The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Fly, Potter, Fly!

**Harry's POV**
We had flying lessons right after lunch, so Emilia and I just headed straight for the field (or pitch to be technically correct according to Seamus). The instant we got there, we forgot all about what had happened with Hagrid, seeing Draco standing in the middle of the grass, all cocky and smug, surrounded by his goons. Emilia and I shared pissed glances then stood at the complete opposite side of the field next to Ron.

"Good morning class!" yelled a woman with bird-like eyes. "Welcome to your first flying lesson! Now, step up to the left side of your broomsticks, put your right hand out, and yell 'up!'" I looked down and for the first time noticed all the beaten up broomsticks on the pitch. I stepped up to mine, placed my hand out, and yelled "Up!" Instantly, the broom came flying up into my hand.

"How the bloody hell did you do that?" Ron yelled. Just then his broom came up and hit him in the face and I couldn't help but laugh. "Shut up, Harry."

I looked to my right and saw Emilia biting her lip, looking from everyone to her broom and back again. She took a deep breath and put out her hand above her broomstick.

"Up," she whispered, but nothing happened. "Up," she tried again. Across the field, Malfoy snickered.

"What's the matter, Emilia? Too shy to so much as pick up a broom?" Malfoy lagged, his goonies joining the laugh too.

Emilia's hair turned bright pink, then she looked straight down at her broomstick and yelled "Up!"

Everyone went dead silent when the broom flew straight into her hand and she caught it as if it were as simple as breathing. She smiled triumphantly and her hair faded back to its normal deep red.

What made it even better was that the professor who I now knew as Madam Hooch had told Malfoy he'd been holding the broom incorrectly for years.

**Emilia's POV**
When I yelled out and called for my broom, I felt so triumphant, though I was still shaking a bit. That was awesome!

I was too excited to listen to anything Madam Hooch was saying, so I just kind of went along with everything everyone else was doing. Next thing I knew, Neville, Harry's dorm mate, was flying off the ground, his broom completely out of control. He started to hover higher and higher, but when anyone tried to help get him down, it just went higher.

"Neville!"

"Mr. Longbottom, get down here this instant!"

"I can't!"

Before anyone knew what happened, he'd fallen off his broom and landed on the ground in quite an awkward position.

"Neville, you alright?" I knelt beside him and whispered. He shook his head no, nearly crying. "Madam Hooch'll take you to the infirmary. You'll be okay."

**Harry's POV**
I stepped back as Madam Hooch ran up to Neville, who Emilia was kneeling next to and whispering something. She always had a knack for helping, though usually it was animals she helped, but first time for everything I guess.

I looked behind me and saw Malfoy with such a pissed face, his white completion started to turn red.

Once Madam Hooch had walked off with Neville, Emi came and stood next to me, still holding her broomstick proudly.

"Look everyone," Malfoy yelled, holding up a glass ball. I think I heard Neville getting one of those at lunch. What was it, a remembrall? Yeah, remembrall. "Maybe if the fat lobe gave this a squeeze, maybe he would've remember not to fall off his fat ass!" Everyone started to laugh.

Emi's hair turned bright pink again and she stepped up to Malfoy with her hand extended, commanding Malfoy to give her the remembrall.

"What? Defending your boyfriend, Emilia?" Malfoy smirked. "Why don't you tell me to give it to you. I may just hand it over."

Everyone, and I mean everyone was looking at Emi. Her hair started to fade a bit, but it was still slight pink.

"Hand it over," Emi whispered.

"You'll have to be louder than that."

Emilia doesn't like playing games like that. She never has. She extended her hand even more, trying to grab the glass ball.

"No no no, you have to say it."

"Hand it over, Malfoy," I stepped in. I didn't like Emi being on the spot like that.

"You're not a part of this, Potter."

"Play games with my sister and I am. Hand it over."

"No. You know what, maybe I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Malfoy hopped on his broomstick and started flying off, yelling "How about on the roof!"

I was about to take off after him but Hermione stopped me.

"No, Harry. You heard what Madam Hootch said. You'll be expelled!" I was too pissed to care. I took off, hearing Hermione retort "What. An. Idiot. Emilia, don't you dare- Emilia!" Before I knew it Emi was next to me and we were chasing after Malfoy.

"Give it here!" I yelled as Emilia flew to the other side of him.

"Have it your way then!" He raised the remembrall and chucked it so far, I couldn't even see where to chase after. Emilia on the other hand was after it in an instant, chasing it like it was nothing. In an instant, she was back, proudly flying back with the glass ball, but Malfoy went at her again, so she threw it at me and I reached up and caught it.

We all landed, the class running to meet us on the ground and cheering.

Ron and Hermione ran up to us, giving us pats on the back.

"Nice catch, Harry!" Ron patted me hard on the back.

"I'll have to admit. You're a real Gryffindor, Emilia," Hermione laughed.

"Mr. and Ms. Potter!" a loud voice cut through the cheers. Everyone moved out of the way and Professor McGonagall was standing there, stiff as a board. "Follow me." She began walking to the castle, and Emi and I nauseously followed.