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-Thursday, Great Hall-
Harry and Daphne were trying to ignore the nonstop pale boy.
Today was their first day to learn how to fly and Draco started talking. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seems to end with him narrowly escaping muggles in helicopters.
Harry rolled his eyes, not believing any word the pale boy was saying.
At the Gryffindor table, Iris and Seamus were talking about how they spent their childhood zooming around in their homes on their brooms. Even Ron told everyone that he'd almost hit a hang glider on his brother's old broom.
Neville admit that he had never been on a broom because his grandmother had never allowed him. Iris assured him that his grandmother must have thought about his safety since he's accident prone. The timid boy never thought of it that way and accepted Iris' explanation.
Hermione, on the other hand, was nervous since this would be her first time.
At three-thirty, the Slytherins and the Gryffindors were line up while Madam Hooch was walking between them. She smirked, "What are you waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up!"
The Potter twins glance down at their brooms. They were old and some of the twigs were sticking out in odd angles.
Hooch shouted, "Stick out your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!"
"UP!" everyone shouted.
The Potter twin's brooms jumped into their hands at once. Hermione and Neville tried several times until after two minutes the brooms were on their hands as well. Ron, on the other hand, got smacked on his nose after shouting at the broom, angrily.
"Now when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," instructed Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three – two – one!"
Everyone did as they were told, but when Neville was trying to get back down, it suddenly rose up. Iris, who was flying next to the timid boy, grabs hold onto his broom before rising – twelve feet in the air. Both Gryffindors were screaming and holding onto dear life.
"Iris! Neville!" Harry said, watching as the broom flew to the castle, slamming several times to the stone wall.
Iris and Neville fell from the broom and were free falling to the ground, but luckily, Neville was able to grab hold on to a pole from a lantern on one hand and the other, he quickly grabbed hold onto Iris' hand.
"Whatever you do – don't let go Nev!" Iris said.
"I'll try," said Neville, nervously.
Madam Hooch and the students rushed over under them. Hooch took out her wand and cast a spell towards them, "Miss Potter, Mr. Longbottom, you can let go. I've cast a cushioning charm on the two of you. You'll be alright."
Neville bit his lip before letting go his hand from the pole and quickly held onto Iris as they fell to the ground. Surprisingly, they didn't feel much of the impact as they landed on their sides.
"Looks like the two of you are alright, but let's go to the hospital wing just to make sure. The rest of you, flying lessons will be cancelled until further notice," said Hooch, placing her hands over the young Gryffindors' shoulders. Once they were out of earshot, Draco burst into laughter.
"Did you see Longbottom's face, the great lump," said Draco as the other Slytherins joined in.
"He shouldn't have been allowed to fly," sneered Pansy before snorting, "Harry, I don't know why your sister wanted to help that useless boy."
"Shut up!" Parvati snapped.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you like him, Parvati," said Pansy.
"Close that damn mouth of yours, Parkinson," snapped Harry before heading back inside.
"Where are you going, Harry?" Theodore asked.
"Where else? To see if my sister is alright," replied Harry as he entered the castle.
Hermione and Daphne looked at each other before following Harry. When they got close to the hospital wing, they saw Neville and Iris coming out from it. Harry and the girls ran over to them.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked.
Iris smiled, "Perfectly fine, brother. Madam Pomfrey just gave us some calming draught because we were under shock, that's all."
Hermione and Daphne sighed in relief.
"Good," said Harry before pulling his twin's ear, "Then what were you thinking?! Grabbing hold onto Neville's broom like that! Are you nuts?!"
"Ow! Let go of my ear!" Iris whined. "I thought if I held onto his broom, it wouldn't go anywhere! Ow, that hurts, Harry!"
Harry let go, "Just be glad that I'm scolding you. Imagine if it was Aunt Petunia?"
Iris' face turned pale. "Okay! Okay! It was reckless and stupid, I'm sorry! Please don't tell Aunt Petunia!"
Harry shrugged, "Then hope that Madam Pomfrey hasn't sent a message to her. Let's go, dinner should be starting."
