Ok, so this chapter is a bit longer than the first one, but I didn't want to separate the scenes. Also if you don't see in here scenes from the movie or the books it is because Y/N wasn't there when it was happening.

Anyway, I know I was late with this chapter (sorry about that) and it's not anything special. We are still on the classics. But I thought it was best to show Y/N's course over the years before we throw canon away on "Deathly Hollows" because, yes, that's were the big differences begin. (Don't worry there's still war) But up until then our beloved Y/N is just a side character.

"Made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said as he and Harry entered transfiguration class in a rush.

Seriously, it was our first period on our first day, and they were late? McGonagall, who was sitting on top of her desk, transfigured into a cat, suddenly turned back into a human. I can't describe how lucky I felt not to be in their place.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron said, astonished.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way, one of you might be on time." Ooh, it doesn't look good for them.

"We got lost." Harry said.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."Ok, that wasn't so bad. Maybe the Professors here aren't as strict as I initially feared they would be.

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BAM*

OH MY GOD, WHO SHOT?

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." Professor Snape, if I remember correctly, said.

Does he always make a dramatic entrance? It's the second time I nearly had a heart attack in this school, and it's still my first week.

"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few-"

Is it my imagination, or did he just look at Malfoy?

"-who possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

Wow, this subject seems to be very useful but it will probably be hard too.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." Snape said, clearly looking at Harry now.

Hermione elbowed him, and Harry looked up at the Professor as he came closer to us.

"Mr. Potter."

I could see Ron's horrified face. Good. At least I wasn't the only one.

"Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione raised her hand. How did she know? It was our first lesson. Maybe her parents are potion masters or something?

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"Hermione raised her hand again.

"I don't know, Sir."Harry said.

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... is it, Mr. Potter?"

Are you kidding me? How was he supposed to know? It is our first lesson. And the smug look on Malfoy's face as he looked at Potter only frustrated me even more.

"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her." Everyone in the class started silently giggling, myself included.

"Silence."

Snape quickly made his way toward Harry. Oh no.

"Put your hand down, you silly girl." Snape said as he pulled a chair and sat right in front of him.

"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite."

Is it necessary for him to speak that fast? I started writing down what he had just said to make sure I'll keep my head, at least until the end of the year.

I saw him glance at me from the side.

"Well, why aren't you all copying this down?" he said and everyone started writing. I was so glad I did it beforehand.

He got up and sat down at his desk.

"And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek."

Ok, that was unfair. And there it was that smug smile on Malfoy's face. Oh, how I wanted to wipe it off his annoying little face.

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The next day, mail was here. Everyone was excited. Owls started dropping off packages, letters, and tappers with food. I got a letter from my parents.

'Dear daughter,

we hope this letter finds you well. We are sure you have settled in nicely. Do you like it there? Although, as you know, we trust you, you are still 11 and away from your parents, in an unknown environment. If you feel you want to leave, we will come get you right away.

Have you made any friends? Are the kids nice? We hope you haven't encountered any difficulties with your classmates thus far. There's so much we would like to talk to you about but we can't. We miss you. Write back to us as soon as you can!

Love, mom and dad.'

I didn't know how I felt about the letter. Weird, but... I didn't. Of course, I missed them, and I would want nothing else but to be able to go home and talk to my parents about how my day was. Yet there was that feeling, that little voice inside my head that kept me company when I was alone, which told me that I didn't really want to go back. That I was enjoying myself here and the prospect of all those new opportunities laid before me. That I just wanted to learn more about the wizarding world. And I felt guilty about it.

How could I choose a school I've been in for only a few days over my own parents. Especially when, even though I wasn't their child, they took me in and raised me as well as they could. When, even after they discovered that I was a weird kid (mainly because I would accidentally levitate my toys to the ceiling when I was a toddler) they didn't throw me out, they didn't think of me as a freak... How could I so easily turn my back on those people? You are not turning your back on them, the little voice said.

I didn't know if I should trust that voice. It was probably my subconscious trying to rid me of my guilt and anxiety. But it was comforting.

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Afterwards, we had out first flying lesson. We all were out in the school yard with our robes and our broomsticks in front of us, waiting for the Professor.

Once we all had our brooms in our hands Madam Hooch spoke again.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle I want each of you to jick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment then lean foward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two-" she whistled and suddenly I saw Neville hovering buy it didn't look like he had it under control.

"Mr. Longbottom. M-Mr Longbottom!"

"Down, down!" Neville started shouting at the broom.

We were calling for him but it showed that he couldn't control the broom. He was terrified. He was yelling 'help' as he crashed into walls and towers of the school.

"Come down, this instant!" Madam Hooch shouted.

