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Flying was everything Harry was hoping for and more. It was almost as if the broom could feel his excitement as it jumped into his hand on his first call of "Up!" The grin hadn't left his face since then, especially because he was one of the first to manage to mount the broom properly. Ron and Harry shared a smirk when, after Draco Malfoy's bragging about how long he'd been flying for, Madam Hooch corrected his grip and told him he'd been riding the broom wrong for years.

When they were all mounted Madam Hooch showed everyone how to hover, which again Harry achieved on the first try to his great delight. Flying was something that came naturally to him and he couldn't wait for the chance to fly properly in the air! Too bad he couldn't play quidditch this year, but he could certainly practice with his snitch for next year's tryouts!

Lost in these thoughts he didn't notice Neville attempt to copy him, but because of his nerves, push off the ground rather too hard and go skyrocketing in the air. Shocked and scared, Neville gripped hold of the broom for dear life, unintentionally flattening himself out along it and therefore causing the broom to speed up. As he veered closer to the castle, the broom dropped in height and bumping down the side of the castle wall he made it about 3 feet from the ground before his arms gave out and he tumbled to the ground, passing out from shock, his wrist at an awkward angle.

Madam Hooch was there within seconds and with a soft "renervate" Neville was sitting up. Helping him up to his feet, she turned to the rest of the class

"Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground whilst I take Mr Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. Anyone who I catch flying will be out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch'."

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Poppy was ready for the two when they entered. She had been watching Harry like a hawk, watching for anything that could mean disaster was coming. She had seen the Longbottom boy try to copy her nephew and its consequences and she could tell just by the way that he was holding his wrist that he had broken it. Since he'd passed out as well she'd have to keep him in the Hospital Wing overnight just to check that it was just shock and nothing else.

She turned away from the window and gathered the things she would need to treat him as quickly and efficiently as possible. Which meant that she didn't see what happened next.

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The class stood around chatting for a minute or two after Neville's exit and Madame Hooch's warning. Then Malfoy's voice was heard, clearly, over the chatter.

"Ha! Look at this! It's Longbottom's remembrall! Maybe if he'd given this a squeeze he have remembered how to fall rather than just letting go. Pathetic."

"Give it back Malfoy" Harry said sharply, causing the entire class to shut up instantly "it isn't yours."

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere you have to fly to get it!" He winked at Crabbe and Goyle who laughed stupidly back.

Malfoy mounted his broom, incorrectly still Harry noticed, and sneered at Harry

"Not going to come get it Potter? Boy Who Lived not going to help?" Extra sneer was present on the word help.

Harry grabbed his broom in anger, brushed off the bushy haired know-it-all who tried to talk to him, mounted and kicked off, chasing Malfoy.

He took a moment out of his anger to appreciate the beauty of flying. He was right. It was beautiful, it was natural, it was where he belonged. It just felt... right.

Suddenly he noticed a green blur and the reason why he was up here came back to him. Anger coursing through him again he faced the Slytherin.

"Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you off that broom!" he did actually know how, Fred had been trying to knock George off all that day at the Weasley's and had shown Harry how.

"Go and get it then!" He shouted as he threw it towards the castle wall.

Harry reacted by instinct. He flattened himself along the broom handle and shot towards the flying glass ball. He imagined in his head that he was chasing a snitch and followed its every move before catching it about 6 feet off the ground and less than a foot from the wall.

He landed, slightly ungracefully, the ball clutched tightly in his fist to the cheers of his housemates. He then realised that he had blood all over his face and that his Head of House was walking towards him with a stern expression on her face.

Only one thought passed through his head then. "Oh dear."

"Potter! Never in all my years at Hogwarts! Come with me! Now!"

Harry grimaced further, hastily scrubbed his face attempting to get rid of some of the blood and passing the remembrall to Ron, followed Professor McGonagall into the castle amidst hoards of sniggering Slytherins.

Entering a disused classroom, Minerva stopped, her hands on her hips.

"Never give me a fright like that again young man!" she scolded "I thought you had lost control of your broom at first and then I was sure you were going to crash into the castle wall at full speed!"

"Sorry ma'am." Harry hung his head. The exhilaration of the flight and the anger of Malfoy's words had gone leaving him feeling exhausted and he still wasn't used to people caring about what he did to himself, so this scolding for worrying a person he thought of as an adoptive auntie was new to him still.

"It's alright Harry - I was just worried." A light suddenly came into her eyes. It was almost mischievous in nature. "Was that your first time on a broom?"

"On my own, yes. Fred took me on his over the summer."

The stern professor grinned. "We have to find Wood." she said.