Dylan Potter; the not so famous cousin.

Quidditch

"On the count of three, put your right hand over your broom and say up!" intructs Madame Hooch.

I do as she says but the broom just wiggles a little, as if it's mocking me.

I look up at Harry to see that he's done it. "Show off!" I say. Harry sniggers.

"Up!" I yell. This time it does a half cartwheel thing then lays still again.

"BROOM JUST COME UP HERE!" I order. It does. "Awesome."

After a couple more minutes the brooms are in everybody's hands. 

"Okay, now I want everyone to mount their broom, then kick off of the ground, hover for a few seconds, then point the nose of the broom down and plant their feet back on the ground" Madame Hooch says. "One, two..." She's interupted by Neville who has shot up 5 feet off the ground.

"Longbottom get back down here!"

But it's like Neville's broom is posessed. The class watch him as he bounces off the castle walls. That's when I decide to do something rather stupid. I kick off the ground just as Neville's robes get snagged on a statue 15 metres above the ground.

"Dylan no!" Madame Hooch and Hermione say together. But I push forward towards Neville. His robes rip, I speed up. Stupid slow school broom. I make it to him just as he starts to fall and I grab him by the collar of his robes which unbalances me but somehow I manage to stay upright on my broom. I lower us toward the ground but of course Neville has to ruin my save by landing awkwardly and twisting his ankle. Neville cries out and Madame Hooch rushes over to us.

"Dylan! That was incredibly dangerous of you!" she says sternly. " I will have to speak to your head of house but of course the fact that you saved Neville from a serious injury may help your case."

I nod, probably looking like a weirdo because I can feel the look on my face and I know it isn't pretty.

"You all wait here while I take Mr Longbottom up to the hospital wing. No funny business or I'll have you out of Hogwarts faster then you can say Quidditch".

Madame Hooch and Neville awkwardly start walking towards the castle. I stare after them for a while.

"Give it back Malfoy!" I hear a yell from behind me.

I spin around to see Harry And Malfoy in a stand off. Malfoy suddenly hops onto his broom and starts to fly away.

"No, I think I'll leave this somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about a roof?!" Malfoy says maliciously.

I groan in frustration as Harry flys after Malfoy. This is not going to end well. But amazingly, Harry catches whatever Malfoy was taunting him with and throws his fist up in the air in triumph. Harry lands next to the group of us and we go to congratulate him, only to be interrupted by a teachers angry voice.

"Potter! Come with me" we turn to see a livid Professor McGonagall.

Harry slumps his shoulder as walks towards her. Professor McGonagall then looks at me.  "You too Miss Potter."

I gape at her but follow Harry. 

We walk through the halls in silence, Harry and I giving eachother nervous glances every once in a while. Finally we come to a halt infront of a classroom.

"Wait here you two" Proffesfor McGonagall intructs.

Harry and I do as we are told, she's a very scary lady.

Proffessor McGonagall comes back, followed by a sturdy guy who I think is called Oliver. 

"This is Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain" Proffessor McGonnagal smiles at us. Oliver nods at both Harry and I.

"Wood, I've found you two new members of the Quidditch team! A Seeker and a Chaser!"

Harry and I both stare at Proffessor McGonnagal in amazement.

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"Harry can you imagine the look on Malfoy's face when he finds out the news!" Ron exclaims. I ignore the fact that he didn't mention me.

"You must be the first first year on the team in a-" he starts but I interrupt by finishing his sentence, "century I know."

"I wasn't talking to you" Ron says childishly. Harry rolls his eyes.

"Dylan! Harry! Come look what I found!" Hermione exclaims from accross the courtyard.

We run towards her followed by a grumpy Ron. We arrive at what looks like a trophy cabinet.

"Look!" Hermione points at a team plaque. I notice it has two Potter's written on it, both were Chasers.

"Dylan our dads were both Chasers!" Harry beams. I smile widely, mum never told me this.

"I wonder if dad was any good" I say.

Hermione looks at me with sympathy in her eyes. "He would have been. Same as yours Harry. Looks like Quidditch skills run in the family."

Harry and I both smile widely then look at eachother. "Definitely" we say in synchronization.