Can't Catch Me Now / Severus Snape

7. I'm In

Gryffindor and Slytherin were lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, came down the line. She had short hair and hawk yellow eyes. She stared back at harry.

"Finally your year huh Snape?"

"Yes ma'am." Harry agreed.

"Good." She agreed before moving along the line of students. "Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." they echoed.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon. 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!"

"Up!"

"Up!" After Harry said "Up"!, the broom immediately flew into his hand. He knew how to fly. He flew with his mother and father all the time. But now it was his turn to fly by himself. No restrictions. Harry smiled back at draco across the way. Hermione stared at harry amazed herself as she was struggling to ger her broom in hand.

"Up!" Draco demanded and the broomstick flew up and Draco smugly grinned back at his friends. Harry waggled his eyebrows back at him.

"With feeling!" Hooch instructed.

"Up. Up. Up. Up." Hermione begged as her broomstick slowly rose.

"Up!!" Ron shouted and his broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. "Ooh!" he groaned out, Harry laughed ''Shut up, Harry." Ron griped before laughing himself.

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." Hooch instructed and the class mounted on their broomsticks. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." She blew the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifted off. He was terrified.

"Oh..." Neville murmured as he got higher.

"Mr. Longbottom." Hooch demanded.

"Neville, what are you doing?"

"Neville...Neville..." The students called up to him.

"Longbottom. What can you expect?" Draco questioned.

"Cravings are just as important today you each have a stome tablet in front of you-" lilith remarked. "We are going to try and etch-" liliths gaze shifted seeing a whoosh of red cloak and hearing a scream. She kept talking as she moved to the window. Flying lessons were always filled with visits to the medical wing.

"We're not supposed to take off, yet." but Neville was soaring away uncontrollably.

"M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch shouted. Neville screamed out as Hooch was being quite useless repeating his name over and over again like that was going to do anything while he was flying and screaming and out of control and clearly in need of more help than his name being shouted out.  He didnt know what he was doing after all.

"Help!" Neville begged.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch demanded.  Neville fell with a thud. " It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get." Hooch instructed helping neville up.

"Harry, how about a race?" Draco questioned.

"We are not supposed to Draco." Harry corrected.

"Thats why it will be fun." Draco agreed. Harry watched him fly up and he climbed on his own broom.

"HARRY NO!" Hermione shouted.

"I have been flying for years Hermione." Harry corrected. "You are on Malfoy." Harry decalred.

"Around the clocktower." Draco challenged. "On three?"

"One, two-" Harry took off.

"See!" Draco shouted chasing after him. "YOu should have been in slytherin!"

"Professor Snape?" John Shelby questioned raising his hand.

"Yes John?"

"There is a boy flying outside the window." John pointed to draco and harry as they flew around. "And i highly doubt they are supposed to be." Lilith glanced back out with a smile.

"Dont worry thats just my miscreant." She mused "alright now hold the chisel- whats funny about ancient runes is that its actually a bit of muggle skills. Magic could damage the carvings if not done gently," lilith went on.

"Harry Snape?" McGonagall demanded marching towards them. The group fell silent. " Follow me." Harry sullenly followed her. The slytherins niggered out, ohh's of you are in trouble.

"Sorry." Draco chuckled. "Maybe mummy can get you out of McGonagalls prison!"

Harry walked off sluggish as Minerva led him along.

"Im really sorry," harry offered.

"If your mother saw you-"

"She would be happy." Harry assured. "Think it was great fun." Minerva rolled her eyes but knew he was right.

"An iguana s-such as this is..."

"You wait here." Minerva instructed at the defense against the dark arts class.

"... an essential in-gredient." Quirrell stuttered out.

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?"

"Oh. Y-yes, of course." He dismissed Oliver and continued with his lecture.

"And the vampire b-bat... "

"Snape, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!"

"SEVY!" Lilith declared leaping at him. He held her up stumbling back from the shock. "HARRY IS ON THE TEAM!"

"What?" her feet landed back on the ground.

"THE QUIDDITCH TEAM! SEEKER!"

"Have you heard? Harry Snape's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well." Sir Nick remarked as he floated by.

"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." Ron realized.

"A century, according to McGonagall." Harry agreed. "I have to tell my mum."

"Oh I think she knows." Ron countered seeing Lilith beaming back at them.

"You did it!" Lilith declared running towards him. "I saw you and draco flying around. What happened?"

"Draco challenged me to a race and professor McGonagall saw us... brought me to the quidditch captain."

"Oliver Wood. Good lad. Skilled quidditch player." Lilith agreed. "Highly motivated on quidditch and nothing else." She agreed  "what did he say?"

"And he said im in."