Harry's Second Chance

Flying Lessons

Harry entered a medium sized field with Ron and Hermione at his sides. There on the ground were a doze or so brooms. Harry smiled. He was excited to have his first flying lessons.

Madam Hooch appeared instantly, a short woman with spiky blonde hair. "Everyone quickly stand to the left side of your broom." She boomed.

Harry confidentially stood at the left side of his broom. Looking up eagerly, Harry listened for the next instruction. "Now place your left hand over your broom and say 'up'." she called to the class. Harry stuck his hand out and said. "Up!" And to his amazement the broom flew into his hand.
Harry turned to Ron who seemed to have trouble getting his broom to move. "Up!" he whined. Harry snickered. Watching Ron for a few more minutes and then WHACK!
The broom had slammed right into Ron's nose. The class roared with laughter.

After the laughter died down a bit, Harry was still laughing at Ron. "To you need some ice mate?" he joked. Ron glared at him. "Shut up Harry."

"Alright everyone settle down." Madam Hooch barked. Everyone fell silent. Soon she instructed them to mount their brooms, and to kick off of the ground, but before Harry could give it a try Neville had zoomed about thirty feet in the air.
Madam Hooch told him to come down, but he seemed to have lost control of his broom.

After being slung back and forth for a few minutes Neville finally came crashing to the ground, suffering from a broken wrist. "I'll be taking Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing, nobody is to attempt to fly till I get back or you'll find yourselves expelled faster than you can say quidditch!" she told them sternly.

Harry felt bad for Neville, that must have been a terrifying predicament. "Look here everyone." Harry groaned. For it was the sickening voice of Draco Malfoy.
When Harry had finally turned to look, he saw Draco held Neville's remembrel ((probably spelt that wrong..sorry)) in his hand. "If he'd paid attention to this, he'd remember to fall on his fat ass." Malfoy sneered. Harry's blood began to boil. "Give here Malfoy." Harry growled.
Malfoy looked a little taken back. Nobody ever went against him. "No Potter! I think I'll leave it somewhere for the fat lump to find." Harry sighed in frustration. 'How thick can you get?' He thought to himself.

"How bout on the roof Potter?" Draco taunted. Harry went to mount his broom but Hermione jumped in his way "No Harry you can't. You heard what Madam Hooch said."Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Harry ignored her and mounted his brook anyways. "Give it here Malfoy." Harry called angrily. The two boys flew high up in the sky. For Harry not knowing what he was doing, was relieved that flying felt natural, like it was instinct.
Harry zoomed towards Malfoy in attempts to collect the clear glass spear.

After a few minutes of zooming forwards, and dodging swipes. Malfoy had enough of this little game, he launched the ball twenty yards away.

Harry took off as fast as his broom would go desperately trying to catch the the clear glass spear.

As it began to descend, Harry's heart was racing. He flew into a dive, speeding toward the ground, he reached his hand out and grasped the small ball and quickly pulled out of the dive.

Little did he know though, that his actions were not unseen by any teachers, Professor McGonagall can running out as Harry was being congratulated and the rest of the first years were cheering.

"Harry Potter!" an exasperated Professor McGonagall breathed. "Come with me." Harry's heart sank. This was it he thought. I'm going to be expelled. Mum and dad are going to kill me.
Draco made a smug face, assuming that Harry was getting expelled.
As Harry and Professor McGonagall were walking she seemed to have a happy look to her. Harry wondered anxiously what could make her happy right this moment.
They stopped at a classroom and Professor McGonagall requested "Wood". What's a wood? Harry thought.
Some sort of punishing object?
A few minutes later Harry learned Wood was a person, the Gryffindor Quidditch Caption to be exact, and the first person he met at Hogwarts.
"Mr. Wood, I think I've found you a seeker!" Professor McGonagall said excitedly. Harry's heart lifted, he wasn't going to be expelled.
The boy looked Harry up and down and seemed to like what he saw. "He's the perfect build for a seeker, but Professor are you sure? I mean he's a first year after all." Harry's heart fell. Just a first year? That stung a bit. Professor McGonagall smiled a bit.
"Yes I saw him go into a fifty foot dive and didn't even get a scratch on himself.
Even Charlie Weasley couldn't have pulled that off."
With that Harry had become Gryffindor's seeker, and the youngest player in the century.