Fun Fact: Urie is actually going to turn thirteen in her first year, because her birthday's in February.


(Henry POV)

I honestly have absolutely no clue what dad said to Professor Snape, but after that first day in potions, he was now content to pretend as if neither Harry or I existed at all. I wasn't too mad about this and simply did what I was supposed to in his class.

He still bullied the Gryffindors ever so relentlessly and though I usually wanted to say something, I didn't. Better not test my luck with this particular teacher, especially when after seeing the notice in our common room, we now had Flying lessons to look forward to and look forward to them we all did.

All throughout the school, kids were telling stories, even Harry and I couldn't help but tell everyone who'd listen about how one time I'd stood up and surfed on my broom before falling off and into a lake, where dad had been made to go in and get me so I didn't drown.

"You're lucky to still be alive after that." Harry said and I grinned with a shrug.

Draco went on and on to us about how he had basically been raised on a broom and how he would be the best of the best out of everyone. I personally doubted it, though I didn't say anything.

Despite being all humble about it, my cousin was a natural on a broom and I couldn't wait to see him play Quidditch.

The inexperienced flyer in our group seemed to be Urie, who had been so scared of heights that last year, she'd skipped every single flying class until she'd ultimately failed it, which contributed to her failing her first year and though she'd said that she would at least try this year, we promised that we'd drag her there by her hair if she didn't come, causing her to laugh.

It was honestly all we could talk about until the day finally came and we made our way to breakfast, all still chattering nervously as we went.

On our way to our table, I stopped when I saw Neville Longbottom open a package at the Gryffindor table that contained a small ball a little bigger than a marble, filled with white smoke. "It's a remembrall!" He said to the Gryffindores around him. "My gran knows I forget stuff, so she must've sent it. See? You just hold it real tight like this, and… oh…" his face fell, because the remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet.

"You've forgotten something." He was just trying to remember what exactly he'd forgotten, when Draco leaned around me and snatched the remembrall from his hands.

Ron and Dean jumped to their feet, while Harry and I took a step back. They were clearly wanting a fight but we wanted nothing to do with it. Before anything could happen though, Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any other teacher was there in a flash. "What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my remembrall, Professor." Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the remembrall back onto the table.

"Just looking." With that, he turned away and we followed him.

"What the hell, dude?" I said and Harry agreed.

"What? I thought it was cool." He said and Harry, seeming to have finally had enough, said. "If you don't stop, Malfoy, we won't be your friend anymore."

He stopped and looked between us, a scowl suddenly on his face. "Yeah?" He didn't seem to believe Harry, but I nodded. "It's one thing to talk about them, but honestly, you don't have to be a bully."

"I'm not a bully."

"Yeah, you are and if you don't stop, we're not gonna be your friend." With that, we turned and walked away, Urie looking from us to Draco with a look of exasperation.

"You three fight like girls." I heard her mutter and I laughed as we went to sit for breakfast. Yeah, we did fight like girls, but Harry and I did have good intentions.

(Harry POV)

It was a beautiful sunny day when we all made our way out, onto the Hogwarts grounds for our first flying lesson. We were close to the edge of the forbidden forest and having arrived first, we stood on one side of the broomsticks which were laid out into two rows, one for Slytherin and one for Gryffindor.

I'd heard some pretty scary stuff about the school brooms. Urie had told me yesterday actually that a kid had gotten seriously hurt during a quidditch game, yesterday when his broom flew the wrong way and he'd had to jump off to avoid hitting a goal post. Hearing that hadn't made me to keen on getting on one of these brooms but as the Gryffindors, then our teacher Madam Hooch arrived, I found myself no caring if I was thrown off anymore but simply wanting to get on a broom and feel the wind in my face again, just as I did at home, whenever I would fly with Uncle Sirius.

Our teacher was short, with gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. It was honestly more interesting than scary, but no time to think as Madam Hooch told us all to make sure that we were lined up properly with the brooms. "Come on, hurry up!"

Standing beside my broom, I saw that it was old, with twigs sticking out all over at weird angles. "Stick out your right hand over your broom!" Called Madam Hooch from the front of the class, "and say 'up!'."

"UP!"

My broom was immediately in my hands, but looking around, I saw that not everyone had had the same luck. Henry's had come up about halfway before it seemed to lose its nerve and fall again, Hermione Granger's had simply rolled over on the ground and Neville's hadn't moved at all. Perhaps brooms could tell when you were afraid, because there was a quiver in Neville's voice that clearly said that he'd rather keep his feet on the ground.

Madam Hooch continued to work with us, until everyone would at get their broom to jump halfway up, even if not high enough to be caught, then she began working with us on mounting our brooms, which Henry, Draco, Urie and I all did easily, though when I looked, I saw Urie was shaking where she stood.

Our teacher then began walking up and down the lines, correcting people's grips, and I was honestly a little surprised when Draco was told that he'd been mounting his incorrectly for years, like how do you mount a broomstick incorrectly? Deciding it wasn't worth thinking about, I listened as Madam Hooch now held up her whistle.

"Now! When I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard." She said, "Keep your broom steady, rise a few feet, then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle, three, two—"

But Neville, apparently too nervous and jittery, because he was afraid of being left on the ground, pushed off hard, before Madam Hooch's whistle had even touched her lips. "COME BACK HERE, BOY!" She shouted, but Neville was rising up, straight, like a cork out of a bottle. He rose twelve feet, then twenty feet, he continued up and looking up at him anxiously, I could see his scared white face looking down at us as he went farther and farther up. Suddenly, he gasped and slipped sideways and with a loud THWUMP and a nasty cracking sound, Neville lay in the grass in a heap nearby us.

