Do I belong here?
written by Ĵαмɛƨ Sнαω
Two first year students trying to find their place in the world. One over excited stubborn shorty and a nerves quite kid with a fire inside him even he doesn't know about. Read on how they find who they are while Snape gives them a hard time and how Brody gets jealous when his best friend falls in love with none other than Harry Potter.(I will only write more after 15 reads sorry)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Flying lessons.
Chapter 5
(most of this chapter is J.K.'s not mine)
It had been about four days since we ran into the three headed dag and it was still all Janie would take about, spending hours at a time boasting to Brandon, Anah Emelia and Maidde(another one of her friends.) about it, but making it sound much cooler than it really was, causing the dog to have red eyes when they were yellow and claws has tall as trees. This morning I was finally the one that had to wake everyone up. Guys were not aloud into the girls dorms so I just made the loudest noise possible(and got punished by Janie who threw a ink bottle at me getting it all over my robes) After Janie and Anah came down I lead them over to the notice board with a sheet of paper saying
FLYING LESSONS TODAY.
Gryffindors and Slytherins will be learning
how to fly at 5:30 sharp today in the Quidditch field.
Remember, first years are not allowed to have their own brooms and will be using the school brooms
(Clean Sweep sevens) for todays lesson.
"Nooo!" Janie cried. "Arg, why can't they wait until Second year to fly?" Janie hated heights. HATES them, whenever we have to go to a high tower to get to class she refuses to look out the window. This is also a reason she didn't want to do astronomy. "It'll be fine Janie!" Anah said cheerfully. Brandon said flying was the only reason Anah was coming to Hogwarts with her twin here. After lunch in the Great Hall (It was a weekend so we had no classes) I was trying to convince Janie that flying was going to be fine. It was a clear breezy day "Come on it can't be that bad can it?" I asked as we were walking down to the Quidditch field. "Yes. It. Can." Janie grumbled glaring at nothing. Rolling my eyes I started listening to a random group in front of use. "Great," said the black haired boy. His voice was kinda familiar. "Just what I wanted! To make a fool out of myself in front of Malfoy." "You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself!" Said the red head. Then I realized who I was eavesdropping on. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. I signed but continued to listen because I had nothing better to do. "Anyway," Ron said. "I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." Draco Malfoy certainly did talk about Quidditch a lot. In fact everyone from wizarding families constantly talked about it. Janie must of been listening as well because she asked a couple minutes later. "What's Quidditch?" "Well," I said I knew she wasn't really going to like it, not like she loved any sport, but I still explained the best I could. "It's a little complicated. But basically there's four balls, one Quaffle the big red one, two Blugers kinda blackish color, and the Golden Snitch witch is well golden. There are seven players on each team, the Keeper who guards the three goal posts, the Chasers, there's three of them, try to throw the Quaffle into the other teams goals, you get ten points for each goal. Then two Beaters. They have to keep the Bludgers away from their team." "Why do they need to do that?" Janie asked. "What? Oh, well the Blugers are enchanted so that they knock the players off their brooms." Janie's face fell when I said 'brooms'. "This is on BROOMSTICKS!" she said annoyed. "I thought it was fun until you said BROOMSTICKS!" "Yeah." I breathed. "Now," I said louder. "Do you want to know or what?" "Fine." she sighed. "Get it over with." "The Beaters have bats and they hit the Blugers at the other team. Then there's the Seeker, who has to get the Snitch before the other teams Seeker does. When you get the Snitch you give your team 150 points and win the game. That's pretty much it." She sighed. "Well I know i'm going to be horrible at that sport to." "Oh come on!" I said. "Your not bad at every sport!" Janie glared at me. "Don't lie to my face again, understand?" I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically. "Of course your majesty." witch made her smile so it was worth risking that.