Hermione and Daphne giggled while Neville tried to comfort Iris and headed to the Great hall. Harry and Daphne decided to sit with their house while Neville and the girls went to the Gryffindor table.
Iris and Neville sat across from Seamus while Hermione sat next to Dean. That's when Hermione noticed Ron's upset, "What's wrong with you?"
"He's just pissed that Malfoy called his family out again," replied Seamus.
Hermione frowned, "You better did nothing stupid."
Ron stopped eating and his cheeks turned red.
Dean snorted, "Oh, he did. He accepted a Wizard duel – tonight."
"That's forbidden. What were you thinking?" Hermione hissed.
"Defending my family!" Ron snapped. "I can't allow Malfoy talking trash about them! Once I show that prick, he'll think twice to mock my family again!"
"Who's your second, Ron?" Iris asked.
"Um, I sorta told Malfoy that you're my second," replied Ron, nervously.
"You did what?! Why would you do that?!" Iris asked, angrily.
"I thought Malfoy would call off the duel if one of you guys is my second," replied Ron.
"Bloody hell, Ron! You're the most idiotic person I have ever met…but I'll go," said Iris as Ron sighed in relief. That's when she narrowed her eyes at him, "If my brother finds out about this, I'll curse you into oblivion, got it?!"
Ron nodded with a pale face.
After dinner, Harry was helping Daphne and Tracey with their potion assignment when they overheard Draco and his friends talking about the midnight duel.
"So, you're not going?" Gregory said.
"Bloody hell no, I don't want Professor Snape and Harry breathing down my neck if Iris got hurt," said Draco. "I'm just going to send a message to the caretaker instead."
Vincent smirked, "And they'll lose house points and detention for who knows how long. I bet two weeks."
"No way man, a month," laughed Gregory as they walked to their dorms.
Harry finished helping the girls and quickly went to his dorm, who he shared with Theodore and Blaise. He sent a mind link message to his twin and scolded her if she was planning to go before heading off to bed.
In the morning, Harry noticed the disappointment looks on Vincent and Gregory when they saw that the Gryffindors didn't lose any house points. But noticed Draco had a relief expression.
Two months passed and the students were preparing for the Halloween feast tonight. In their morning class, Professor Flitwick thought they were ready to start making objects fly, which the students were excited about.
Harry was paired with Draco while Iris was paired with Lavender. Neville was paired with Seamus while Hermione, to her dismay, was paired with Ron.
"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" Flitwick said, perched on top of his pile of books. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the words properly is particularly important – carry on!"
It was easy for Harry and helped Draco with the movement of the spell while Iris was having trouble. Lavender wasn't helping much as she got frustrated after her second try. Neville and Seamus were having the same problem, but Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and set the feather on fire…somehow. Neville had to put out the flames with his hat.
At the next table, Ron wasn't having much luck either. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his arms like a windmill.
"Stop! You're saying it wrong," said Hermione. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa! Make the 'gar' nice and long."
"You do it then, if you're so clever," said Ron.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Hermione said, flicking her wand. Her feather rose off from her desk and hovered next to Harry's feather.
"Oh, well done!" praised Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger and Mr. Potter have done it! Five points to each of your houses."
At the end of the class, most students barely raised their feathers. Ron was in a bad mood since he couldn't do it and someone else was able to.
Iris pouted, "Why can't I be good in Charms?"
Harry laughed, "You'll get it eventually. Mione just got lucky."
Hermione blushed, "Harry's right. I was relieved to see the feather go up, though I don't think Weasley was happy about it."
"Ignore him, Granger. It just shows that you're better than him, even if you're a muggleborn," said Draco, smugly.
"Um, thank you, Malfoy," said Hermione.
"Well, best be off," said Iris, looking at her watch. "Our uncle is picking us up. We need to meet him in Professor Snape's office."
"Where are you going?" Neville asked.
"And why meet your Uncle at Professor Snape's office instead the Headmaster's?" Hermione asked.