Glancing up, I saw his broomstick was still rising higher and higher as it then started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and eventually made its way out of sight. Looking back over at Neville, I could see Madam Hooch bending over him, her face as white as his. "Broken wrist." I heard her mutter, "Come on, boy it's alright. Up you get." She turned then to face the rest of us. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing. You leave those brooms where they are, or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'."

With that, Madam Hooch, who had her arm around Neville, his face tear stricken, as he clutched his wrist, went off in the direction of the Hospital Wing. No sooner we're they out of earshot, then Draco burst into laughter, many others in their class joining him.

"Did you see his face! The great lump!"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped and Henry and I exchanged glances as Pansy Parkinson snickered.

"Oh? Sticking up for Longbottom are you? Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."

"Look!" Said Draco suddenly as he rushed forward and grabbed something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." I bit my lip as the remembrall glinted in the sunlight and Henry glared, about to step forward and say something, when to my utter surprise, Jakoba Skyknight stepped forward, causing Urie to just about have a heart attack. She liked this boy and the last we needed was for Malfoy to have beef with someone else we didn't hate.

He really was a drama queen.

"Give that here, Malfoy." His voice was light and quiet, his dark blue eyes glinting in the sunlight.

Everyone was now watching and had quieted to watch.

Malfoy smiled nastily at him. "I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, how about… up a tree?"

"Give it here!" Jakoba said a bit louder, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and had taken off.

Henry and I grabbed our brooms to follow, but Jakoba was already in the air, despite Hermione's cries that he was going to get expelled, and chasing him, he was quickly eye level with Malfoy.

Frozen in anticipation, we watched as Jakoba flew up with him and blue eyes met gray. They were far up enough that I couldn't understand what was being said until suddenly, the remembrall was in the air and soaring away and grabbing my broom, I jumped on it and flew at the remembrall, Henry calling after me as I went.

I loved flying, it was honestly what helped me to feel so much joy in my life. Even when I was sad that I couldn't always be myself, even when things were tough or I didn't feel good enough to be "The-Boy-Who-Lived" or whatever, I have always felt good about flying and right now was no exception.

I soared up, then meeting the foggy ball, I did a nose-dive to catch it as Jakoba flew beside me and in unison, we put our hands on it as our feet touched the grass and we stood. I looked at him and with a smile, we cheered with the rest of the class as I looked and saw Henry shove Draco in annoyance and storm off.

I was just going to go tell my cousin that everything was fine and he didn't need to be so upset, when suddenly, I heard something that made my stomach sink lower than the nose-dive I'd just done. Professor McGonagall was running outside and shouting at us, her glasses askew as she came.

"NEVER! IN ALL MY TIME AT HOGWARTS!" Professor McGonagal was almost speechless with shock and her glasses flashed furiously. "How dare you! Might have broken your neck!"

"It wasn't our fault—"

"Be quiet Skyknight."

"But Malfoy—"

"That's enough Mr. Weasley!"

"You two, follow me." I exchanged a look with the Gryffindor Who'd just tried to defend me, despite being in Slytherin and smiling at him a little, I looked down as I followed after McGonagall, my heart pounding on my chest.

I knew we were in heaps of trouble, but would they really expel three students? No, they won't. Did Professor McGonagall even see Malfoy in the air? If not, I'll take Verateserum to prove it, or maybe Jakoba could, because then they could ask me who I really was and that gave me more anxiety than being expelled if I was being honest.

I followed after Jakoba, who, like me, was struggling to keep up with the head of his house. She was sweeping forward, without even looking at us. I could tell by Jakoba's pale features though that he was just as nervous as I was.

We hadn't even lasted two weeks… what was Uncle Zander going to say when he found out? Would he or Aunt Rose shout at me? I hoped not, I would legitimately cry. I was only trying to help catch the ball. Jakoba was the brave one and I'd feel so horrible if he was expelled.

In that moment, I hated Draco Malfoy, even despite finding him chill and cool, I was so frustrated and angry, and sad, that I wanted to do exactly what Professor McGonagall was doing and wrench open doors and storm through the halls like I was going to commit murder. However, I simply followed her, my head down.

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom and poking her head in she asked if she could borrow a student. I looked at Jakoba and we both raised our eyebrows. What in the world was going on?

When the student came out, I noticed that he was a burly fifth year boy, and without wasting time, Professor McGonagall told him to follow us and with that, we turned and walked toward the Dungeons.

Was she going to have this student punish us? Was she going to get Snape because he was the head of our house? What in the world was going on?

We did, indeed, go to Snape's office, where he sat grading essays during a free period. When Professor McGonagall knockedp, we were allowed into his office. Telling the three of us to stay out here, Professor McGonagall stepped into the Potion Master's office and while they talked, I looked from the boy called Wood to Jakoba, then down at my feet.

A couple minutes passed when suddenly two things happened, a boy I knew to be named Flint arrived, stating that Snape had called him from class and the door to Snape's office opened and they stepped out to speak with us.

"Two perfect seekers." She was saying. "They did a nearly impossible nose dive and caught that remembrall like it was nothing."

Snape looked closely at me, an odd expression on his face as Flint jumped forward, eyes glinting. "Really? Are you sure? He's a first year and kinda small, but maybe… we haven't had tryouts yet so…" Wood was also now talking to McGonagall and looking at Jakoba, I could see that he was just as confused as I was.

"Wait, aren't first years not allowed on the Quidditch teams?" Jakoba asked and Snape nodded.

"Normally, they are not, but exceptions have been made in the past."

I looked at Jakoba and looking back at me, we exchanged smiles. Were we seriously not going to get into trouble because the houses had that much of a rivalry over Quidditch?

You know what, I'm not going to complain.