I'm sorry about this chapter not being as long as it could be, flying scenes are particularly hard for me to write for some reason.

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—Harry Potter—

Nico didn't disappear for long this time. He soon came into the hall.

"Here, Nico." said Hermione, pushing the plate we filled towards him.

Nico groaned. "How many times do I need to say I don't need you to take care of me?"

"In order for the message to sink in? Maybe forever." said Ron, getting more upbeat again.

He grumbled but I noticed he seemed to enjoy eating the food and getting crowed over by us.

When he was done, I pulled him up. "Come on, let's go early before Quidditch practice."

He looked confused. "Why? I'm not on the Quidditch team. Quidditch is some kind of sport, right?"

"Yeah." said Ron, getting suspicious again. "Are you sure you don't know about it?"

Nico shrugged. "I might have heard it once or twice, but I don't really."

I was amazed that he didn't know about Quidditch. It was practically the only sport in the wizarding world, after all.

"Then it's your lucky day." I said to him. "Since Quidditch is the best sport in the world and I'm going to show you all about it."

He was starting to look nervous. "Okay."

Hermione and Ron followed us to the Quidditch pitch.

I grabbed my Nimbus Two Thousand. "So, the rules are relatively simple—"

"No way!" gasped Ron. "You're really going to let him ride your Nimbus Two Thousand!"

I looked at him strangely. Maybe he was jealous since I hadn't met Nico all that long ago but it had taken me a couple of weeks before Ron rode it.

"Um, yeah." I said before I continued explaining to Nico how to play Quidditch.

Nico looked a bit pale when I was done, for some reason.

"Okay." I handed him my broom. "So—"

"There's sort of another problem, Harry." he said nervously. "I can't fly."

We all stared at him.

"Hey, don't look at me like that!" he said defensively. "Lots of first-years can't fly, and my camp isn't exactly big on flying okay?"

I had to admit he had a point. But what kind of camp taught advanced magic and no flying?!

"Well," I decided. "In that case, we're just gonna have to teach you."

I put my broomstick on the ground, deciding to start with what Madam Hooch taught us. "Right, hold your hand over the broom and say 'up.'"

Nico nodded slowly and did that. It didn't move.

"Up." he said louder. Then he began to look annoyed. "Up, you stupid thing!"

The broom still didn't move. He looked frustrated and yelled, "UP!"

As if shot out of a cannon, it slammed into him and shot off into the air.

"Help!" yelled Nico. "Now what!"

"Uh, um, lean right to steer right and left to steer left!" I yelled back. He screamed something that might've been okay before narrowly avoiding a tree only to narrowly swerve past a statue, uh oh.

"Fred, lend me your broom." I called, turning around.

Fred(probably) looked confused as he entered the Quidditch pitch. "Why?"

As if on cue, Nico flew past screaming and almost colliding with the wall of a tower.

"That's why!" said Hermione, looking distraught.

"Then we'll help." said both twins in unison, swinging their legs over their own broomsticks and taking off into the air.

"Help!" Nico yelled, spinning past.

Ron let out a snicker but quickly turned it into a cough when Hermione looked at him.

The twins reached for him as he zipped past them again and again. I stared, praying that they wouldn't destroy my broomstick.

Finally, Nico collided with the seats at the edge of the pitch and collapsed on them looking dizzy.

Me and Ron had to suppress the urge to laugh. I hadn't seen anyone naturally mess up at flying at all since first-year.

"Not funny." he grumbled as Fred and George dumped him on the ground. We were all trying our best not to laugh, but failing miserably.

I took my broomstick back from one of them.. "Well, I didn't expect you to lose your temper with the broomstick! Anyway, haven't you ever tried flying before?"

He shrugged. "Once. My cousin Jason —best flier back there— decided it would be fun to grab me and fly around a bit. It was scary, but I know he wouldn't have let anything happen."

"You've got a cousin?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, at least three. We don't keep in touch much, unfortunately." Nico suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"That's fine." said Hermione, shooting Ron a look to which he replied with a smirk.

"Harry! Practice is starting!" called Wood.

I looked back at them, feeling slightly jealous that I wouldn't get to spend more time with them today when Nico was around too. Because let's face it, Ron was right about him being strange.

Nico turned to look at me. "I guess we'll see you later."

I nodded a bit reluctantly. "Yeah. See ya." I said before leaving.