Redo - Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Fourteen

Harry rose to his feet as the Gryffindor head of house continued her way toward him. Her eyes were flashing dangerously, and some hair stuck out of her tight bun.

"Never – In all my time at Hogwarts –" She was in front of him now, glaring down at him; clearly, she was enraged. She could barely even get the words out properly, but she resumed her lecture now that she was staring him down.

"– How dare you - you might have broken your neck – " He noticed from the corner of his eye Xira was opening her mouth.

"It was Malfoy's fault, professor –" Xira tried to defend him, but Harry knew it was useless, McGonagall silenced her, and she wisely shut her mouth. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as she did.

"Potter, follow me, now." Her words left no room for argument, and he followed her when she started her walk back to the castle. He bet Malfoy looked smug; maybe Xira looked concerned. Harry wouldn't look back, though; he didn't want to see either expression.

She marched him to her office, it wasn't very big. It was definitely cozy, though, with a fire and a large window that looked over the pitch. That was where she must have spotted him, flying straight by her view. She sat at a desk and motioned for Harry to sit down in one of the chairs in front of her.

He sat down and stared at McGonagall; she looked troubled to him.

"I'll be honest with you; your flying was brilliant. But you broke the rules." Harry nodded solemnly, kind of surprised she even complimented his flying. Well, McGonagall was a fair woman.

"I'm not going to expel you. In fact, I'm going to give you a chance most students here don't get." Harry was glad she wasn't going to expel him; he was ecstatic. Surely, she wasn't going to offer him a spot on the Slytherin team though, it wouldn't benefit her whatsoever.

"Do you know what Quidditch is?" She peered at him through her glasses, most likely waiting to answer him.

"Yes, I do." Was she really going to do this? His respect for McGonagall skyrocketed.

"Good. Harry, would you like to be a seeker on the Slytherin's team, or at least have an opportunity to be on the team? I'm sure Snape would allow it if he saw your skill." Did he want to play Quidditch again? There was nothing like flying around like that.

He'd loved the rush he got every time he played, but there were cons too. He'd gotten in a few dangerous situations from Quidditch, and with him being in the seeker position, Malfoy would surely be angry. Not only that, but there was no way his teammates would play nice.

Was it all worth it just for the rush? No. Harry was more than a little sad at that realization. His Quidditch days would never technically begin.

"No, I have no interest in Quidditch miss, I was only doing what a friend asked." He said while looking straight into her eyes blankly. McGonagall nodded; she looked a little saddened, maybe also relieved. It was a strange combination of emotions.

"Alright, it's your choice. You know you looked a lot like your father when you flew like that, almost thought it was him...." Harry never thought he'd be compared to his parents again, not after he'd been sorted into Slytherin. But here McGonagall was, saying he reminded her of his father.

Harry thought he would have been happy to hear that, but he wasn't. He was beyond tired of people always saying he was like his father. He never knew the man; sure, Harry would have liked to, but he was his own person.

"Well, respectfully, I'm not my father, Ms. McGonagall," Harry said with the same tone, and she blinked away the cloudy look in her eyes. She seemed to zone back in and remember who she was speaking to. She shook her head and adjusted her glasses.

"Of course, you aren't, of course...." She peered at him for a moment; her sharp bluish-greenish eyes appeared to stare straight into his soul. Harry shifted, uncomfortable with her gaze.

"Ms. McGonagall, if that's all, may I go?" He noticed it was getting late; it wouldn't be long till Hogwarts served dinner. She looked at a clock that was on the wall behind him, checking the time.

"I'll let you off the hook Harry. If you had been in my house, I would have marched you straight to the Quidditch captain." Harry smiled faintly, knowing she did just that.

"Thank you, miss." He said sincerely as he stood up. McGonagall nodded and watched him exit her office. Harry guessed his class had already ended, so he headed to the dormitory; dinner was still a good while away.

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At dinner, he told Xira about everything thing that happened. She had apologized nearly a million times at first. After he told her everything, she was just staring at him weirdly.

"What?" He asked, taking a bite of his mashed potatoes while he waited for her answer. She gave him an exasperated look, acting like it was apparent. When he just continued to look at her in confusion, she rolled her eyes.

"You gave up a chance to get on the Quidditch team! In first year!" Her eyes were as wide as saucers. Harry just shrugged, though he loved the sport he'd made up his mind.

"I just don't think I'd have time." Xira shook her head, the flabbergasted expression not leaving her face. She must be a bigger Quidditch fan than Harry thought.

"Your insane." She stated, and Harry chuckled. Harry had a good feeling he wouldn't regret his choice. For the rest of dinner, they made light-hearted conversation. Xira even mentioned that she was struggling in defense, and Harry promised he'd help her.

They went to bed that night with full bellies and smiling faces. Harry had been pleasingly surprised with the day. When he went to close his eyes that night, he drifted to sleep immediately.

So sorry peeps I was busy and I know this chap is weak! I promise I'll do better guys, hope you liked it anyway.

                                                                               -Lemon Nugget