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By the end of the week, most professors were under the impression that Harry, Junipa and Shane were some sort of child prodigies. They never got anything below an O, and they knew all the answers in class. The professors were all bewildered, but no one was more bewildered than Dumbledore.
Dumbledore had been positive that Andrew would, no doubt, be at the top of the class but he was more near the bottom than the top. He did not expect for Andrew's brother to be not only academically the smartest in the class, but the more popular twin.
Oh yes, Andrew had many admirers. But Andrew also made it clear that Slytherins were dirt and the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were below him. On the other hand, Harry by the end of the month had many friends.
Harry had regular study sessions with Hermione Granger, the other brain, and helped Neville Longbottom and Eloise Smidgen when bullied. Not to mention helping the Weasley twins pull off pranks.
Ernie Macmillan, Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott were good friends with Harry, sometimes even dining at the Slytherin table with Harry, Junipa, Shane and Daphne.
Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein and Michael Corner were seen playing Quidditch with Harry on many occasions.
And it was also a known fact that Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Leslie Lovegood and Tracey Davies were friends with Harry.
But for Harry, life was great. He had friends in all four Houses, and though was the best student, was not a teacher's pet. But, then came the flying lessons.
"They're making us take flying lessons with the Gryffindors," said Junipa, horrified, as she read the sign set up on the Slytherin common room board. Daphne's head shot up.
"You're joking," cried Daphne but Junipa shook her head grimly. Harry flopped onto the couch with a groan, Shane reading a fifth year Transfiguration text next to him.
Thursday soon came and with it, the flying lessons. Everybody was nervous and excited about it, but no one was more nervous about it than Leslie Lovegood.
"I don't want to fly," she whimpered. "I'm scared of heights!"
"It'll be fine Leslie," Blaise was trying to soother her. Blaise and Leslie had become very good friends over the past month, due to their status has outsiders and loners.
"Yeah Leslie," Harry encouraged. "Nothing to worry about."
Leslie gulped.
"If you say so," she said shakily, clutching her quill necklace as if it would save her.
Harry and the gang went out onto the grounds with the rest of the Slytherin first years after breakfast for flying lessons.
When Madame Hooch came to teach the First Years, she was rather surprised at what she saw. When she taught Slytherins and Gryffindors, it was usually Gryffindors on one side and the Slytherins on the other. But this time, the right side was a short line of Gryffindors only while the left side was rather longer and had Slytherins and Gryffindors together.
She nearly had a heart attack when she saw Draco Malfoy, who belonged to an ancient pureblood family, standing next to and talking to Hermione Granger, a muggleborn student.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Madame Hooch barked. "Everybody stand by a broomstick!"
Harry stood next to his broomstick, Shane on his left and Junipa on his right.
"Stick out your right hand over the broom," Madame Hooch instructed. "And say, 'Up!'"
Everybody shouted up, with varying degrees of confidence. Harry's, Junipa's and Shane's broom jumped to their hands at once, shortly followed by Daphne's. Leslie's didn't move at all and Blaise's almost met his hand before falling back down.
Neville Longbottom's didn't move at all as well, though Harry wasn't happy to see Andrew's jump right in his hand.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle - three - two –"
But Leslie got too nervous. She kicked off the ground and shot up in the air, her dirty blond hair flying after her and silver eyes wide with fear. She had gotten to twenty feet when her broom started to try to buck her off. She fell to the ground with a scream and everybody heard the sickening crunch as she landed.
Madame Hooch, the Slytherins and some Gryffindors rushed to her. She looked to be ever paler than normal and her wrist was bent oddly, not to mention a gash on her cheek that was gushing blood. Harry guessed she had hit a rock or stick when she landed to make that gash.
"A broken wrist," Madame Hooch declared, helping Leslie stand.
"None of you are to move while I take Miss Lovegood to the Hospital Wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear."
Madame Hooch helped Leslie back to the castle, Leslie doing a brave attempt to not cry. After they had disappeared into the castle, Harry heard laughter behind him.
"Did you see her face, the weirdo?" Andrew crowed. The only people who joined him were Seamus Finnigan, Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown.
"Shut up Potter," snapped Blaise.
"Sticking up for Lovegood, are you Zabini?" cackled Lavender gleefully. "Never thought you'd like barking mad girls."
"What's this?" Andrew said loudly as he darted forward to where Leslie had fallen. "It's that stupid necklace she always wears."
In Andrew's hand was Leslie's quill necklace, her most prized possession.
"Give that here, Andrew," Harry said loudly. Everybody stared at the two brothers.
"Why don't I leave it somewhere for Lovegood to find," Andrew said nastily. "How about the rooftop?"
"Give it here!" Junipa shouted, lunging for Andrew. But Andrew jumped on his broom and flew off. Andrew wasn't the most spectacular flyer but he was above average.
Harry jumped on his broom and flew after him. What Harry had that Andrew didn't was a natural instinct on a broom, not to mention several years being taught by Godric. Harry flew to level with Andrew, who now looked rather pale as he realized that Harry was a much better flyer than him.
"Give it back or I'll knock you off your broom," Harry called out lazily.
"Oh yeah?" sneered Andrew before he was nearly knocked off his broom as Harry flew towards him. Andrew's broom dropped a few feet, just enough for him to miss being hit by Harry.
"Catch it if you can!" shouted Andrew and he threw the necklace as far as he could. Andrew then flew safely to the ground, where he dismounted.
Harry saw the necklace fall and he went into a steep dive. He caught it five feet from the ground where he pulled up and fell gently to the ground. Shane, Daphne and Junipa were next to him in an instant.
"You moron!" said Junipa, hitting him in the head. "You could have broken your neck!"
"But it was brilliant!" roared Shane.
"POTTER!"
Harry turned to see Professor Snape striding angrily towards him. He looked as if he were too angry to speak.
"Professor, it wasn't his fault— "
"Be quiet Griffin."
"But Andrew Potter—"
"That's enough Raven. Potter, follow me."
Harry quickly turned to Blaise and gave him Leslie's necklace.
"Give this to Leslie, will you?" Harry asked and Blaise nodded before pocketing the necklace.
Harry followed Professor Snape inside the castle, feeling a bit sick. What if he were expelled? He followed Professor Snape till they reached a classroom. Professor Snape knocked on it before opening the door.
"Professor McGonagall? May I borrow Flint for a second?"
A boy came out of the classroom. He was brutish and looked like he had troll blood, along with looking none too bright. He had the expression of a concussed troll.
Professor Snape led them to his office where he sat down behind his desk and glared at them.
"Potter, this is Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch team captain," Professor Snape said. "Flint, I've found you a Seeker."
Flint was now grinning like a mad man.
"Potter, I want you training hard," Professor Snape said. "Gryffindor has won the Quidditch Cup the last nine years."
"He'll need a good broom," said Flint, speaking up. "A Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven. He won't catch much with a school broom."
"We'll see what I can do," Professor Snape said.
Harry emerged from Professor Snape's office in a daze. He was the Seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team. He somehow found his way to the Slytherin common room to see all of the first years there, even Pansy and Theodore. Harry sat down dazedly.
"Well?" Draco was the first to break the silence. "Are you being expelled?"
Harry turned to grin at all of them.
"No," he said, smiling crazily. "I'm the Slytherin team Seeker."
All of the jaws dropped except for one. Junipa was having a laughing fit on the couch. Everybody turned to stare at her. She giggled and said something which set the whole common room laughing.
"Can you imagine the look on Andrew's face when he finds out?"
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