"Every Halloween, it's tradition to go and visit our parent's graves," replied Harry.
"And for not using the Headmaster's, its cause our Uncle doesn't like Dumbledore," finished Iris before two headed down to the dungeons. Within an hour in Godric Hollow, there was a small group heading towards the graves of Lily and James Potter.
"We're back," Iris kneeled by the tombstone, "We're finally in Hogwarts, mum and dad. I'm in Gryffindor while Harry is in Slytherin."
"I hope you're not disappointed in me for being in Slytherin, dad," said Harry.
"You better not or I'll hex you beyond the afterlife, Uncle James!" Azalea said.
Petunia and Alexander hid their laughter upon hearing their daughter. That's when they spotted few figures appearing before them.
Petunia gasped, "Lily?"
The flaming redhead woman smiled, "Hello, dear sister. I'm glad to see you're doing well."
The Potter siblings were in awe upon seeing Lily and James, but more so when they spotted four other figures behind them.
There was a woman with long black hair and blue eyes, wearing blue robes with the Ravenclaw crest. Next to her was another woman with short, curly blond hair and light brown eyes, wearing yellow robes with the Hufflepuff crest. Behind the women was a man with curly, brushy red hair and dark hazel eyes, wearing red robes with the Gryffindor crest. Next to him was another man with messy, black hair and light green eyes, wearing green robes with the Slytherin crest.
"The four founders," murmured Azalea then gave them a curtsy. "It's an honor to meet you."
Helga smiled, warmly, "None of that, child. You're our great-grandchildren."
"Great-grandchildren?" Iris turned to her mother, "We're related to the founders, mum?"
"Yes, we are. I never know until after our death," replied Lily. "The Evans' comes from Salazar and Helga's youngest child but lost their magic a few centuries ago until Petunia and I got it back."
"And the Potter's comes from Godric and Rowena's second child," said James, proudly. Salazar's eyebrow twitched while Rowena smacked James' head.
"So, how are you here? The Veil is not fully open until midnight," said Azalea.
Rowena smiled, "Thank, father Merlin. He had enough spiritual energy to send all of us here."
Everyone widened their eyes in shock.
"Father?!" Sirius said, dramatically. "Merlin was your father?! I didn't know he even had children. Does that mean the Potter's and the Evans' are related to him?"
James laughed, "No Padfoot. Merlin never had any surviving descendants, but he was Salazar's godfather. After Salazar's parents were killed, Merlin took him in, and it wasn't long that Merlin took in Rowena after Salazar rescued her from a muggle mob."
The Potter siblings were in awe.
Lily giggled, "Not only that, but I told him that I wanted to see my babies, face to face. And to say that I'm so proud of you three and glad to see all of you are alright."
That's when James clenched his hands, angrily. "What I want to do is hex the living crap out of those boys! Did you see how those little bastards were eyeing on my little girl?!"
Iris blushed, "Daddy…"
"No, no, no! Alex, I demand you to transfer Iris to Beauxbatons!" James snapped.
"No can't do, cousin of mine," said Alex. "She'll be far behind if she does. Besides, Iris can handle herself. The same as my daughter."
"Ah, yes, the infamous Slytherin temper," Godric winked, "I say you're going to have quite a handful when young Iris and Azalea are in their teenage years."
"Grandfather Godric, you're not helping!" Iris and Azalea snapped.
Salazar shook his head before turning his attention to Harry. "I'm pleased to see you're trying to reform my house, my little serpent; thank you. You're truly my heir, not like that Riddle boy."
"It's an honor to carry your name, grandfather and finally restoring it back to its rightful glory," said Harry.
"Just be careful," warned Rowena. "Keep an eye open. I sense something is going to happen."
The Potter siblings nodded.
"Sister, please take the twins and Azalea to the Gringotts. Have them take their inheritance test," said Lily.
Petunia nodded, seriously.
"And Harry?" James said as Harry looked at him. "I'm not disappointed in you for being sorted into Slytherin. I learned that his house was wrongly judge because of a mad man, who thought he was this powerful wizard. Help the Slytherins, son. Show them that Slytherins can be trusted."
