Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone | Male OC insert.

Chapter IX: The Flying Lesson

"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."

Up until that day the only class they had with Slytherin was Potions. Now they had flying lessons too on Thursdays with them.

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

"Ron's right, Harry," Y/n said. "He's probably just saying that stuff. I bet he'll fall off his broom stick within the period of six seconds. You'll probably last like ten!"

Ron elbowed him in the ribs.

"You're not helping," He said.

"Sorry. Only joking," Y/n said. "Sorta."

They were in the Great Hall eating breakfast. They had just checked a notice that was pinned outside of it. Malfoy, Seamus, and Ron all talked about times they rode a broom. Dean had an argument with Ron about soccer, and Neville said how he'd never ridden a broom in his life. For good reason too. He seemed to get to a lot of incidents on the ground. Hermione was so nervous that one evening she walked up to Y/n and asked him for his Quidditch Through The Ages book which he'd bought as an extra incase he ever got board. The down side was that Hermione kept telling them things that board them to death. Neville was the only one listening. From what Y/n could tell Devon was nervous too. He was talking to his buddy Jim or was it Tim? Y/n couldn't remember. Simon had told them that they'd be fine and that Madam Pomfrey could heal almost anything. Everybody was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.

Harry hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table. Y/n, Devon, and Simon got letters saying how much Erin missed them. Rose had to give them to the owls since Erin had no idea Witches or Wizard existed. A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" he 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..."

Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Harry, Y/n, and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy has Neville's remembrall, Professor," Y/n said.

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

"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

"Arsehole," Whispered Y/n as Professor McGonagall walked away.

***

At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Y/n, Ron, and the other Gryffindors 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.