Harry and Isabella Potter & the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 4 - Flying Injuries

Today was our flying lesson, a subject I look forward to. Madam Hooch was our teacher and she's incredibly terrifying. Incredible because she's a great teacher. Terrifying because of her looks. I was worried about not being able to fly properly but Draco reassured me that i'll be good. Meanwhile, madam Hooch told us to stick our right hand next to our broomsticks and say up. "Up!" I ordered. Suddenly, the broom jumped into my hand. I tried to look around and saw that only a few people had done it. Including Harry and Draco. Hermione's broom keeps on rolling in the ground while Neville's broom doesn't move at all. Madam Hooch then showed us how to mount our brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. "You're doing it wrong, Mr. Malfoy." said Madam Hooch as she reached Draco. Suddenly, I heard some small laughter. It was Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle from the Slytherin house. "What're you laughing at? You couldn't even mount the brooms yourself." I sneered and they all glared at me. "Don't give a damn on them, Bells. They're just plain stupid." Draco whispered and I smiled. "You're a bad boy, Draco." I said. "I sure do." he replied.

The rest went good but everything went hell when Neville flew before Madam Hooch had blown her whistle. "Get down here, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted, but Neville was rising up higher and higher. Twelve, no twenty! Neville was already twenty feet higher from us. I can clearly see that Neville was scared as he look at us. The next thing that happened isn't what we really expect. Neville lay facedown on the grass with a heap. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher then it started drifting towards the forbidden forest until it was out of sight.

"Broken wrist," Madam Hooch sighed as she bend over Neville. "Come on, boy- it's alright. Get up." She then turned to us. "No one is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! If I see any single broom in the air, you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. C'mon dear," They both left the field and we all came into whispers. Suddenly, we heard an evil laugh. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" It was Blaise Zabini. The other Slytherins joined in. "Shut up, Zabini." Parvati snapped. "Sticking up for Longbottom, huh Parvati?" said Pansy Parkinson. "Never thought you'd like fat crybabies." Parvati went silent. I moved next to Pansy. "Are you looking for a fight?!" I sneered. Pansy glared but didn't dared to speak. "Never thought you're a weakling, Parkinson." I said. Pansy went as red as a tomato. The Gryffindors laughed. "You go, Izzy!" I heared the Gryffindors cheer.

"Look!" said Zabini. The Gryffindors stopped cheering. He moved forward and snatched something from the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him," he held up the Remembrall into the sky. "Give it here, Zabini!" Harry, Draco and I said at the same time. Everyone stopped talking and turned to watch us. Zabini smiled nastily. "I think i'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about - up a tree?" "Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Zabini had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. "Come and get it, Potters and Malfoy!" he called. Harry, Draco and I grabbed our brooms. "No!" Hermione shouted. "Madam Hooch told us not to move - you'll get us all into trouble." We all ignored her and fly to where Zabini is. "Give it here or we'll knock you off your broom!" I called. "Oh yeah?" said Zabini. He looked plain worried. Harry leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly. Zabini dodged Harry and throw the Remembrall. I followed it, since I was the nearest. The Remembrall almost landed to a window, lucky I had it in time. I landed in the ground and all of the Gryffindors cheered. Harry and Draco followed. We are all shocked by what happens next.

"You three! Follow me!" It was McGonagall.