Forthcoming

1.8 Potter

Part Eight.
Book 1.
Chapter Eight.

Hadrian watched curiously as a barn owl dropped Longbottom a small package, which the boy seemed to open excitedly. It was a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke. Hadrian looked intriguingly and stood up with Draco, Blaise, and Theo close behind.

"It's a Remembrall!" Hadrian heard him 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..." Hadrian said, plucking the Remembrall out of the Gryffindor's hand, examining it slowly. Potter and Weasley instantly jumped to their feet, looking outraged, but Professor McGonagall appeared a second later.

Riddle almost sneered as she walked up, glaring at Potter and Weasley.

"What's going on?"

"Riddle's got my Remembrall, Professor."

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

"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with his friends behind him.

Hadrian sat himself next to Daphne, and his eyes found the Gryffindor brunette.

At three in the afternoon, Hadrian and Draco and the other Slytherin's hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.

The Gryffindor's weren't there yet, but twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Hadrian had heard Edward Marsh complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.

The flying class was split into two lines that faced each other. A broom was in front of each student.

"Good afternoon, class," Madam Hooch said.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," the class replied, half-heartedly, Hadrian, though, was too busy staring at the broomsticks the school provided, he scoffed a little. These were nothing compared to the broomstick he had back home, they were old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles

When Hooch had reached the end of the lines, she said, "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'Up!'"

Hadrian obeyed, and the broom immediately flew into his hand. He looked around to see that only Potter had been able to get ahold of his broom on his first time. After a while, Weasley's broom lifted only to smack him in the face with its handle.

Hadrian and Draco laughed loudly.

After a few minutes of all the students trying and failing and succeeding in differing measures, Madam Hooch showed the class how to mount the brooms. Hadrian mounted his broom, then waited as Madam Hooch walked down the line, correcting peoples' grips.