8. Flying High!
qhrishthian: Bueno, ella le preguntó si entendía y él podría haberle enviado un correo si tuviera alguna pregunta. Aunque interesante observación.
"Shadow, it'll be fine!"
"NO! NO MEANS NO!"
"Fine," Harry sighed. He couldn't seem to persuade Shadow to try flying, and at a certain point, he had to respect his boundaries. He just wished Shadow would try it once.
Harry and the rest of the group walked over to the Great Hall, hungry and ready to eat lunch. After scarfing down a sandwich with cheese and veggies, paired with a fruit smoothie, he headed over to Charms with the rest of his friends. After only a little bit of healthy eating, he could already feel his mental abilities improving slightly. His concentration, and his ability to focus. Back at the Dursley's when his only choice of food was a few morsels of high-sugar, unhealthy snacks, he didn't get the nourishment he needed at all. But now at Hogwarts, he could have all the tasty, healthy foods he wanted. And they really were tasty. Harry made a mental note to thank the houseleves that he heard had been the ones that made the food.
Harry sat down at the back of the class just as Professor Flitwick climbed up his staircase of books, peering over his desk, just barely visible. After calling attendance, he announced the subject of today's class.
"Today, we will be doing a very exciting lesson," he squeaked. "However, " he said, his voice turning grave, "it is a very dangerous spell if used rashly. It is the Fire-Making spell, and the wand movement is a downward slash."
Suddenly, without warning, Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the entire room widened. There were gasps as the room was now twice its size.
"Please spread yourselves out, making sure you are quite far from one another."
The newly enlarged room was more than big enough to accommodate all the students, with a considerable gap between one another.
"The incantation is Incedio, and it will create a jet of flames from your wand. Be careful, and call for me if you need help. You are quite young, and your magical control is quite poor, it is essential that you concentrate as much as possible. BEGIN!"
The entire class began casting the spell, but no fire came out.
"Remember class," Professor Flitwick yelled. "Intent is key!"
Harry tried a few more times, trying to envision it, but nothing was working. Harry imagined a concentrated jet of fire, spewing out of his wand, and tried again, forcing his magic into the wand. Suddenly, he felt a sensation in his… core? Quite like a cap popping off a vacuum sealed container. There was a tug in his gut, and a strong jet of fire spewed out of his wand, which was now a hand-held flamethrower. A few seconds later however, the flames were promptly extinguished.
Professor Flitwick looked at him keenly, his eyebrows slightly raised. Harry saw a glint in the professor's eyes that made Harry think that he knew what Harry had just felt.
"Woah-ho!" Professor Flitwick yelled. "25 points to Slytherin! Well done Harry!"
Harry grinned and tried again, spurred forward from confidence. He focused on pushing all his magic into the wand. He again felt that similar tug in his gut, before a jet of flames gushed out the tip of his wand. This time, he focused on sustaining the flames for as long as he could. All he was concentrating on was constantly pushing magic into his wand, and envisioning a jet of fire. He was able to hold the spell for 20 seconds, before he simply just ran out of magic. He couldn't push any more into the wand. He gasped for breath. His gut felt tight and he realized that he was sweating profusely. After a minute or two however, he regained his breath, his gut felt fine, and he could feel his magic quickly recharging. He tried again, this time focusing on keeping the flames steady, and at the same power. The flames were still not very controlled, and had certain sporadic bursts. Finally, the class was over, and Flitwick had returned the classroom to its normal size.
"Good job everyone! No homework for today!" Flitwick announced, to raucous applause from the class.
"Hey, you guys," Harry whispered to his friends. "Go on without me, I'll catch up later."
"Why Harry," Daphne questioned, giving him a confused look.
"I just want to ask Professor Flitwick something."
His friends just shrugged and continued on to Flying Class, not wanting to be late.
He walked over to Flitwick's desk, after everyone had left.
"Uhh, Professor," he started, alerting him of his presence.
"Huh? Oh Harry, what is it lad?" the Professor said, as he stopped filing his papers.
"Well, I was wondering if you knew anything about a feeling I had earlier, when I was using the Fire-Making Spell?"
"Ahh," Flitwick said, with a knowing twinkle. "That is feeling is called Core Uncapping, but is better known informally as 'The Tug.' It is a feeling when inexperienced wizards, new to the wizarding world, start tapping into their magical core for the first time. After a bit of using their core extensively, the body realizes that they're starting to actually use their magic, which they haven't been doing before, aside from some accidental magic. When it realizes this, it 'uncaps' the core, making it easier to use magic. It basically makes ur magic more easy, free-flowing, etc. Every first-year goes through this, usually around the first week of school. It's basically your body saying, 'Hey, ur finally using magic, lemme help with that.'"
"Wow, that's… insightful," Harry said, trying to process all this new information.
