Scene: In the great hall, probably midday. The students are all working on homework.
Seamus is trying a spell on a cup.
Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum. {Looks in cup and shakes head.} Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
(Y/N): What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water? {looking over at the Gryffindor table}
Draco: Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before...
ZAPOOF! The cup explodes. There is laughter amongst the students. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above.
Ron: Ah. Mail's here!
The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. Harry and (Y/N) get nothing. Harry sees the newspaper Ron has put down.
Harry: Can I borrow this? {Ron nods} Thanks.
Neville is unwrapping a gift. It is a clear ball with gold around it.
Seamus: Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!
Hermione: I've read about those. When the smoke turns red {the smoke turns red}, it means you've forgotten something.
Neville: The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.
Harry: Hey, Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen, Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to.
Harry looks at (Y/N) and lifts up the newspaper. (Y/N) looks shocked.
Scene: Outside, flying practice. The students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, MADAM HOOCH, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.
Hooch: Good afternoon, class.
Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.
Hooch: Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. {to class} Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!
Class: Up!
(Y/N)'s broom flies into her hand. Harry's flies up afterwards.
Harry: Whoa. {Hermione stares as the class continues.}
Draco: Well Done (Y/N). Up! {broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins.}
Hooch: With feeling!
Hermione: Up. Up. Up. Up.
Ron: Up!! {His broom flies up and conks him on the nose} Ow! {Harry laughs} Shut up, Harry. {laughs}
Hooch: Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. {Class mounts} When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2...{tweet!}
Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.
Neville: Oh...
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.
Girl: Neville, what are you doing?
Students: Neville...Neville...
Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet.
Hooch: {Neville begins soaring away} M-M-Mr. Longbottom Mr. Longbottom!
Neville: AHH!
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!
Neville: {soars away} Down! Down! Ahhhh!
Harry: Neville! {shouting}
Neville: Help!!!
Hooch: Come back down this instant!
Neville: AHH!
He soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch holds out her wand to stop him.
Neville: Help!
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom! {Neville approaches. The students scatter and Hooch dives out of the way. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.}
Neville: Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh! {zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there.} Oh. Ah...help! {He wavers, then the cloak rips, and he falls, catching on a torch, but then slipping out and falling to the ground.} Ahh!
Hooch: Everyone out of the way! {She runs through the group, and they scatter.} Come on, get up.
Girl: Is he alright?
Neville: Owowowow.
Hooch: Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get. {Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.} Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch. {Exit.}
Draco: {snickers} Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass. {Laughs.}
(Y/N): {laughs}
Harry: {glares at (Y/N) and Draco} Give it here, Malfoy.
Draco: No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. {hops on broom and soars around group, then through.} How 'bout up on the roof?? {soars off and hovers high in the sky.} What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?
Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him.
Hermione: Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly. {(Y/N) flies off and Harry follows} What idiots.
Harry and (Y/N) Are now in the air, across from Draco.
Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!
Draco: Is that so? {(Y/N) makes a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360.}
(Y/N): Draco don't be mad at me but you've had your fun just give it back.
Have it your way, then! {He throws the Remembrall into the air.}
(Y/N) and Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as they are about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working/watching, (Y/N) catches it, and then heads back to the group. The students all cheer and run to see (Y/N) and Harry.
Boy: Good job, Guys!
Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked.
McGonagall: {appears quickly} (Y/N) and Harry Potter? Follow me. {Harry and (Y/N) sullenly follows her. Draco and his goons laugh.}
Draco: I hope boy Potter gets expelled but I hope (Y/N) doesn't.
Scene: Professor Quirrells classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana.
Quirrell: An iguana s-such as this is {McGonagall approaches the class and stops Harry and (Y/N): You both wait here.} an essential in-gredient
McGonagall: Excuse me, excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Could I borrow Wood and Flint for a moment?
Quirrell: Oh. Y-yes, of course. {two boys OLIVER WOOD and MARCUS FLINT gets up to leave and Quirrell continues.} And the vampire b-bat...{eerie roar.}
McGonagall: Mr. Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!
McGonagall: Miss. Potter, this is Marcus Flint. Flint, I have found you a Seeker!
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FanfictionWhat will happen when the beloved (Y/N) Potter gets sorted into Slytherin and Voldemort returns. Read to find out. ⚡️ I don't own any characters apart from (Y/N) Potter Of course. All characters are from the Harry Potter franchise written by JK Rowl...
