The Muse {An HP FF}

Chapter 13

Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters in this story and most settings belong to me; this all belongs to the wonderful talented J.K. Rowling. Well except Armadi, she's a figment of my imagination.

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"Stand next to your brooms and on my whistle yell Up!" commanded Madam Hooch as she demostrated with her broom. "Ready?" She blew into the whistle.

"Up!" My broom flew into my hand easily. I grinned triumphantly at Harry who was grinning back, his broom at hand.

Ron cried out as his broom smacked him right in the face. Harry was turning red from laughter while I helped a struggling Hermione whose broom seemed to not want to obey.

"I want you to mount your brooms and hover a few feet. HOVER. On my whistle, three...two..."

But before she could even reach to one, Neville Longbottom had already kicked off the ground, probably afraid of getting left behind.

"Mr.--Mr. Longbottom!" Yelled Madam Hooch. "Get down from there boy!"

"I can't!" He screamed as his broom flew wildly about, finally stopping when it crashed on the side of a tower.

Madam Hooch hurried over to Neville's limp body. She tutted as she picked him up. "Broken wrist...nobody fly brooms or else you'll be expelled before you can say 'quidditch'. Come on dear." She strutted off, supporting Neville.

"Maybe he would've broken his fall if had landed on his fat ass," sneered a snobby voice. Malfoy bent over and picked something off the ground. "Look, that fat lump dropped his rememberall."

"Give it here Malfoy," Harry stepped forward. Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles menacingly. I stuck my tongue out at them.

"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere Longbottom to find. Maybe--" He looked around. "Up in a tree?" He got on the broom and flew off. Harry followed suit.

"Harry, stop!" I yelled. "You'll get expelled!"

But he ignored me and zoomed off after Malfoy.

"What an idiot," said Hermione next to me.

"I'll kill him when he gets back down," I muttered. Harry chased Malfoy all around the sky, making impossible turns and slick moves.

"Armadi, you never told me Harry could fly!" Ron jumped up at down staring at the sky.

"But he doesn't!" I said flabbergasted as Harry made a superb loop. Malfoy looked as astounded as I did.

"Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom!"

Harry zoomed forward towards Malfoy, but he threw the rememberall before Harry reached him.

He turned back and rocketed towards the flying ball.

"Watch out!" I shrieked.

Harry nearly splattered onto the side of the castle but pulled up the broom spectacularly.

He flew back down and shook the ball in his fist. I screamed as I tackled him in a hug, yelling unintelligible words in his ear. The Gryffindors surrounded him, cheering.

"Mr. Potter!"

A very pale McGonagall came running forward.

"In all my life...how dare you...you could have broken your neck..." She seemed lost for words. She stopped for a moment, collected her thoughts and took a deep breath. "Follow me Potter."

"But Professor," I stood in front of Harry.

"Move aside Miss Dursley."

"But Malfoy--"

"That's enough Mr. Weasley." She said sternly. "Follow me."

Harry glumly waved goodbye as he was led back into castle.

Malfoy and his cronies were laughing madly, while Ron and I shared worry.

"You don't think he'll be expelled do you?" I said anxiously.

"Remember what Madam Hooch had said before she left?" Hermione replied.

"Shut up Hermione," Ron snapped. "He'll be fine, just you wait and see."

"But--"

"He'll be fine!"

"Ron, stop being so hostile," I said quietly. "What matters now is Harry. I'm going to go find out what's happening." I ran off the field and through the castle doors.