Please note that I own absolutely nothing of the Harry Potter series. Please enjoy. Also I may leave out some details or maybe a chapter that wasn't very important or I wanted to be later. Please do not comment about this. Finally, I did forget the Quidditch chapter, but I will add that in during this section.
Juliet's POV – Still Halloween Night
As I woke I felt a bit groggy. Professor McGonagall was standing with Professor Quirrell and my dad. I looked to see Harry was holding me. Seeing that I was awake he put me down. I used him to steady myself as I stood.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hermione spoke. "They came to save me," She said quietly. Professor McGonagall looked stunned. "Miss Granger?" She said baffled. Hermione nodded. "I went looking for the troll. I had read about trolls and figured I could take this one on by myself, but I was wrong. If it weren't for Harry, Ron, and Juliet I would probably be dead," She explained. I felt my heart drop a million miles a second. How could she defend us? We had been awful to her!
Professor McGonagall said, "Five points from Gryffindor, for your serious lack of judgment. As for you three, five points to you. For shear dumb luck," She said. Professor McGonagall turned and walked out, and dad walked over to the group of us. "Mr. Potter I will take it from here, I will escort your sister to the hospital," He said in his normal tone he used with Harry. Harry looked at me and I nodded, knowing what he was thinking. Harry sighed and I limped over, letting him take me to the hospital wing.
As soon as we got down there Madam Pomfrey was checking what was wrong with me. Luckily, I had managed to get away with a bit of a cut on my leg and a few other scrapes and bruises. As Madam Pomfrey began to bandage me up I grabbed my dad's hand. I didn't want to be alone, even with Madam Pomfrey around I would feel lonely. He smiled slightly as she finished up. We walked up to the portrait in front of the Gryffindor common room I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, dad," I said quietly. He smiled slightly and turned, walking off.
When I walked into the common room Harry ran over and hugged me as if I had been gone for a long time. He then looked at me. "Did he say anything rude to you or try to hex you?" He asked seriously. I laughed, forgetting that Harry didn't know the truth. "Of course not, Harry. Why would he even..er, no. He didn't do anything. I'm going to bed," I replied awkwardly and walked passed Harry.
Harry's POV Flying Lessons
As Ron, Juliet, Hermione, and I walked down to flying lessons Juliet and Hermione were discussing potions while Ron and I just walked and looked around. "I wish Juliet would just stop rambling on about Snape. He hates us!" I finally said to Ron. He nodded and thought for a second. "She might be friends with the git's daughter. I mean she might be nice, I've never really talked to her, though," He said calmly. I nodded. Ron was a good friend, but when it comes to problems with your sister, he's not even close to an expert. His sister was a year younger than him and was very independent, where my sister is really dependant on other people and exactly my age.
When we got out to the yard where class was being held I saw two neat rows of perfectly spaced brooms. Ron, Juliet, Hermione, and I all stood and waited for instruction from our flying teacher, Madam Hooch. "Okay," she said finally, "Welcome to your first flying lesson, step on the left side of your broom, stick out your hand, and say up." I looked at Juliet, who didn't look too sure. "Up!" She said as everyone else did. Her voice wavered and nothing happened, so I tried. "Up!" I exclaimed strongly. Immediately the broom was in my hand. "Woah," I muttered and smiled. As soon as Ron tried he was hit by his own broom. I laughed and Juliet hid a giggle.
As soon as everyone managed to get the broom in their hands she continued the lesson. "Now mount your brooms, hold on tight. We don't want you sliding off the end." Juliet looked unsure of herself. She's never been one to do anything like this, I thought. "Now," Madam Hooch said, "when I blow my whistle I want you to push off, hover for a moment, and then touch back down. On my count, three, two…" She blew her whistle. As soon as she did, Neville's broom was up and flying around. My eyes widened seeing the broom jerk and fly around with no command.
"Down! Down!" Neville screamed as he headed straight towards the wall. He crashed into it and fell to the ground, landing on his side.
Madam Hooch, followed by curious Gryffindors and Slytherins, ran over to see if he was alright. Juliet was in front of the crowd as Madam Hooch knelt down, inspecting his arm. "Oh. A broken wrist," she muttered. "Now, if I see one broom in the air while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing, you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch,'" she said. With that she left.
As soon as she did Draco began to tease Neville, by first picking up his rememberall and saying, "Oh! It's the stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. I think I'll leave it for him to find. Maybe in a tree," He said. He mounted his broom and kicked off, and I, wanting to defend my friend, did the same. "Give it here, Malfoy," I said, angered. Draco threw it. "There, go get it." I turned my broom and chased the Rememberall, until I caught it. I gave a sigh of relief because it almost smashed through a window. Feeling victorious I flew down and landed by all of the Gryffindors.
Juliet's POV Flying Lessons
I hugged my brother as he landed. "Nice job," I said seeing the Rememberall in his hand. A sharp voice made all of the Gryffindors part. "Potter!" called the voice of Professor McGonagall, "Come with me." Harry gave me a terrified glance as he walked off with her. I looked over at Ron who looked just as nervous for Harry as I felt.
Later that night Harry was in the common room, sitting in one of the chairs smiling. I walked over to him. "What happened? Are you in trouble?" I asked. He shook his head and smiled up at me. Harry responded, "I'm on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." I hugged him tightly and laughed relieved that he wasn't in trouble. Harry looked at me suddenly very serious and asked, "Are you not telling me something?"