Harry smiled, "Will do dad."
"And Snape," said James, biting his lip, "I know this is overdo, but I'm sorry for the way I treated you back when we attended Hogwarts. Thank you for watching over my children."
Sirius and Remus had their mouths open in shock.
"I accept your apology Potter," Severus said. "I must say that your children have melted my cold heart and showed me true happiness. And if Riddle does return, I'll protect them until my last breath; you have my word."
James nodded, "Sirius, help Severus. No fighting or Remus will hex the both of you."
Sirius paled and nodded while Remus hid his smirk.
With one last goodbye, the small group left the graveyard. Sirius and Remus apparated to Grimmauld Place where Sirius' younger sister resides while Petunia and Alexander headed back to Potter Manor.
Severus took the Potter siblings back to Hogwarts just in time for the Halloween feast. There were thousands of live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousand more swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in the pumpkins stutter.
Azalea headed to her table while her cousins went to theirs. She sat down next to Terry and noticed Iris was getting upset. "I wonder what's going on over there."
"Most likely she learned about Weasley upsetting Hermione," answered Padma. "My sister told me that she's been crying in the girl's bathroom almost all day."
Azalea sighed, "Do you know which bathroom?"
Once Padma told Azalea where Hermione was at, she headed out from the Great Hall. She took a few turns to find the bathroom and walked in.
"Hermione, you here?" Azalea asked.
"…A-Azalea?" Hermione sniffed, coming out from a stall. "Why are you not at the feast?"
"I was coming to get you," replied Azalea. "Come on, Iris wanted to sit with you during the feast and not with that Weasley idiot."
Hermione smiled a bit before cleaning her face. But the moment they were about to leave, there standing at the door was a troll. It was twelve feet tall; its skin was dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body and has short legs with flat, horny feet. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long and the smell….it was a mixture of old socks.
"Mione – come on!" Azalea shouted, grabbing Hermione's arm. They dashed over to a corner and backed away close to the wall. Azalea pointed her wand, "Protego!"
A blue shield formed around the two girls just as the troll was swinging the club at them. The shield barely withstands the hit and Azalea knew if she cast another, it wouldn't withstand the next hit from the club.
'Come on, think! Think!' Azalea thought before gasping. She swished and flicked and aimed her wand to the club, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high up into the air, turned slowly over and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
"Is it…dead?" Hermione asked.
"I don't think so," replied Azalea. "I think it's just knocked out. Come on; let's get out of here before that thing wakes up."
Hermione nodded but just as they were about to leave, McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell came bursting into the bathroom. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart. Snape rolled his eyes before kneeling to the troll.
"What? Why aren't you two in your dormitory?" Minerva asked, angrily.
"We didn't know there was a troll, Professor," replied Azalea. "I came to find Hermione. We were about to leave when the troll came in. We couldn't get out since we were cornered. Luckily, my father taught me some defensive spells that protected us from the troll's club."
"I see," said Minerva, softly. "Well, the two of you were lucky since no trained wizards, let alone first years could take on a full-grown mountain troll. Five points to Ravenclaw for quick thinking – now, off with you two. I'll inform Professor Dumbledore about this."
The two girls hurried out from the bathroom and headed to their dorms. The moment Hermione stepped into Gryffindor tower, Iris and Ron ambushed her.
"Oh Merlin, you're alright," said Iris before hitting Ron's shoulder, "You idiot! This is your fault! Apologize this instant!"
"Alright, alright," said Ron, quickly before addressing back Hermione. "I'm sorry what I said about you…you know, calling you a know-it-all."
Hermione nodded, "And try to control your jealousy and temper."
"I'll try," murmured Ron.
"Come on, Mione, some food was brought here from the feast since it was interrupted by that bloody troll," said Iris, grabbing the brunette's hand.
Hermione sat next to Iris and began telling them how Azalea beat the troll with a simple Levitation charm while they ate. Unknown to them, some older Gryffindors were listening.
-Break Line-
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