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•Flight Lesson•

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Currently, Y/N, Harry, and every First Year of both Gryffindor and Slytherin were going to have their first flight lesson.

They all stood beside a broom, and looked at Madam Hooch, their Instructor, as she made her way towards them.

Madam Hooch: Good Morning everyone.
She said.

Everyone: Good Morning, Madam Hooch.
They all chanted in unison.

She looked at each of them right in the eyes.
Madam Hooch: Then? What are you waiting for? Put a hand over your broom and say 'Up'!
She said.

Harry and Y/N did as she said.
They put their hands over the broom beneath them.

Harry&Y/N: Up!
They both said. Their brooms flew in their hands, much to their surprise.

Ron was trying to do the same, but the Broom just refused to go in his hands, and even hit him in the face once,making the twins laugh.

Ron: Stop it, that's not funny.
He said, but he too didn't seem so sure of it, as the three of them were trying not to laugh.

When everyone had finally summoned his or her broom successfully, Madam Hooch looked at them all again.

Madam Hooch: Now, mount on it. I will then count to 3. After that, you'll use your feet to give you a gentle push so that you can start flying, and then you pull the broom downwards to descend.
She said.

Everyone mounted on their brooms, but before she foul start to count, however, Neville started flying.

They all look at him.
Madam Hooch: Mr Longbottom, where do you think you're going? Come back here!
She said.

But Neville had started to panic, and slowly lost control of his broom, which started going up and down, left and right, hitting the walls of the castle.

And then, after hitting a tower for the 5th time, Neville fell from his broom.

Everyone gasped in horror, as he was now falling from an height of at least 15m.

Y/N: Neville!
He shouted, raising his arms involuntarily.

He felt a shiver down his spine, and flinched. Before Neville could hit the ground, he stopped mid air, and then gently fell on the grass.

Y/N flinched in pain. His arms were hurting a lot. Harry looked at him, just like everyone else.

Harry: Y/N, are you ok?
He asks. Y/N nods, looking at his own arms.
Madam Hooch lifted up Neville.

Madam Hooch: I'll bring him to the infirmary. If any of you mounts on a broom, I'll have you expelled before you can even say 'Quidditch'.
She said, as she headed inside the castle.

Malfoy walked to where Neville had fell, and bent down, taking what looked like a small glass ball with some red smoke inside.

He showed it to everyone, smirking.
Malfoy: If he had held this, it would've probably reminded him to land on that butt of his.
He said, as the Slytherins started laughing like idiots.

Harry and Y/N walked up to him, with Y/N boiling with nothing but pure anger.

Not only Neville had risked his life, but the Idiot was even making fun of him. And Y/N could not tolerate such a thing.

They both glared at Malfoy with nothing but pure disgust, and both sticked their hands out.

Harry&Y/N: Give it back, Malfoy.
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