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At five to three, the four left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of goloshes were outside the front door.

When Harry and you knocked, they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang -- back. "

He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of a sizeable black boarhound. There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were dangling from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who sprang straight at you and started licking your face. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.

"This is Ron," Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto a plate.

"Another Weasley, eh?" said Hagrid, glancing at Ron. "I spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the forest, also another trouble maker who we always look after because who knows what will happen to her." Hagrid glanced at you, who is lowering your head.

Then he noticed another student, standing not too far from everyone — hands placed on her pockets.

"And who is this young man here?" Hagrid pointed at Knight, "The name is Kayden Alexander Knight, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." Kayden placed her right hand to her chest while the other one behind her then bowed at Hagrid.

"Also," You whispered to his ears "Knight is actually girl, she looks like a boy, and her name isn't helping on her gender either. So can you maybe not tell anyone about this? Also, I thought every teacher knows that she's a girl. Uncle Severus knows that Knight is a girl." you whispered to his ears.

"Ah, I see, don't worry then." Hagrid nodded, the rock cakes were shapeless lumps with raisins that almost broke their teeth, but Harry and Ron pretended to be enjoying them as they told Hagrid and the girls all about their first lessons. Fang rested his head on your knee and drooled all over your robes.

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Harry had never thought he would meet a boy he loathed more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy. Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much.

Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a note pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday -- and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be studying together.

"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy. " He had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron honestly. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk. "

Malfoy did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him nearly escaping Muggles in helicopters.

He wasn't the only one, though: the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick. Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom.

Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch always. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer.

Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly. Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.

At breakfast, it was the arrival of the mail. Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Draco had been quick to notice, of course. Draco's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table.

A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things -- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red -- oh... " His face fell because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, ". . . you've forgotten something. . . "

Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight the Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor. "

Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.

"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

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I saw my great horned owl flew to me and dropped a letter. I opened it and read it.

"Dear Y/N

Just wait a bit more years, we'll be coming for you, and we can't wait to hug you.

From,

Anonymous."

I narrowed my eyes towards the letter, but then we heard a different owl noise.

We all looked up, all students and even professors. We saw Peregrine Flacon; some of the students started to panic because it might attack us.

But then we heard whistle noise; we saw Knight whistling. The bird flew fast through everyone's face and landed on Knight's shoulder.

"Hey, there boy, seems like they gave me a letter, huh." She bitterly chuckled.

"Knight! Is that your falcon!?" Auntie Minnie yelled, everyone turned towards her and then to Kayden.

"Um, yes, ma'am." She nodded, "You know we only allow owl's here." Auntie Minnie said as she pointed at the others because she's the only one with a falcon.

"But, ma'am. Halycon was my grandfather's last gift to me before he passed when I was five..." She mumbled, she looked down while her falcon snuggles to her face.

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Our teacher, aunt Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up. "

I glanced down at my broom. It was old, and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called auntHooch at the front, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP" everyone shouted, "UP!" I screamed, and the broom went up straight, I looked up grinning.

But it seems like I wasn't the only one who got their broom; first, Harry and Draco are holding theirs already.

They both looked at me and smiled, and I smiled at them.

"Up!" Ron said but instead he got hit in the face, Dean, Neville, Harry and I laughed at him.

"Shut up, guys." Ron said but couldn't help but laugh along with us.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from 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, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" she shouted, "Oh no, Neville!!" I gasp, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twenty feet.

I saw how scared he was, his white face looks down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off the broom.

A thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

I ran towards him and kneeled, and he has a broken wrist. "Aunty!" I screamed, aunt Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.

"aunty he has a broken wrist," I mutter. "Come on, boy -- it's all right, 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 where 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 Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.

No sooner were they out of earshot than Draco burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in except for my friends and me.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati. "

"Parkinson, stop it." Kayden glared at her, Pansy pouted and linked her arms to Kayden's. I swear, we are roommates, but it seems like they forgot that she's a girl.

"Are you protecting her?!" "Parkinson, shut your mouth. It's irritating." Herny spat.

"Look!" said Draco, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. "

The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up, I walked up to him, but Harry spoke.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch, Draco smiled nastily.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about -- up a tree?"

"Give it here!" I yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, and he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!" But then Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble. "

Harry ignored her. Blood was pounding in his ears. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him -- and in a rush of fierce joy he realized he'd found something he could do without being taught -- this was easy, this was wonderful.

He pulled his broomstick up a little to make it even higher, and heard screams and gasps of girls back on the ground and an admiring whoop from Ron.

I grabbed my broom but a wrist stopped me, I looked up, and it was the four of them. "Don't you dare," Easton said.

But then Hermione noticed me and stopped me also.

"Y/N, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! I'm sure you know how to ride a broom, but please listen to the professor."

I didn't listen to her and flew with the others. "What an idiot."

I am now in the air, with Harry and Draco. "Draco, please give it back!" but he ignored me, but I saw some worried in his eyes.

"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"

"Oh, yeah?" said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried every time he looks at me.

Harry knew, somehow, what to do. He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a spear. Draco only just got out of the way in time; Harry made a sharp about-face and held the broom steady. A few people below us were clapping.

"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry called.

"Catch it if you can, then!" he shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

"NO! DRACO MALFOY YOU GIT!" I yelled, Harry zooms after the ball, but I went first, speeding towards a tower. I leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down -- next second I was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball -- wind whistled through my ears, mingled with the screams of people watching -- I stretched out my hand -- a foot from the ground I caught it, just in time to pulled my broom straight, and I toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in my fist.

And Harry went down beside me, both of us high five and gave each other hug. Both of our heads back to the group. The students all cheer and run to see us.

"HARRY POTTER! Y/N DUMBLEDORE!"

We turned our heads and saw aunt Minnie, "Oh no..." I mumbled.

My heart sank faster than how I just dived. Aunt Minnie was running toward us. We got to our feet, trembling.

"Never in all my time at Hogwarts."

Aunt Minnie was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "Y/N, how dare you -- might have broken your neck--"

"It wasn't her fault, Professor--"

"Be quiet, Mr Parker--"

"But Malfoy--"

"That's enough, Mr Weasley. Potter, Dumbledore, follow me now. "

Harry and I caught sight of Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as he left but looked at me with a sorry face, walking numbly in aunt Minnie's wake as she strode toward the castle. Aunt Minnie was sweeping along without even looking at him nor me; Harry and I had to jog to keep up.

Auntie stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood and Flint for a moment?" my eyes widen, I started to panic.

"Oh no, oh no." I looked around but the two fifth-year boys who came out of Flitwick's class looking confused.

I quickly hid behind Harry and clutch on his robes, and I buried my face to his back.

"Follow me, you two," said aunt Minnie, and they marched on up the corridor, Oliver looking curiously at Harry. But before they left, Oliver looked at me and smiled.

After the three of them disappeared, Marcus turned to me and crossed his arm.

"What did you do this time, princess?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I, uh, I. I don't know?" I nervously smirk.