Impeccable : A Harmony Story

Chapter Six - Quidditch

Small spoiler, he will become friends with the twins soon enough, I'll make sure to make it happen before it's Christmas in the story.

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Harry was walking with his two buddies, when they climbed through the Gryffindor Common Room portrait hole, to find a notice on the notice board reading 'First Flying Lesson for First-Years on Monday afternoon. Gryffindors will be taking it with Slytherin. Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw.'

"You guys excited to see Weasley break his broom and fall on his fat ass?" Harry asked Hermione and Neville, with a look of mischievousness on his face. "Of course, but we must know how to use a broom ourselves, Harry. Maybe we should go read a book about it," Answered Hermione, with her usual 'We need to go read a book about it' look. "Personally, I think it's all-natural. I went to the trophy room earlier and saw that my dad was a chaser in his time at Hogwarts". Saying Harry looked happy was an understatement, he was proud.

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Skip to Monday

The beautiful bell finally rang, signalling the last lesson of Monday, Pottah and his buddies got up. "Hey guys, you know the Weasley twins, yea? Well, I'm friends with them now. Earlier on Saturday before you two woke up, I snuck into a dungeon and found a sixth-year potions book it had lots of cool spells with their counter curses, so I noted them all down and then went back, and they found me, so I told them all about it. They say they're going to write a letter about Ron to their mother today, so we better expect a howler at breakfast tomorrow," Harry said all in one breath, which was amazing for his age.

"Cool! Can we get down to the grounds already? I wanna be next to you two," Neville said.

They arrived at where the board had instructed, as it was updated on Sunday evening to go to a flat area of lawn.

A young teacher with grey hair and eagle-like yellow eyes stood in between two lines of brooms. Assuming she was the flying teacher and the Quidditch referee was normal at this point.

Once everyone had come, she finally spoke. "I am your flying instructor, Madam Hooch. There won't be any wand-waving or brain-dead behaviour in this lesson. Now, one to the side of a broom, and say 'Up!'. Once five people have got it, you'll just pick it up normally if you haven't got it in your hand,"

"Up!" Everyone shouted. Harry and Draco, and surprisingly the weasel, but Harry knew the weasel had just picked his up before they even started class. "Why have you got to be the first in everything Harry!" Hermione complained, getting it on her third try, Neville on his fifth. After Neville had gotten it, everyone picked theirs up.

"Now, ride your brooms but do not take off." she went along everyone, telling Draco, and our trio that how they were mounting their brooms was correct. To our delight, Weasley actually broke the damn broom, and the next one too! Hooch even had to get the strongest broom in the school, and everyone saw it cracking. And even then, how he did it was wrong.

"On my whistle, you will float a few feet above the ground then come back. Three two- Mr Longbottom. Mr Longbottom, get down here this instant!". The entire class looked up, first of those were Harry and Hermione. Neville had gone up too early and he didn't know how to use a broom, people. He went up and up into the air, eventually caught by a statue. Then his robes gave away, making him fall about 10-15 feet down. Hooch went over to him, bending over. "Just a broken worst, now come on Longbottom, let's take you to the hospital wing," she stated, then looked back at the first years. "None of you is to go airborne while I am gone. The person who does that will go to the Headmaster's office before being able to even say 'Quidditch'," She took Neville inside the castle, disappearing with him, leaving Harry and Hermione worried.

They heard a pig's voice, oh wait no- that's just Weasley. You know what, let's nickname him Winnopig now. Winnopig shouted, "Oh look! Longbottom dropped his rememberall. Maybe next time it'll remind him to fall on his stupid ass," he said with a smug look, as though they were about to marvel at his amazing plan, am I right? "Give me it, now, Weasley. Or I'll cut that tongue of yours off," Harry wasn't going to let Winnopig bully Neville or Hermione, he was going to make sure of that. He was even blushing when he thought of Hermione, little did he know, Hermione was blushing at him. "Or what, Pottah? How about I put it out of reach for you?" Winnopig proceeded to mount his broom which could barely support his weight and went over to put it on the roof, however, he wasn't expecting Harry to get on his broom and follow him. "Want it now, do you, Pottah?" Winnopig said, going up into the air and letting go of the remembrall while going back down to the ground.

Harry went into a dive, determined to not let it break. Five feet-Four- it was getting closer to the ground... And he does it! He catches it and pulls out of the dive right before he and the remembrall hit the ground.

"Mister Potter, come with me, now!" Professor McGonagall shouted as she marched across the grounds. Harry looked back at his two friends, looking like he'd just been sentenced to a life sentence in prison on himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw WinnoPig smirking at his brilliant plan.

McGonagall led him inside the castle, not speaking a word to him. They reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where they stopped. "Wait here, Potter," She told as she opened the door. "Professor Quirrel, may I have Wood for a moment? Thank you," What? Was Wood a magical stick to beat Harry with? Instead, she came out with a student. Now he understood what she meant by 'Wood'.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He's in need of a Seeker, and you might as well be our best choice, better than Charlie Weasley. Wood, of course, you know who this is. Potter just performed a fifty feet dive and pulled out of it right before he hit the ground and caught this," She showed Wood the remembrall. "Something even Charlie Weasley couldn't have done," She added. "Know anything about Quidditch, Potter?" Wood asked Harry, enthusiastic as ever from the look on his face. "Apart from there being seven players on each team, one Keeper, three Chasers, two Beaters and one Seeker. There also being one big red-ish ball called the Quaffle which the Chasers use and the Keeper has to prevent from entering the three big hoops at each end of the pitch, two Bludgers which the Beaters keep away from their team and use to hurt the other team's players, and one Golden Snitch which the Seeker has to catch," Harry nearly ran out of breath at he was saying that. "Good enough, Potter. Professor, we'll have to get him a decent broom, maybe a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Clean Sweep Seven. One of the school brooms just won't do it," Wood told McGonagall. "I'll see what I can do, Wood. Potter, I want to hear you're training hard, otherwise I might have to rethink not punishing you," She said to him sternly, but he glimpsed a smile come on her face, it was less thin now anyways.

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At the Gryffindor Common Room

Harry walked up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, saying the password and climbed through the portrait hole. He saw Neville and Hermione saving him a seat near the fire, with a look of great worry on their face, as though they'd just been mortally wounded.

"Hey you two, thought I was a goner, did you?" Harry asked them from in between their heads. "Harry! We've been worried sick about you!" Hermione yelled, then got up and hugged him. Harry suddenly felt himself blush, enjoying the hug. After what felt like ages, Hermione reluctantly let go of him- she'd been feeling a weird feeling in her stomach every time she saw Harry and sometimes she would start blushing.

"So, what happened? What did McGonagall do to you?" Neville asked, still knowing his two best friends were oblivious to the fact they were in love. "She made me meet Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and made me Seeker. No punishment," Harry informed them as they sat around the fire. "Cool! I heard the first match is on November the 23rd," Neville told Harry, as they enjoyed Treacle Tart Hagrid gave them when they last visited.

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Next update probably be on Friday or Saturday, no idea lads. Vote and remember to give your thoughts on the story so far. Sorry for the update being off-schedule.

Word Count - 1515