We finally got down to the pitch. Our teacher was already there and so was everyone else. Madam Hooch had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. "Well? What the h*** are you waiting for?" she snapped. "I don't think I've ever heard a Professor curse before!"Janie whispered in my ear. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come one, hurry up!" Hooch barked. I glanced down at my broom. It was old and had some twigs poking out at odd angles. Janie was trying to glare at her broom, but I could tell she wanted nothing to do with it. "Stick out your right hand over your brooms and say 'Up'!" Madam Hooch called from the front. "UP!" everyone shouted. Harry Potters broom had jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Janie and Hermione's had twitched and rolled over. Brooms maybe, I thought, could tell if your scared. Neville's hadn't moved at all, and my broom had flown half way up until falling back down again. When everyone had gotten their brooms into their hands Madam Hooch told us how to hold our brooms without falling off and walked around correcting our grips. Janie and Anah were delighted when she told Draco he had been doing wrong for years. Apparently he had been calling Janie a 'Mudblood', I'll have to do something about that. Maybe dye his hair pink when he wasn't looking. "Now, when I blow my whistle you kick off the ground hard." Said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle- three- two-" But Neville kicked of the pushed off the ground hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back boy!" she shouted, but Neville was raiseing like a cork shot out of a bottle---twelve feet----twenty. Brody saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways of his broom and-WHAM- a thud and a nasty crack and he lay face down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick still raising higher and started drifting of lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight. Madam Hooch was bent over Neville, her face has white has is. "Wicked." Janie breathed. I rolled my eyes. Wow i've done that a lot today. "Broken wrist," Hooch was muttering. "Come on boy, it's alright, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms were they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'! Come on dear." Neville, his face tear streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Hooch, who had her arm around him. No sooner were they out of earshot Draco burst into laughter. "Did you see his face the great lump!" The other Syltherins joined in. "Shut up Malfoy." Maddie snapped. "Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought YOU'D like fat little cry babies Patil(I made Maddie's last name Patil because I couldn't think of anything else, sorry) "Look!" cried Malfoy, darting forward and snatched something out of the grass. "Maybe if he had this he would've remembered to land on his fat a**." the Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up. "Give it here, Malfoy." said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch. Draco smiled nastily. "I think i'll leave it some where for Longbottom to find--how about--up in a tree?" "Give it HERE!" Harry yelled, but Draco had leapt onto his broomstick and taken of. He hadn't been lying, he really COULD ride well. Hovering level with the top most branches of an oak he called. "Come and get it Potter!" Harry grabbed his broom, "NO" shouted Hermione Granger the bushy haired girl Janie and I had met after the whole 'giant dog' thing. "Madam Hooch said don't move! You'll get us all into trouble!" But Harry ignored her. I bad choice I thought, she looked like a know-it-all-kiss-up-to-a-teacher kind of person who could get you in trouble in less than two seconds for running in the halls or something. Potter mounted his broom and kicked hard off the ground and up, up he soared; air whipping his robes out behind him. He pulled his broomstick up to take it even higher. I heard a gasp from Janie and screams of other girls. "What an idiot." I muttered. "I know!" Janie said. "What if he gets hurt?" I don't know why but I felt slightly betrayed. Shoving the thought to the back off my brain I looked back up at the two boys. "Give it here!" Harry was calling. "Or I'll knock you off that broom!" "Oh yeah?" said Draco trying to sneer, but looking worried. Harry leaned forward on his broom and shot toward Draco like a bullet. Draco only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people beside me were clapping, including Janie, Maddie and Anah. I sighed and trying to ignore then, witch was hard saying I'm standing right next to them. "No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck Malfoy." Harry called. The same thought seemed to have struck Draco. "Have it your way then!" he shouted, and trough the glass ball high in the air and streaked toward the ground. Harry leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down-next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the Remembrall. Several girls screamed again. Rolling my eyes and silently hoping for Harry to face-plant I watched him stretch out his hand-a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight and he toppled gently onto the grass with the ball in his hand. "HARRY POTTER!" Professor Mcgonagall was running toward them. Potter got to his feet shaking. "oh no!" Janie whispered. "What if he gets expelled?"
It had been about four days since we ran into the three headed dag and it was still all Janie would take about, spending hours at a time boasting to Brandon, Anah Emelia and Maidde(another one of her friends.) about it, but making it sound much cooler than it really was, causing the dog to have red eyes when they were yellow and claws has tall as trees. This morning I was finally the one that had to wake everyone up. Guys were not aloud into the girls dorms so I just made the loudest noise possible(and got punished by Janie who threw a ink bottle at me getting it all over my robes) After Janie and Anah came down I lead them over to the notice board with a sheet of paper saying
FLYING LESSONS TODAY.
Gryffindors and Slytherins will be learning
how to fly at 5:30 sharp today in the Quidditch field.
Remember, first years are not allowed to have their own brooms and will be using the school brooms
(Clean Sweep sevens) for todays lesson.
"Nooo!" Janie cried. "Arg, why can't they wait until Second year to fly?" Janie hated heights. HATES them, whenever we have to go to a high tower to get to class she refuses to look out the window. This is also a reason she didn't want to do astronomy. "It'll be fine Janie!" Anah said cheerfully. Brandon said flying was the only reason Anah was coming to Hogwarts with her twin here. After lunch in the Great Hall (It was a weekend so we had no classes) I was trying to convince Janie that flying was going to be fine. It was a clear breezy day "Come on it can't be that bad can it?" I asked as we were walking down to the Quidditch field. "Yes. It. Can." Janie grumbled glaring at nothing. Rolling my eyes I started listening to a random group in front of use. "Great," said the black haired boy. His voice was kinda familiar. "Just what I wanted! To make a fool out of myself in front of Malfoy." "You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself!" Said the red head. Then I realized who I was eavesdropping on. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. I signed but continued to listen because I had nothing better to do. "Anyway," Ron said. "I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." Draco Malfoy certainly did talk about Quidditch a lot. In fact everyone from wizarding families constantly talked about it. Janie must of been listening as well because she asked a couple minutes later. "What's Quidditch?" "Well," I said I knew she wasn't really going to like it, not like she loved any sport, but I still explained the best I could. "It's a little complicated. But basically there's four balls, one Quaffle the big red one, two Blugers kinda blackish color, and the Golden Snitch witch is well golden. There are seven players on each team, the Keeper who guards the three goal posts, the Chasers, there's three of them, try to throw the Quaffle into the other teams goals, you get ten points for each goal. Then two Beaters. They have to keep the Bludgers away from their team." "Why do they need to do that?" Janie asked. "What? Oh, well the Blugers are enchanted so that they knock the players off their brooms." Janie's face fell when I said 'brooms'. "This is on BROOMSTICKS!" she said annoyed. "I thought it was fun until you said BROOMSTICKS!" "Yeah." I breathed. "Now," I said louder. "Do you want to know or what?" "Fine." she sighed. "Get it over with." "The Beaters have bats and they hit the Blugers at the other team. Then there's the Seeker, who has to get the Snitch before the other teams Seeker does. When you get the Snitch you give your team 150 points and win the game. That's pretty much it." She sighed. "Well I know i'm going to be horrible at that sport to." "Oh come on!" I said. "Your not bad at every sport!" Janie glared at me. "Don't lie to my face again, understand?" I rolled my eyes and said sarcastically. "Of course your majesty." witch made her smile so it was worth risking that.
