the ground, not looking bothered by the wind at all. "Malfoy, give me that wand," Draco told him to come and get it. "You don't have your thugs up here Malfoy, I suggest you give me that wand before I get angry, you really don't want to see me angry do you!?"
The back of his hair looked like it was changing and looked like it was on fire. "Well, better catch then!?" Draco threw the wand into the air and Harry took off after it. He caught it in one hand as he slowly came to where Hermione was still hovering. He handed her the wand, and she thanked him. As he was about to say that it was what friend do, he heard Professor McGonagall looking rather angry. "Mr. Potter how dare you to disobey the instructions of Madame Hooch, get off that broom and follow me."
Draco made fun of him that he did not last in Hogwarts that long. As he walked he could hear her what he felt like she was complaining about him, "Never in all my years has anyone done something lime that!?" Harry was too busy thinking how he was going to explain this to his mother, as he was sure he would have to dodge her fireballs. This was not going to be a happy occasion. "Professor Quirrel I am sorry to disrupt your class but I need Wood." Oh great he was not only going to be expelled, almost burned alive by his angry mother, but she wanted to beat him with a piece of wood, could this day get any worse.
Turns out wood was actually a student. She told the both to walk into an empty classroom, "Wood, this is Harry Potter. Harry Potter this is the Gryffindor quidditch team captain Oliver Wood." They both greeted each other and Oliver asked what this was all about? "Wood I found you a seeker!" Oliver nearly had a heart attack when he heard that he was the son of the James Potter. Harry had no idea his father was that famous, sure he played quidditch with him and the other kids that live in Godric Hollow. But he always managed to score against his father and he always played keeper.
"Is my dad really that famous? Sure he can play a mean game of quidditch but that is not so strange." Oliver simply had to take him over to the trophy room, every year he played Gryffindor won the cup, and every year he was named MVP. "And if you think this is all, think again, Ireland won the quidditch world cup several times thanks to his dad. The team was in tears when he finally retired to his job as Auror. McGonagall had to say something Harry wished he had not said, "And he is a male veela .too Wood."
That had a reaction he always hated. "Is he a transgender? Cause veela are women." Harry had to deal with this sort of embarrassment for years. Immediately when they heard he was a veela, people assumed the most embarrassing conclusions, either he was changed by magic or surgery to be a guy, or he was a brawny tomboy dressed as a guy. He knew male veela were rare but they did in fact exist. "I am and have always been a guy if my future bride hears something like that. You would be a pile of ashes by the time she gets done with you."
"Just who is your supposed bride supposed to be?" Wood clearly wanted to know to be careful. "I never met her, but I did hear my father she is the eldest daughter of the French Minister of Magic." Wood could not believe it. "You are the single most lucky guy I know. Your future bride is none other than Fleur Delacour." Harry asked why he was making such a big deal about it. Oliver gave him a magazine about professional broom racers. He asked again what did this have to go do with her? Wood flipped the page to where the article was. "She is a pro racer while being a student at Beauxbatons academy of magic. Not to mention look at his picture. She is one beautiful lady... I really wish I was you!" Harry whispered 'No, you don't believe me.'
Harry could have sworn she reminded him of someone he once knew, it just that he had a sinking feeling she was not going to be very happy to see him for some reason. Oliver began to tell him the fundamentals of quidditch when Harry told him he knew that already. He played plenty with his fathers and neighbors. "Well let's see what you can do." Wood threw him a quaffle. Harry told him he was supposed to be a seeker, not a chaser. Wood smiled as seeing he passed the first test. "It's a good way to test your flying ability. Then I can release the snitch." Sure enough, Wood was having a hard time trying to block his throws. He only managed to block one-third of them by the end of an hour. "OK, that does it if one of our chasers is sick you can play chaser and seeker when that happens, I feel sorry for the opposing keeper when it does happen. I am realizing the snitch so be careful the thing is fast."
It took less than one minute for him to catch it, and that was after an hour playing as a chaser. "The Cup is in the bag, got to get you a decent broom, if you managed to do that on that school relic, one a decent broom they will not be able to catch up with you, definitely a born flyer." Wood left smiling like Christmas had come early.
It was at night that it finally hit him, Fleur was a childhood friend, he used to play quidditch with her when he lived in France. But something was odd, sure Fleur was cute when he last saw her, but she was not the radiant beauty he saw in that picture. When did he ask Hermione how can a girl change from a cute looking girl to something that could be a model? Hermione looked at him and laughed, "with makeup and a lot of effort."
The next morning he received a package and a letter, he opened the letter first, It was from Professor McGonagall telling him not to open the package. That is had his nimbus 2000. Team practice was to begin three times a week, in the evenings. A schedule was included. He felt two people touch his shoulders. "Congratulations, Harry and welcome to the team. I swear you must be good for a minute we thought Wood was in love with you from how he was praising you. Oh sorry, I am Fred and that is George, beaters."
Neville did not want to believe it and took the package in his hands, he ripped the package open and he was speechless. It was a brand new nimbus 2000, this was a top quality brook. It had something engraved on the handle. "Harry Potter, Gryffindor Seeker." Neville was so furious he could not form complete sentences for a while, finally, he said something that even the Slytherin head ghost found not to his liking. "There is no way a talentless, worthless, stupid genetic freak of a monster could make seeker in his first year, this must be a practical joke!? If anyone deserved to be on the team it was me, for I am the boy who lived!"
Neville tried to break the broom but he was stopped when Harry used the summoning charm to get the broom away from Neville. "Don't worry Harry we will place it under lock and key in your team locker. No one is going to break your beautiful new broom." Fred and George were cracking their knuckles. "I think the boy who lived deserves a few pranks, don't you think so Forge?" The other brother smiled a sinister smile. "Absolutely my dear Gorge, he needs to learn that no one messes with the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and gets away with it."