"Alright then," Flitwick said with a grin. I'll write you a pass, and you can get on with Flying Lessons, I'm sure you don't want to miss those!"
"I DO! I REALLY DO!" Shadow hissed.
"Seems like someone is excited," Flitwick said, taking note of how loud Shadow was hissing.
"Something like that," Harry snorted, taking the pass and running off to the field.
As soon as he got there, he saw a pale faced, rotund boy, who he identified to be Neville Longbottom, who was clinging to his broom tightly. The only problem was that his broom was 50 feet in the air. Suddenly, his hands slipped, and Neville started falling, as he let loose an ear piercing scream. Immediately, Harry shot his wand out at Neville, not sure what to do, only that he had to do something. The Flight Instructor, Madam Hooch, whipped out her wand and cast a charm at the ground, causing it to glow a faint light blue. Neville fell upon the light blue square, and seemed to bounce a little like he had hit a sponge. Still, when he got up, he was clutching his arm and looking like he was going to cry.
"His arm is broken," Madam Hooch confirmed, after waving her wand a few times. "I'm going to take him to the infirmary, if anyone mounts their brooms, they will be expelled faster than you can say Quidditch.
Harry rushed over to his friends.
"What the hell just happened!" he whispered to them, like everyone else was doing with their friends.
"Madam Hooch told us to mount our brooms," Zabini started.
"And then Neville, who was panicking, just kicked off before anyone could do anything," Daphne said. "His broom just started going up and up and up, and then he went down."
Meanwhile, Shadow was freaking out.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY FREAKING SHIT! I TOLD YOU HARRY! I TOLD YOU THAT THIS FLYING SHIT WAS BAD SHIT! OH MY SHIT! WHAT THE SHITTING SHIT!"
"Damn Shadow," Harry laughed. "Calm down. This was a one-off thing. It's because Neville was panicking. And besides, didn't I already tell you that I won't make you get on with me?"
"You think it's just me that I'm worried about? I'm your familiar, but that also means that you're my familiar! I'm worried about you too!"
"I…didn't think about that. Sorry Shadow. I promise I'll be careful."
Meanwhile, Malfoy had been eyeing something shiny on the ground.
"Hey what's that over there," he said, pointing to a ball on the ground.
"Oh, that's Neville's Remembrall," Zabini said. "I heard him talking about it. Apparently, he's really forgetful, so it helps him remember stuff by glowing when he's forgotten something."
Malfoy grinned. "Why don't we nick it!" he exclaimed.
"Come on mate," Harry groaned. "He just broke his arm, give the poor guy a break!"
Draco paused for a moment, as if actually thinking about it. "Yeah, you're right."
"Oh! Is Potter going soft?" Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin in their year exclaimed.
"Stay out of it Parkinson," Harry said calmly.
"Shut up Potter, you parent-less asshole!"
There was a beat of silence. Everyone stopped whispering and looked at Harry.
"HOW DARE SHE! HOW DARE SHE SPEAK OF YOUR PARENTS! LILY AND JAMES! LOYAL WARRIORS!" Shadow yelled aggressively.
Harry's head almost split with anger. He could feel his magic, pulsing faster and faster.
"HOW DARE YOU! Don't you dare speak of my parents again!" Harry roared.
Suddenly, Harry felt an involuntary tug in his gut, and the air became very thick. People started feeling uncomfortable, especially Parkinson. She felt a tingle of fear up her spine, as she staggered back, without really knowing that she was doing it.
And then it was over. The air was cleared, and Harry had stopped glaring. But there was still an awkward silence.
Luckily, Madam Hooch came back just in time, without Neville, diffusing the awkwardness. They continued the lesson, as Harry learned how to hold a broom, how to kick off, and how to control himself in the air, as he slowly forgot about that moment. He even convinced Shadow to get on hsi neck as he hovered in the air, after showing him how safe it was.
"I have to admit, this is way more fun than I thought it would be. As a snake, being in the air feels…amazing!" Shadow hissed.
Harry had to agree. Flying was the most exhilarating thing he had ever felt. And he was quite good at it too.
It was funny how most of the people who said that they were excellent at quidditch, got corrected by Madam Hooch many times for their form.
Finally, the lesson ended, and the group went back to their dormitories. After chilling for a little, and eating some dinner, they huddled around the fire, talking and playing games.
"Hey, do you guys want to explore the castle tonight?" Draco asked.
"Great idea!" Daphne exclaimed.
"We should check out the 3rd floor corridor," Zabini said.
"Oh, they're talking about the 3rd floor corridor that the writer forgot to talk about in the start-of-year feast, because he's not the sharpest tool in the shed!"
"Hey! Writers forget sometimes. Also, calm down with the fourth wall breaks Shadow, you're not Deadpool!"
A.N: Alright, that was a pretty good chapter. Pretty long, compared to the last one. I think it deserves a review!
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