heyya people, its me again with a new chapter, not going to keep you long, just wanted to let you know that (add later)
It didnt take Draco and I even a day before we learned that our new friend wasnt doing well in his classes. He could do the spells, its just that when a teacher or even another student asked to show them or even when asked a question, though he knew the answer he was just too nervous to do it right. In all of his classes exept Herbology and Potions he wasnt really learning anything because it was hard to pay attention so Draco and i decided we would take it upon ourselves to help him out. We would get together every second day in the library and help eachother with our homework and on the days that we have Charms, Transfiguration and DADA we would get together and teach him the spell work. I must admit that he really is a powerful Wizard.
waking up one morning i realized that we had been at the school well over a month and Halloween was just around the corner. Its amazing how time seems to get away from us, even for a night walker like myself. though this one time the thoughts that this time brings up arent happy ones. Lilly and James Potter had died that night, even if people barely remember that night for more than it was when the Dark Lord dissapeared.
Feeling responsable for the deaths of my brothers last living descendent that bore our name I take the time on Halloween night to light a candle for them. At exactly midnight on the 31st i make sure that a small pair of candles with their names carved into one is lit and i watch as it slowly burns itself back into the darkness. This is how many humans are to my kind, nothing but a lit candle. Bright and entertaining for a while until their time is up and everything returns to the dark again. I wonder how long it will be before Draco and Neville are gone... I shouldnt think about it.
several hours before dawn i fall asleep for a few hours of peaceful rest.
Soon enough its time for me and my friends to head to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast after a day of classes. for me it felt like too soon i was being entertained by Draco and Neville, too soon i was enjoying myself insted of mourning the deaths that i had caused. In no time though we were disrupted when the stuttering idiot burst loudly into the hall yelling
"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! thought you ought to know..." before passing out in a dead faint. It was a pathetic act really, he was breathing too quickly for someone supposedly passes out and his eyes kept twitching as though blinking with his eyes closed.
"Prefects, please lead your houses to their common rooms and Teachers follow me to the Dungeons." Dumbledore calls into the loud room of panicking children.
"idiot," Draco muttered "if we go to our common room we'll come face to face with a Troll." silently i nod my head in agreement with my friend. The man is a fool so its lucky that our Prefects arent and they lead us to the Library insted.
It took nearly an hour for the teachers to report that it was safe for the students once again. It also turns out that the muggleborn girl from potions class Granger... i didnt know her first name, had been hiding in a bathroom after being teased by her housemates and hadnt been told about the Troll. The teachers arrived just in time to saver her life, but she had been hurt pretty bad and remained for a week in a coma in the hospital wing before her parents decided it was too dangerous and had her transfered to a muggle hospital. After that most of the girls were quiet wondering about all the 'what ifs' and worrying about a girl they would never see again even if she does wake from her coma. Its a shame though that she is gone, she was a quick learner not to mention that her magic is quite strong. Lets hope she doesnt leave the magical community all together.
The Granger girl was forgotten a few weeks later when the school posted notices about flying lessons. This information inspired students of all houses to tell stories of their flying accidents and mishaps they'd had while growing up. Even Neville gave a few stories about pathetic attempts that lead him to believe that he much preferred being on the ground where he is safe. Draco and I laughed along with some Slytherins that had learned to tolerate the Gryffindor boy for our sake. Even Draco was telling tall tales about his adventures, at least so long as there are students in red robes nearby. I almost laugh aloud when he tells others about narrowly missing a muggle helecopter.
All in all Neville, Draco and i were enjoying life in the caslte. Draco never got lost like all the other first years because i always knew where to go, but he never said anything if he noticed and for once we were exited to have a class with the Gryffindors because it meant that the three of us would be in class together. If Neville wasnt a pureblood i think Draco would have a hard time accepting him as a friend if he had to accept a muggle born Gryffindor, it just goes against everything that has been taught to him.
Our first flying lesson was certainly eventful. Unfortunatly a combination of nervousness and a broom that vibrates whenever you're doing something wrong was too much for Neville to handle and he fell from the broom, breaking his wrist. Madame Hooch the flying instructot for the school decided to take him to the hospital wing herself leaving a bunch of first years alone with brooms and a strict warning not no leave the ground. As soon as both teacher and student were gone Ron saw the chance to challenge Malfoy, in the end using a gift that Neville had recieved from his Gran the other day. The rivalry between their families seemed to take a part in the challenge. Dray couldnt back down from such a challenge so he ended out taking to the air on his broom and i must say he wasnt too bad. The pair raced around the Quiddich feild, but Ron wasnt good at controling his broom and he knew it too.
From where i was standing i could see rons smirk as he knocked Draco from his broom from at least 30 ft in the air and was laughing hard as the blond boy began falling to what could have been his death. Without thinking about my actions, only that i need to help Draco, i barely remember to grab a broom and fly to the falling body of my first friend in years. Feeling the wind rushing in my ears as the students behind me gasp and yell for their classmate. I make it jusy in time to catch Dray before he touches the ground and speed the pair of us back to the other students before we could get caught.
"WEASLEY!" yelled a furious McGonagall stalking across the pitch looking a lot like her Slytherin counter part, although nobody would dare tell her that for fear of her fury. Never cross a cat, but crossing a cat animagus is just signing your own death warrant.
"get down here this instant! You know the rules. Nobody is allowed to fly unsupervised let alone first years. Get down here, you'll have detention for the rest of the week for your blatant disregard for the rules!" she hissed at the boy who had stopped laughing and managed to make it back to the ground unscathed.
"But Malfoy was flying as well," Ron whined like a small child, "he fell right..." as he looked to the spot where Draco should have been lying unconcious he was shocked to see the grass appeared to be untouched.
"Dont lie about such things, Mr. Malfoy is standing right next to Mr. Potter."
The head lion growled at her charge before she began dragging the boy back into the school with one final look of warning to the remaining students that should they touch their brooms again that day they would be wishing they were being sent home. Ron on the other hand sent Dray and myself a pathetic glare, but it wasnt even worth laughing over. In the end the lesson wasnt so bad, but it would have been better if Nev wasnt hurt. When we were dismissed by Hooch Dray and i went to visit him at the hospital wing to tell him about everything that happened in the lesson and have a good laugh over our small triumph over Ron.