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Chapter 6: Flying Lessons

A/N: Woah! Long chapter. Consider it as an early New Year's gift. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of reviews i got so thanks! And thumbs up to "Emerald Eyes of Flame", my 100th reviewer. Answers to a few questions before we continue:

-Lily's behaviour some might see as odd, but the reason i can come up with is that she knows that John is eventually going to kill or be killed by Voldemort. For a mother that is extreme and hence her extra love to join and in consequence neglect of Harry. And i needed both his parents' neglect to make him dark in the future.

-a lot of people want him to get revenge, a bit of that in this chapter but more when he actually grows up a little

Flying Lessons

Harry stood next to his broom as every kid was saying 'up!'. Flying lessons with the Gryffindors. He should have recognized the signs earlier. The way John was looking at him and the way Draco Malfoy was looking at him.

When everybody else had their broom in their hands, Harry bent down to pick his own. He could fly a broom but couldn't summon it from close range like wizards could. Oh well, at least he could fly it. He had always been envious of John for that.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle as most kids kicked off. Everybody began to fly on their own without considerable difficulty. Harry himself was feeling quite comfortable flying at a steady and slow speed. It was then that a Slytherin fell down although it looked like he faked it.

He was now carrying what looked to be a broken arm. Harry knew it wasn't broken but Madam Hooch was convinced by the amount of crying the boy was doing. She picked him up and started towards the Hospital wing. "I've placed a barrier around the pitch and make sure you don't fly too fast." With that she was gone.

From the large distance, Harry could almost swear he saw the injured Slytherin boy winking at him as he was taken towards the castle. He didn't have much time to contemplate it as almost as soon as Madam Hooch was gone, he saw from the corner of his eye a red light heading towards him. Instinctively, Harry moved out of the way and turned to face his attacker. John Potter.

Harry was about to say something to John when he felt his dagger in the inside of his robe vibrate a little. Once again instinctively, Harry moved out of the path and turned to see a spell where he had been moments ago. Harry saw that this time, the attacker was Draco Malfoy. Not questioning the response of his dagger or anything, Harry leaned on his broomstick and shot towards the other end of the pitch just as John released another spell.

The hexes were even more dangerous when he was a broom because he might end up falling down. Harry thought of heading towards the ground but knew he would be slower on the ground. Nevertheless Harry inched closer towards the ground. By now both Malfoy and John were headed towards him spells ready.

Harry ducked and dived under both spells but Malfoy and John were ready for more. By this time, most of the slytherins had also joined with Malfoy. Most were aiming spells at him. Letting instincts take over, Harry ducked, dived, barreled, rolled whenever he felt the need. Dodging all over the pitch, not one spell had hit him yet.

Snape looked at Harry Potter from the owlery, and started to observe. He knew what the first year slytherins had planned, he had clearly read it in Malfoy's mind. He was impressed with the flying of Harry Potter, to say the least. But he knew it wouldn't last forever. Amused, he patiently observed what would happen to Potter when the first spell hit, and everything after.

It wasn't until five minutes that Harry Potter was hit with a simple spell that knocked a person back a step. On the broom this would be dangerous. Malfoy smirked seeing his spell hit. "Oi Potter! one point to Slytherin for the hit" He yelled at John.