Yeah, I think if he could, he would. Isn't she the Professor here? Shouldn't she be doing something to help him? To prevent him from falling a 100 meters and dying? He quickly came closer to the ground. Oh, no. Please, no. Then leaned up just in time and... started coming towards us.

Madam Hooch took out her wand.

"Mr. Longbottom!" she said and then went to the side, as the rest of us to avoid having that broomstick impale her stomach.

Neville went through a gate. After some time of flying around, finally, his robe got caught in the spear of a statue on top of a tower, while his broom continued flying on its on.

Oh, no. He was gonna fall. Then he looked up to see his robe tearing up. He started falling... I couldn't watch.

I turned around and closed my eyes. I could hear him screaming and then suddenly... he stopped. No. No! He can't... No.

"Everyone out of the way!"Madam Hooch shouted. Then I heard... Neville... crying?

"Oh dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get." I turned around to see Madam Hooch holding Neville's wrist, helping him up.

"Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the fround while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air will find themselvesout of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch."

Well I think today's events are enough to keep me away from riding a broom for the rest of my life.

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy said holding a... ball in his hand. I think that was Neville's.

"Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." he said and his friends laughed.

Seriously? How could they make fun of poor Neville?

"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry said. Yes! Get him!

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Malfoy said and started flying away on his broom.

"How about on the roof?"He added.

"What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?" he said once he was high enough.

"Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly." Hermione said. Wait. What? Then I saw Harry taking off. I sighed.

"What an idiot."Hermione said. Took the words right out of my mouth. Didn't he see what happened to Neville? But, well, he couldn't let Malfoy steal Neville's ball and do with it who knows what. He had to stand up for his friend... But he was still stupid for playing Malfoy's game.

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!"

No offense, Harry, but I think he would knock you off your broom. For some reason he was already very good at flying. Did he take classes growing up or something?

"Is that so?" Malfoy said.

Then Harry dived in to take the ball and knock Malfoy off but... he just spinned around his broom and sat back upside. Ok, he definitely had some kind of training in flying.

"Have it your way, then." he said, holding up the ball and throwing it as far away as he could. Harry went off chasing the ball and caught it just before hitting the wall. Wow, he was really good too. But I think he is a natural. Besides, from what I know he grew up in a muggle family, like me. He couldn't possibly have any experience. He then flew towards us, the smile of a winner on his face as all of us, except for the Slytherins, run towards him, yelling 'yeah!'

"Nice going, Harry."

"That was wicked, Harry!"

"Harry Potter!" a voice shouted. A voice that sounded like...

"Follow me." McGonagall said.

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"Have you heard? Harry Potter is the new Gryffindor seeker. I always knew he'd do well." I heard nearly headless Nick say to another ghost. Seeker? What's a seeker?

"Y/N, did you hear what Sir Nikolas just said?" Susan asked me.

"Yeah, but... what's a seeker?"

"Oh, it's a type of player in Quidditch. I think the seeker is the most important player of all. They have to catch the snitch, and if they do, their team automatically wins!"

"Well, technically no. The team whose seeker catches the Snitch. takes 150 points. There have been times where that wasn't enough to win them the game. And there's no second chance, because once the snitch is caught the game ends." Ernie stated from behind us.

"Do you always have to correct me?"Susan asked, obviously annoyed.

"Yes, yes I do." Ernie said with a smug smile.

Susan groaned and picked up her speed.

"Do you like annoying her to no end?" I sighed.

"Can't help it, luv."

"Don't 'luv' me, Blondy." I ruffled his hair and walked away to go find Susan.

"Hey! It's not funny!"

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We had Charms. A short man with wrinkled face and a white beard, Professor Flitwick, was standing on top of a pile of books, waiting for us to settle down. Then he started talking.

"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation or the ability to make objects fly. Do you all your feathers? Good. Now, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone. The swish and flick. Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then."

I was seated next to Susan and I could hear the conversation Ron and Hermoine were having.

"No, stop, stop stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-OOO-sa, not Levio-SA." Hermione said.

"You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on."

Then Hermione levitated her own feather like it wasn't anything hard. Wow, that's talent. We all stopped our attempts to look at her feather flying through the air.

"Oh, well done! See here, everyone? Ms Granger's done it! Splendid!"Professor Flitwick said.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Seamus said.

"Well done-" the Professor continued.

"Wingar-" BOOM

We all turned to see that Seamus had somehow blown his feather. The kid and the explosions...

"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor," Harry said, staring at what once was a feather.

The lesson went on, and I got the spell right after a couple of tries. Right after me, Susan also got it.

That's it. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm already working on the third chapter, but it will take some time. I promise it won't take as long as this one. I had a lot of responsibilities and totally forgot about updating the story. Don't worry, once summer break starts, I'll focus on this.