Y/n Cullen- Potter

part 7

"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 —"

"Come back, boy!" she shouted as Neville's broom shot up. I took my broom in a firm grip and hopped on. I shot up as fast as I could. "Neville!" I shouted as I flew closer. "Hop on!" I could see he hesitated a little, but I grabbed his arm and he sat behind me. "Hold tight!" It definitely felt harder to ride a broom with two people."Ah! My Remembrall!" As soon as I saw the Remembrall fall, I dashed down. Poor Neville was hugging me tight as if his life depended on it.

Well, actually it did. I heard muffled shouts from the professor. I was about 6 feet from the ground when my hand grabbed the ball. I pulled my broom straight, and we gently landed on the grass. I gave Neville his Remembrall. "Ms. Potter! How DARE you perform such risky tricks, endangering NOT ONLY your life but ALSO another student's!"

While she was busy scolding me, Tracey Davis, my roommate, grabbed the Remembrall from Neville. "Are you listening, Ms. Potter?! ... What are you looking at?" As she turned, she saw two students in the air. Well, Potters are always where trouble awaits.

"TRACEY DAVIS AND HARRY POTTER, DOWN! NOW!" She was a second too late. Davis threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down — the next second, he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball. He stretched out his hand — a foot from the ground, he caught it just in time. Then he pulled his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.

"HARRY POTTER!"

"Y/N CULLEN-POTTER!"

Three professors were rushing towards us. Professor McGonagall dragged Harry away, while Professor Snape gave a detention to Davis. When Professor Snape turned to me, I gulped. "Follow me," he said and walked away towards the castle.'Will Harry and I get expelled? Wait, no. Students don't get expelled just for flying. So Harry is probably having detention. But why did they take him? I actually saved a student's life (before diving and almost killing us both)... um, yeah...'

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "I apologize for interrupting, Flitwick, but may I borrow Flint?"

Flint?

"What is happening today? First Wood, then Flint?" Professor Flitwick asked. "Student matters."

Bloody hell! Why do they need wood and flint!? Are they planning to burn us? Wait, no. They don't use fire or abuse to teach a lesson to a child these days.

A third-year boy joined us in a walk. "Flint, this is Y/n Cullen-Potter, a new seeker for your team." "WHAT?" Both of us looked at the professor as if he had grown two heads. "Do not give me those looks. She did a vertical 30-foot dive with a student literally choking the air out of her."

Even though I don't usually blush, I couldn't control my cheeks from warming up due to the compliment. Flint had a mischievous spark in his eyes. A smirk grew on his face as his eyes scanned me up and down.

"Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter?" he asked.

"Flint is the captain of the Slytherin team," Professor Snape explained.

"I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I may change my mind about punishing you... You both are dismissed."

I quickly nodded and watched him dramatically walk away.

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