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~Chapter5~
The First years were bursting with excitement this morning for the first flying lessons of the year. The Gryffindors and Slytherins had a joint flying class that morning and most of them couldn't even wait for breakfast time to be over.
All the students had gathered at the field, nervously waiting for the class to start. Albus, Roux, Lukas and Screndus were part of the group of excited kids that had rushed through their breakfast. Though they didn't have to wait long for class to start, it was evident that they felt time was ticking by too slowly for their liking.
Soon a bulky man stepped onto the field. His entire frame gave off a strict and frightening feeling. He studied the first years in front of him with careful eyes before speaking up, "A broom is to wizard as a car is to muggle." He then continued with a frown, "I'm Professor Krum and I'll be your instructor for flying lessons."
Half the class cowered away at his booming voice, the other descended into furious whispers. Krum was still well known in the wizarding community. His lead of the Bulgarian Quidditch team was legendary.
Roux nudged Screndus, "I heard he's a famous Quidditch player back in our dad's days."
"Then why is he here?" Lukas asked studying the man before him.
Albus shrugged, "I think he got hurt and couldn't play anymore, that's why he's here…"
A shadow covered them, disrupting their conversation. They looked up to see Krum in front of them. The rest of the class was now quite as all eyes turned to them.
"Anything interesting you'd like to share with the class Mr…"Krum glared at Albus who gulped.
Albus looked up to Krum's eyes and felt his heart beat in his throat. "Potter…Albus Potter, sir." He stuttered quietly.
"Yes, Harry Potter's second son I assume?" Krum crossed his arms, "and these, your fellow mates?"
"Lu...Lukas Zabini" Lukas squeaked, trying not to falter away from his glaze.
"Ro..Roux We..Weasley, sir." Roux trembled.
Krum nodded and looked at Screndus, who didn't look fazed in the slightest. He held his head up high like a Malfoy would and replied, "Screndus Malfoy."
Krum's eyes widened and soon turned into slits, "Alright then, get on your broom Mr. Potter and do a woollongong shimmy."
"W-what!?"Albus gaped as he gripped tighter broom, "but I haven't done a-"
"I don't repeat myself" Krum ordered as his eyes turned into angry slits and pointed his wand at Albus, "Levitatus."
Albus felt the tips of his feet leave the grown and quickly sprung into action. He swung his leg over broom and looked frantically at the ground that was now becoming further and further away from him.
"Wait! No!" Albus panicked as he clung onto the broom desperately.
"Zigsateus."Krum said lazily as Albus's broom began to zoom around the field in a zig zag pattern at high speed. Krum turned back to his class whilst the students started at him in horror while Albus's wails filled the field. "Rule number one, no talking without permission in my class. I trust you all to learn it by heart. Ten points from Gryffindor for this."
"Professor Krum!" A little boy raised his hand and pointing to Albus who was still zooming across the field at high speed. "Albus is turning green!"
Krum turned to look at Albus and waved his hand in nonchalance as if he was unconcerned about the boy."We'll leave him be." Krum said.
Lukas frowned, "He's Harry Potter's son, he could-."Before he could finish the sentence he was levitated into the air too, "Rule number two, I don't want anybody pulling ranks on me, got that?"
Lukas managed to push past his initial shock and grip the broom tightly. His father had taught him some tricks before and it was all coming back to him.
"Got that?!" Krum demanded turning Lukas's broom upside down.
"Yes sir." Lukas grumbled, he was beginning to think less and less of this man's "teaching" techniques.
"I can't hear you!" Krum yelled.
Lukas flinched, "Yes sir!"
Satisfied with the response, Krum turned to the still speeding Albus and flicked his wand. Albus came hurtling towards the group. Just before Albus was about to collide into the Marcy Brown, he skidded to a halt. Lukas felt himself also fall strait to the floor and land on his chest. He could feel a point of a rock skid across his arm. He got to his feet quickly as he rushed to Albus's side.
Krum ignored the boys and turned to glare at Screndus and Roux. His eyes lingered on Screndus a little longer before turning to address the entire class, "I want the whole class to know the rules by heart by next class, understood?"
"Yes!" The first years all chorused together.
"Class dismissed."Krum announced as he sent Screndus one last glare. Screndus and Roux rushed to join Lukas as he stood supporting a very ill, very green looking Albus.
~Zabini Manor~
Blaise had just flooed back to his manor to retrieve some files he had forgotten to bring to work when he heard the sound of glass shattering. Fear rose within Blaise, he quickly rushed towards the source of the sound. He whipped out his wand, ready for anything.
"Luna?"Blaise asked worriedly as he arrived at the study to find his wife frozen in the middle of the library. Shattered pieces of a vase scattered the floor around her bare feet. Blaise quickly muttered a spell to clean up the mess as he walked up to Luna and caressed her face gently. Luna's eyes fluttered open upon Blaise's touch.
