My Tale {Book One in the Hermione Granger Series}

Chapter Thirteen

In the common room, there was a notice telling us first-years that we had flying lessons with the Slytherins. Great, I thought sarcastically, just what I need-more classes with the Slytherins, and flying. I hated heights, mainly due to an incident from when I was younger.

Flashback:

I was on a trip with my parents, and we went to the Grand Canyon. I leaned slightly over the edge, and then someone pushed me. I fell screaming, and thought I would die.

But I miraculously didn't. My fall slowed, and I came to a stop about half a meter from the ground, before I hit the ground. I then had to wait there until rescuers arrived - in the form of a helicopter, and it was scary waiting. Animals came towards me, animals who I knew would eat me. But for some strange reason, they didn't. Rescuers finally arrived, and since then, I avoid heights.

End of Flashback.

And now I had to go on a broom! What fun! Oh well, I thought, I can read books about flying.

And Thursday came fast. As everyone always says: if you dread something, time seems to go faster. I had spent my free time reading Quidditch Through The Ages and other such books about flying. It didn't really interst me, but I wanted to be the best at everything.

At breakfast, I repeated the tips I found from the books I read. I could see that nearly everyone was bored of me, but they didn't have to listen - it was more for Neville's benefit. A few such tips included:

Never let go of the broom.

Have one leg on either side.

Have one hand in front of the other.

Don't kick off too fast-it's only the first go.

Mail suddenly arrived. Mail shocked me the first morning - hundreds of owls flying through the air, carrying parcels and letters. But at least I.didn't scream, cough Lavendar cough.

I stopped sharing my tips and went back to eating my amazing bacon and egg muffin.

I looked over to see that a barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed us a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" he started explaining. "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, ". . . I've forgotten something . . ." (A/N the book originally had Neville say "...You've forgotten something", but I changed it to "...I've...)

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 and Ron and I jumped to our feet. Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

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

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

Soon it was time for classes.

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