Dynamite Duo- Book one

Chapter 6 - First Day

It's the next day, I had woken Harry up but it seems like he dozed off again, I can't blame him as those beds are much more comfortable than the ones under the closet. I was transfiguration, Professor Mcgonogall teaches this class, the same lady who took us into the sorting ceremony. At the moment she was a cat, looking over us to make sure we were writing down what she put on the board. I hear the doors open and look behind me to see Harry and Ron jog in, out of breath. So much for good first impressions. They sit in the chair beside me, expressing relief over how Mcgonogall's not here until the cats transforms into her. She lets them off for being late on the first day but does give them a little extra work as punishment. I share my notes with them so they can catch up. After transfiguration we make our way to our next class, which is potions. The professor makes a dramatic entrance, letting everyone know there will be no dilly dallying. During his speech to introduce us to potions Harry starts writing everything down with his quill, still in awe over the Wizard world we're now a part of. Snape notices this and makes a fool out of Harry. Asking him questions no one should know yet. Hermione, as I expected, did know however. She called out the answer unfortunately, and got points removed from Gryffindor because of it. We had a small break afterwards, where Harry, Ron and I hung out in the courtyard, laughing with each other before moving to our next lesson.

We moved onto the edge of the Quidditch field, standing beside a broomstick each. Madam Hooch was a strict and firm lady by nature but also very encouraging, never outing a student for their mistakes unlike Snape who had been doing that throughout the entire lesson to the Gryffindors. "Good afternoon class," she says, walking down the two rows of broomsticks and students. "Welcome to your first flying lesson, well, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand to the left side of their broomstick, come on hurry up now," she says, watching as we each step up quickly. "Stick your right hand over the broom, and say up," she commands, we follow her instructions. Harry's and mine fly up to our hands instantly, Ron has a bit of trouble but gets it after a few tries, though it does wack him in the face. Harry and I laugh a little and Ron tells us to shut up, with a smile of his own. I see Hermione's broom wiggle but makes no movement upwards, Draco's flies up after two tries. Once everyone has a broomstick in their hand Madam Hooch moves down the line again. "Now, once you've got a hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end," she instructs and we move to do what she says. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off the ground hard, keep your broom steady, hover for a moment then lean forward and touch down," she says again. Neville's broom seems to have a mind of its own however, as it starts hovering before Madam Hooch even brings the whistle to her lips. Neville yells in worry and Hooch tries to tell him to come down. The broom starts jerking around however and shoots up, taking Neville with it. Madam Hooch desperately tries to help Neville, knowing he's not in control of the broomstick. Neville starts screaming and cries slightly as his broom hits him into the stone walls of the castle before coming back down and shooting towards us. We all duck down as Neville shoots over us, his broom flies over a wall of the castle and Neville's robes get stuck on a statue. The poor boy hangs there as his broom abandons him. His robes rip more and he comes tumbling towards the ground with a yell. "Everyone out of the way!" Madam Hooch yells at us as she runs over to Neville who lays in a heap on the ground. Hooch grabs onto Neville, who grunts in pain as soon as she grazes over his wrist. "Oh dear, it's a broken wrist, come on now up you get," she says, pulling Neville up gently. "Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing, Understand? I see a single broom in the air, the ones flying it will find themselves expelled from Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch," she demands, walking away with Neville.

As soon as she leaves Drcao starts making fun of Neville. "Did you see his face, maybe if that oaf had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse," Draco says, causing a few Slytherins to laugh. "Give it here Malfoy," Harry demands, stepping towards said boy. Malfoy turns around, unthreatened by Harry. "No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," Draco says. He kicks up from the ground, the glass ball still in his hand. "How about on the roof, what's the matter Potter, bit beyond your reach," Malfoy taunts as he rises into the air. Harry mounts his broom glaring at Draco. "Harry you don't know how to fly, you already made a bad first impression with our head of house please don't make one with Madam Hooch as well," I try to reason, Harry looks at me briefly before flying towards Draco. I sigh and shake my head, looking at the two. Harry, despite not having one lesson, flies expertly. This makes me slightly proud, but I'm still worried if he'll be expelled, the threat ringing in my head quietly as I watch them. Draco avoids the windows, but eventually throws the glass ball towards a set of them, trying to get Harry in trouble. Harry catches it and lands on the ground, everyone but the Slytherins cheer for him until we see Mcgonagall stomping towards us angrily. "Harry Potter! Come with me!" she yells. Harry walks over to her and she stomps off with him. I bite my lip, worried for whatever punishment he might receive.

(Timeskip)

Harry came back to us at the end of the flying lesson, beaming. On the way to our next class he told Ron and I about how Mcgonagall had offered him to play as Seeker in Quidditch, even bringing him to the captain of the team. "Seeker? But first years never make the house team, you must be the youngest Quidditch player-" Ron starts to say. Harry cuts him off, "in a century, according to MCgonagall." I hear hushed voices behind us and turn to see Fred and George run up to us. "Well done Harrys, Wood's just told us," Fred says, coming up to Harry's side. "Fred and George are on the team too, Beaters," Ron explains after seeing Harry's confused face. "Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad," George explains. They start teasing Harry lightly. "Can't make any promises of course, rough game Quidditch," George continues, a light smirk on his face. "Brutal, but no one's died in years," Fred continues George's sentence. I look concerned at this, they notice this and move beside me to start teasing me instead. "Someone will vanish occasionally-" "but they'll turn up in a month or two," they say, breaking the sentence into two. I roll my eyes at them amused, realising they're purposefully trying to freak us out. I lightly slap their shoulders as we move away from the twins, rushing to our next class. Unbeknownst to me however, the twins stare at me as I leave.

As it's the first day they give us a long lunch, Harry spends the time with Oliver Wood. Learning the basics of Quidditch. I start working on the potions homework Snape's already set, wanting to stay on top of the workload we'll receive. Luckily it doesn't take too long, after I start wandering around Hogwarts, I don't notice the Weasley twins sneaking up behind me. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and yelp at the sudden contact. Hearing a familiar set of laughs notifying me of who it is. I sigh in mock annoyance, turning around as the arms leave my waist. "Got you there (Y/N)," Fred says, laughing. "Couldn't help ourselves Love," George says, laughing with his brother. They run off after the scare. I laugh at their antics before looking at the time. Seeing I should probably get to Charms I start to make my way over to the classroom.

I sit next to Harry, Ron and Hermione behind us. "One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly. Now do you have your feathers?" Professor Flitwick begins. We all hold up our feathers slightly and he continues, "good. Now don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practising, The swish and flick, everyone swish and flick." We copy the movement over our feathers, nothing happening yet as we haven't cast the spell. "Oh and annunciate, Wingardium Leviosa," he says before setting us off on the task of making our feathers float. I let Harry go first, helping him perfect the wrist movement before helping him with the words. Hermione makes her feather fly first, impressing the professor as no one else has done it yet. Seamus Finnegan, having heard Hermione's advice, tries it next. The feather explodes in his face however and most of the class end up trying not to laugh at his predicament. Harry and I do ours together, the feathers floating upwards beside Hermione's.

After class, Ron starts mocking Hermione. I look at him disappointed, sure she may be a bit cocky and stuck up at times but talking behind her back is just wrong. We moved out of the classroom with Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, our roommates. "No wonder she hasn't got any friends," Ron blurts out. Hermione walks past us, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "I think she heard you," I say to Ron, slight bitterness in my voice before chasing after the girl. I lose her in the windgin corridors however and give up on my mission, heading to the great hall for dinner.