"Blaise!" Luna's usual dreamy voice had disappeared. It had been replaced with one that was full of fear and sounded completely alien against her lips.
Blaise led her to sit down on the sofa, "What's wrong, Love?"
"L-Lukas…"Luna said twisting the hem of her robe as her eyes darted back and forth to Blaise's. "I think there's something wrong."
"Merlin!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed as she spotted Roux supporting Albus. He was still green from the events of their very first flying lesson. Screndus stood the other side of Albus supporting him as they walked through the infirmary.
Lukas trailed behind the three boys, he had received some scratches when Professor Krum released him from the spell.
Madame Pomfrey quickly levitated both boys onto the hospital beds."What in the name of Merlin were you boys doing!?" She muttered as she began to examine the boys.
"We had a slight accident in flying lessons." Roux replied as he watched his friends with worried eyes.
Madame Pomfrey bit back the colourful words she had in mind for the flying lessons Professor Krum seemed to give. She would defiantly be having words with the Headmistress again. Pushing her thoughts aside, Madam Pomfrey once again focused on the two injured boys and scurried into her personal stock of potions for something to help.
After an hour of Madam Pomfrey shoving numerous potions at them and performing spells, it was lunch time. The boys promised Madam Pomfrey that they would head straight to the hall and have lunch. But as soon as they were out of her worried sight, they all ran in the opposite direction.
They rushed straight back to the Quidditch field. The houses were holding their tryouts that day and they were not going to miss it.
Since Harry made the team in first year, the school had decided to open up tryouts for first years to give them a chance to prove their skills. Not that any of the first years ever made the team. But it was not for lack of effort.
They arrived at the field to see colours of different houses scattered around the pitch. The houses were taking turns on holding the tryouts. The boys quickly scanned the seats that were set up for the tryout participants and their friends. They found that Blaire was already waiting for them with Violet who was chatting with her Hufflepuff friend Tina Bones.
They only had time to drop their bags when the Gryffindor house called in their participants, being the first house to hold the tryouts.
"Albus!" Screndus yelled as he tossed the boy a pin, "For good luck! You'll be just as great as your dad."
Albus smiled as he put on the tiny pin, on it was a picture of him and Harry. He'll make his father proud today. "You coming, Roux?"Albus yelled as Roux shook his head and sat with Blaire and Violet.
The Gryffindor Head of house, Neville, smiled as he greeted the players."Now, I want you all to remember, no matter if you get in or not, the fact that you've tried your hardest is what matters the most ok? Alright, let's show some Gryffindor passion."
Most of the boys and girls rolled their eyes at Neville's pep talk. Their attention was quickly snatched away by seven red figures zooming onto the field.
Whist Roux and Lukas gasped excitedly as they watched the Gryffindor team lap around the pitch, Blaire sighed, "I don't know why you request that we be here for your tryouts, it's kinda boring."
"Oh, shut up." Lukas rolled his eyes, "Just because you don't play doesn't mean you aren't required to show some house support!"
"I'm in Ravenclaw you idiot." Blaire glared at her brother.
Screndus snickered, "And I still wonder how that's even possible, you have the brain of a bug."
"Do not!" Blaire snapped, her hands flying to her hips.
"Do too!" Screndus quipped back.
Lukas sighed as he tossed his head back on the bench. His friends could be overwhelming sometimes. Albus was trying for the seeker position. He zoomed around the pitch with excellent skills and speed. He was a natural, just like his father.
James watched his brother zoom across the pitch. He was already in the team as one of the chasers, more like his mother in that retrospect. He was never quick and agile like Albus or his dad, defiantly not built to be a seeker. He looked on at his brother proudly. Though the results wouldn't come out until next week, he was sure his brother had done wonderfully.
Roux had decided to wait another year before trying out, hence he looked on at his friends with a broad smile.
The try outs flew past in a second. Soon enough the Gryffindors left the pitch and the Slytherin's took their turn. Professor Krum, head of Slytherin house switched with Neville and the entire pitch turned silent as the Bulgarian man made his way to the middle of the pitch.
"This is Quidditch." Krum said crossing his arms as he studied each player. After his Quidditch lesson with the first years earlier, most of the first year tryouts had opted to flee Professor Krum's intimidating gaze.
"This is no game, it's a matter of honour and glory. If you don't think you're tough enough to survive, leave now."
As expected, the Slytherins stood their ground. After all, there was an audience around and Slytherins had their pride to retain. Screndus and Lukas both stood with their head held high. Screndus was trying out for the place of the seeker while Lukas was trying out for the place of the chaser.
"Alright, Zabini, you're up."Krum said, his voice booming, "Get in front of the goals."
