Harry Potter Down Under

Remembrall(36)

I regret my last chapter, but who gives a damn. I was just bored and wanted a chapter that showed an extra characters...history a little. She's loved by the teachers and hated by the other students. Don't worry though, she's not that important. She'll probably die in my story anyways.

Also, sorry for not updating for a while, I lost track of the days. FORGIVE ME! Nah, I don't care if you forgive me.

Harry was beginning to hate Defense Against the Dark Arts almost as much as he hated history. Every time he entered the class, his head would throb and the Dork Lord would snicker. Most of the class was Professor Quirrell talking about his adventures, trying to make his students respect him.

"Nobody will ever respect him."

For once I couldn't agree more.

~His story is so bad I wish I could go work on history homework.~

They all laughed as the professor continued telling his story while Harry snickered silently. Ron looked like he was falling asleep, while Hermione was taking notes as usual. Hermione looked over at the two boys and sighed.

For awhile nothing happened in the school, then there was the first flying lessons. Harry was excited more than he was for every other class. He'd always loved flying, and Frisk used to talk about how fun it was. Even if she didn't play Quidditch, she loved watching the sport...possibly because it's extremely violent.

Standing outside on the lawn on this beautiful day were the first year Griffindore and Slytherin, though there were not many. Harry stared down at the broom beside him, remembering a warning Frisk had told him about them. They weren't that dangerous, but some were said to vere to the side or vibrate. Nothing life threatening unless you took off to quickly or something.

"Good afternoon, class," said Madam Hooch as she walked down the area between the Griffindores and Slytherins. Everybody said "good afternoon" in response. "Today will be your first flying class. Well, what are you waiting for? Everybody step up to the left side of your broom. Stick your right hand over your broom- come on everybody, hurry it up. We don't have all day- and say 'up!'"

Harry looked down at the broom and held his hand out. The broom shot up immediately, earning a disbelieving look from Hermione. He looked around at the others, who were yelling at their broom. "Up!" "Up!" It didn't seem to be working well for most of them. As Harry struggled to keep the broom from moving, he smiled at himself.

~Wow.~

Well that's just greeeaaatttt. You're a natural.

Dork Lord's voice was filled with...I think the word (words) would be shocked sarcasm. Hermione seemed to be getting annoyed by the fact that she had no control over the broom. Every began laughing as the broom shot up and hitting Ron in the face.

"Now, once you get hold of the broom, I want you to mount it."

Harry was getting more excited than ever as he scrambled to sit on it.

"Grip it tight! Don't want to slide off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off the ground, hard."

"Is that a good idea? I mean, there are people facing each other. If they kick off at the same time, they'll all hit each other."

Now wouldn't that be fun.

"Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly, then touch back down."

"Oh, okay. That makes more sense."

"On my whistle, three, two, one-"

Neville, not wanting to be left behind, kicked off just before the whistle. I guess, perhaps, he was either very bad at flying or he got one of those weird brooms with a flaw in it. He hovered higher and higher as everybody watched.

"M-M-Mr.- Mr. Longbottom!"

Everybody watched as Neville's broom flew through the air towards the castle as if with a mind of its own. Harry and many others called after and Madam Hooch demanded he land immediately. He flew towards the others in a spiral before shooting straight up the side of the castle and getting his shirt caught on a statue high in the air.

His broom disappeared into the air, free and forgotten as Neville's shirt ripped and he fell. As he fell, he nearly got caught again on an old lamp, but did not. Perhaps it was reflex, but Harry whipped out his wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Neville slowed slightly until he was a few feet from the ground before the charm "broke" or whatever the word is. He fell to the ground, making the mistake of trying to catch himself. Madam Hooch hurried through the crowd to where he laid on the grass. They could all hear Neville's whimpering as Madam Hooch began helping along, presumably to the hospital wing.

Harry was already hiding his wand, realizing that nobody seemed to have noticed what he'd done. Strange...

You're welcome.

~Oh, that was you? Thanks...for, um, saving Neville.~

Harry watched as Neville disappeared into the castle.

"Did you see his face?" Draco said, dragging everybody's attention to him. Everybody circled around him as he spoke. Like a true politician, must've gotten it from his dad. He held Neville's new remembrall as he spoke. "If the fat lump would've given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to land on his fat arse instead."

"Give it here Malfoy." Harry stepped into the circle, his face blank but his voice filled with anger. Draco turned to him.

"No. I think I'll leave it for Longbottom to find." Draco grinned and mounted his broom. He took off, forgetting the warning that Madam Hooch had given to them. Anybody caught in the air would be suspended.

Harry followed, not caring. Hermione called after him to stop. Harry probably wouldn't last long on the broom, in my opinion, seeing as it's the first time on one. He did pretty well though.

"Drop it Malfoy!" Harry said as he charged at him. Draco just flew underneath him.

"Have it your way then." He smirked, then through the remembrall towards the castle. Keep in mind that (I'm pretty sure) the remembrall is made of glass. Luckily, Harry was able to fly faster than it, even on his old, worn out broom. He caught it just before it hit a window then landed gently on the ground to where everybody was cheering for him. Though, just as he did, Professor McGonagall came out, calling his name.

"Mr. Potter! Follow me."

Harry's smile disappeared as he looked around at his friends before following the professor inside.

Hermione leaned over to Ron as he disappeared from view. "He's dead meat."

I hope this makes up for not updating earlier. Have an awesome day! I hope it's alright that this is only about flying class...I always liked the part with the remembrall.