We finally got down to the pitch. Our teacher was already there and so was everyone else. Madam Hooch had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. "Well? What the h*** are you waiting for?" she snapped. "I don't think I've ever heard a Professor curse before!"Janie whispered in my ear. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come one, hurry up!" Hooch barked. I glanced down at my broom. It was old and had some twigs poking out at odd angles. Janie was trying to glare at her broom, but I could tell she wanted nothing to do with it. "Stick out your right hand over your brooms and say 'Up'!" Madam Hooch called from the front. "UP!" everyone shouted. Harry Potters broom had jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Janie and Hermione's had twitched and rolled over. Brooms maybe, I thought, could tell if your scared. Neville's hadn't moved at all, and my broom had flown half way up until falling back down again. When everyone had gotten their brooms into their hands Madam Hooch told us how to hold our brooms without falling off and walked around correcting our grips. Janie and Anah were delighted when she told Draco he had been doing wrong for years. Apparently he had been calling Janie a 'Mudblood', I'll have to do something about that. Maybe dye his hair pink when he wasn't looking. "Now, when I blow my whistle you kick off the ground hard." Said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle- three- two-" But Neville kicked of the pushed off the ground hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back boy!" she shouted, but Neville was raiseing like a cork shot out of a bottle---twelve feet----twenty. Brody saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways of his broom and-WHAM- a thud and a nasty crack and he lay face down on the grass in a heap. His broomstick still raising higher and started drifting of lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight. Madam Hooch was bent over Neville, her face has white has is. "Wicked." Janie breathed. I rolled my eyes. Wow i've done that a lot today. "Broken wrist," Hooch was muttering. "Come on boy, it's alright, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms were they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'! Come on dear." Neville, his face tear streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Hooch, who had her arm around him. No sooner were they out of earshot Draco burst into laughter. "Did you see his face the great lump!" The other Syltherins joined in. "Shut up Malfoy." Maddie snapped. "Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought YOU'D like fat little cry babies Patil(I made Maddie's last name Patil because I couldn't think of anything else, sorry) "Look!" cried Malfoy, darting forward and snatched something out of the grass. "Maybe if he had this he would've remembered to land on his fat a**." the Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up. "Give it here, Malfoy." said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch. Draco smiled nastily. "I think i'll leave it some where for Longbottom to find--how about--up in a tree?" "Give it HERE!" Harry yelled, but Draco had leapt onto his broomstick and taken of. He hadn't been lying, he really COULD ride well. Hovering level with the top most branches of an oak he called. "Come and get it Potter!" Harry grabbed his broom, "NO" shouted Hermione Granger the bushy haired girl Janie and I had met after the whole 'giant dog' thing. "Madam Hooch said don't move! You'll get us all into trouble!" But Harry ignored her. I bad choice I thought, she looked like a know-it-all-kiss-up-to-a-teacher kind of person who could get you in trouble in less than two seconds for running in the halls or something. Potter mounted his broom and kicked hard off the ground and up, up he soared; air whipping his robes out behind him. He pulled his broomstick up to take it even higher. I heard a gasp from Janie and screams of other girls. "What an idiot." I muttered. "I know!" Janie said. "What if he gets hurt?" I don't know why but I felt slightly betrayed. Shoving the thought to the back off my brain I looked back up at the two boys. "Give it here!" Harry was calling. "Or I'll knock you off that broom!" "Oh yeah?" said Draco trying to sneer, but looking worried. Harry leaned forward on his broom and shot toward Draco like a bullet. Draco only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people beside me were clapping, including Janie, Maddie and Anah. I sighed and trying to ignore then, witch was hard saying I'm standing right next to them. "No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck Malfoy." Harry called. The same thought seemed to have struck Draco. "Have it your way then!" he shouted, and trough the glass ball high in the air and streaked toward the ground. Harry leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down-next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the Remembrall. Several girls screamed again. Rolling my eyes and silently hoping for Harry to face-plant I watched him stretch out his hand-a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight and he toppled gently onto the grass with the ball in his hand. "HARRY POTTER!" Professor Mcgonagall was running toward them. Potter got to his feet shaking. "oh no!" Janie whispered. "What if he gets expelled?"