"Why?" Lukas blinked confusedly, "I applied for chaser…"
"Are you questioning my motives?"Krum demanded then he turned to some fifth years, "Load up the bludgers."
"Wait!" Blaire shot up from her seat and exclaimed, "You can't do that! He's a first year!"
"Age isn't a matter in Quidditch." Krum frowned as he crossed his arms again, "Begin."
Once again, Lukas found himself having to act quickly as he hopped on his broom. Lukas began to dodge the bludgers coming from all directions. He turned the broom beneath him and quickly weaved himself through the unrelenting bludgers. He was doing quite well until a bludger knocked him straight into his upper arm. Pain shot through him and his grip loosened. Lukas felt himself slide off his broom and hurtle to the ground.
"Lukas!" Blaire ran over to him worriedly, "You ok?"
Hearing his sisters fear, Lukas lifted himself from the ground into a sitting position and gave her a tired smile, "I'm the tough twin here, I'm fine."
"Bloody Merlin! You broke your arm."Roux pointed out. He pointed to Lukas's arm that clutched to his chest.
Screndus scowled angrily as he rushed to Lukas's side. He had had just about enough of this Krum guy. "We need to get him to the infirmary."
"Mr. Malfoy!" Krum shouted, "Come back to the tryouts or don't bother coming back at all."
Screndus snarled at the man and was about to snap at him when Lukas pulled his attention to him.
"Go, I'll be fine. Kick that old git's butt for me." Lukas grinned as he tried to hide the pain in his arm. Lukas watched as Screndus opened his mouth to protest. "Would you stop worrying about me and go play some Quidditch! You're starting to sound like my grandma!"
Screndus felt a grin spread across his face as he nodded with a determined gleam in his eyes."I'm getting on that team!"
Screndus quickly grabbed his broom and flew into position.
"Alright!" Krum nodded as Screndus took his place in front of the goals, "Begin."
Screndus took his position and watched as the bludgers were released. He kept his head level as he veered in and out of the flying bludgers. He used all the might he could find in him to keep his weight centred on his broom as he s upside down to dodge a bludger that was aimed for his head.
The bludgers just kept coming and coming. One after the other, Screndus dodged them, but the ache in his arms started to loosen his grip. He glanced to Krum who was smiling ruefully back at him. A plume of anger erupted in him as he felt a rush of adrenalin cascade through him. His determination to make it past all the bludgers continued.
Beats of sweat dripped down his forehead. Hope sprang through Screndus as he watched the last bludger being released from its cadge. Screndus watched as the bludger swung through the air and aimed at his leg. He quickly shifted his broom and let it fly past him. Relief mixed with pride filled him as he realised he had passed the test.
His happiness was short lived as he felt an excruciating pain erupt from his lower back. The bludger that he had dodged had swung back and flung it's self at Screndus. He managed to dodge it by the skin of his teeth when he watched the bludger once again holt in its path and fling itself back towards him.
This bludger was not like the other ones. It seemed like it was determined to knock Screndus off his broom. Screndus looked to Krum confused and was greeted with a smirk.
The bludger was now hurtling at speed and aiming for Screndus's head. There was no time for him to swerve out the way so he turning his shoulder to the fling ball to take the brunt of the blow. The bludger smacked into his shoulder at full force. Screndus felt himself slip off the broom, his whole body shacking with the pain in his shoulder.
His body may have failed, but his grip remained tight. Screndus found himself hanging in midair. His good arm gripped to the broom as he winced in pain. Thankfully, the bludger had stopped its relentless aim on him and zoomed across the pitch out of sight. But all Screndus could think about was not letting go of his broom. He wasn't at all concerned about the pain it might cause, falling to the ground. No, Screndus gripped to that broom, determined to pull himself up. If he let go, he would lose to that Krum git and lose his chance at the team.
With everything left in him, Screndus swung his arm back and forth. He got enough momentum to kick his let up and hook it onto the side of his broom. With one final push, Screndus gripped his leg around the broom and anchored himself to it.
His heart pounded against his chest as he composed himself. With all the air of Slytherin pride and confidence, Screndus turned to Krum and smirked.
Krum shot daggers back at him as he growled. "Next!"Krum snarled angrily.
Screndus pushed his broom to the ground and walked off. Once he was out of sight he found himself collapse to the ground and pant heavily. His father had trained him as a seeker, but this drill had taken its toll on him. He quickly wiped off beads of sweat off his forehead and anticipated what challenges the man wanted to throw at him.
Screndus was convinced the last bludger Krum had thrown at him had been tampered with. Screndus had never seen a bludger act like that before. He didn't know why Krum seemed to be so determined to crush his chances of getting on the Slytherin team, but wasn't going to like that slimy git win.
He may be a Slytherin but he still had a bit of Gryffindor stubbornness from his mother. He wouldn't back down so easily.