DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.
CHAPTER 5
The next morning was Harry's first flying lesson, what nobody knew was that harry a magnificent flier even better than Darren. He was light and speedy, but he flew for the thrill, the rush of adrenaline, he flew for himself. He had seen how James had been over the moon with Darren's skill on the broom and he really wanted to avoid being smothered in such excessive love.
Barely managing to stop himself from doing dangerous things on the broom he followed the instructions from Madam Hooch to the 'T'. Cho was really good and not knowing Harry's true prowess, she helped him where she thought necessary. All in all being in the air had been the best start to a day.
He was the last to leave the pitch as Madam Hooch had asked him to pack up all the balls and keep back the equipment. While was finally locking up the stubborn bludgers up he looked up and saw something tumbling out of the sky, straining his eyes, he realize it was a student.
Not bothering to draw his wand out he shouted 'arresto momentum', and saw the boy immediately fall in slow motion, almost landing gently on the ground. Running up to him to assess the damage Harry saw it was Draco Malfoy. Grimacing in pain while clutching his ankle on which he had fallen on at an odd angle.
Looking up Draco found himself staring into the stunning green eyes of Darren's brother, not knowing his name Draco croaked out his need to visit the nurse. Instead of listening the boy knelt before him pulling out a sparkling wand aiming it at his ankle.
Moving away in fear and distrust, Draco breathed furiously, "What the hell are you doing!" Looking complacently at him Harry whispered 'Restauro Fibulae' a blue mist covered his ankle and the pain vanishing immediately leaving behind a warm feeling. Stunned Draco quickly sat up checking to see if it really was repaired, putting his weight gingerly on his foot. It was completely healed turning to the boy he thanked him and asked for his name.
"Harry Potter, and do me a favor don't tell anyone that I helped you. It was a spell I had learned at home when Darren had fallen once long ago, I hate people making an issue about nothing."
"But…".
"No, if you don't listen, I'll tell people how you fell from your broom." Harry threatened.
Straightening up at those word Draco agreed rather haughtily and thanking Harry once more walked away his head held high. Smiling Harry followed him stopping to pick up the quidditch balls and headed inside.
DADA was a triumph, Harry watched as Darren and Hermione used the spell they had learnt, it was a simple jelly legs jinx with a the only difficulty lying in the pronunciation and the additional flick to the wand. Professor Quirrel looked like he couldn't care less. The last ten minutes of the class were spent on exchanging notes with other groups and comparing spells, they now had at least seven new spells to learn.
Groaning at the weight of their homework they left the class to begin with Transfigurations. Having being drilled in the first class on how object's essence could never change they began, trying to reshape a quill into a parchment .So far the only exciting thing that happened was Ron burning his quill to a crisp.
Harry who had attempted such spells at home in the privacy of his room knew how to do it but held back watching as Hermione created a parchment which had feather still lining it. The witch was really talented Harry thought, a little too enthusiastic but still very thorough, having had firsthand experience with her while working on their DADA assignments.
Looking around he saw Draco glaring at Hermione and grinned. The boy was so obvious. He looked so flustered and exasperated his quill enlargened and took a parchment color but did nothing else. Suddenly Draco swung his scowling face in Harry's direction and glowering at him, checked to see his progress, looking smug when he found an almost untouched quill on harry's desk.
So the day wore on and only at care of magical creatures did he feel really happy Hagrid had given them a bow truckle each to look after. The things were so entertaining and cute harry couldn't help but laugh every time his bow truckle, which he named lindy very close to the Latin word for cute, kept stumbling and desperately holding on to his bag. Finally taking pity on her he put her inside his bag leaving it partially open for breathing .
That day in the evening he saw Edward the house owl winging his way to the Gryffindor table and dropping a large parcel on Darren's lap. Craning his neck he realized it was the broom Darren needed now that he was seeker. Leaving his plate half full he ran over to the Gryffindor table to watch Darren open it. Everyone gasped at the table, it was the latest Nimbus. It was a beautiful work of art. Everyone leaned over to admire it and Darren promised rides to Ron and Harry grinning with joy.
Coming back to join his housemates at their table he was inundated with questions. Having patiently finished answering everybody he began to eat, when Draco called out to him from his table asking what it was all about Darren's new Nimbus Harry said watching Draco struggle with himself for a bit. Then he got up and went over to the Gryffindor table to check out the broom and congratulate Darren.
Harry thought about Draco, it was very strange behavior on his part. Draco was not friendly to anyone he was obnoxious and a bit rude, surely congratulating someone for something he had so desperately wanted for himself seemed so out of character. It was not as if Darren had shown any desire to be his friend and having Ron as his best friend effectively destroyed any future friendship with him, and yet he tried so hard. No something was not right and Harry would find out why later.