(A Harry Potter Female Reader insert)
(Y/N) (L/N) is the Child of Hogwarts, a role model to students from the youngest of ages. She then earns her way to Hogwarts through her hard work. But little did she know of all the adventures(and dangers) that...
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So this chapter is all centered around poor Neville and his Remembrall. Enjoy!
(Y/N)
While we were eating in the Great Hall, the mail came.
"Look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" someone exclaimed. I turned and saw the glass orb in Neville Longbottom's hand.
"I've read about those. The smoke turns red when you've forgotten something." Right as it was said, the smoke turned a red color.
"Only problem is: I can't remember what I've forgotten."
It was then time for Flying Class.
Bad luck hit poor Neville once again as he was struck with fear and hit the ground hard when taking off. He didn't know how to fly and then broke his arm with the fall. I wish I could've saved him...
"Broken wrist. Come on, dear. Up you get," Aunt Rolanda began. "Everyone's to keep their feet 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'."
"Did you see his face? Perhaps if the great lump had given this a squeeze, he would've remembered to fall on his fat arse," Malfoy said in a mocking tone.
"Give it here, Malfoy."
"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about on the roof?"
"Mister Malfoy!" I yell right as he takes off. He turns around and stares at me.
"Why do you want to have that Remembrall? If you're so great you wouldn't even need to associate with it, because don't great people have great memory? And last time I checked, stealing was wrong and the teacher said not to leave the ground."
"Than why doesn't Miss Perfect here come up and get it? You're the teacher's favorite so surely there wouldn't be any consequences." He was teasing me. I could tell.
"Fine. I'll join you in the sky," I said. "And get Mister Longbottom his Remembrall back." I then mounted my broom and kicked off. I heard some more commotion from the ground. Harry was apparently reaching for his broom.
"Harry no way!" Hermione scolded. "You know what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly!"
Harry took off anyway.
"What an idiot."
Harry flew up higher into the sky to join me in the air. Malfoy then wore his sly Slytherin smirk once more.
"Look! Little Miss Perfect and Potter-"
"Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom!"
"Is that so?"
We then zoom around, me swirling and trying to get the Remembrall back while Harry was trying to knock Malfoy off his broom, following through with his threat, which I personally thought was dangerous but whatever works, right?
"Have it your way then." He then threw the Remembrall as hard as he could. Gasps were heard from below.
"NO!" I yelled. I zoomed right after it, Harry somewhat behind me as he was stopping Malfoy from stopping me. I just barely caught it. I sure hope Aunt Minerva didn't see that as it was right outside her office window.
As I descended back to the ground with Harry, the Gryffindors cheered. But then...
"POTTER! (L/N)!" Harry and I froze and then spun around to face Aunt Minerva. As we leave, I look back to see Malfoy grinning evilly. Oh what I'd give to curse that boy...
"Chin up, Potter. They might let you stay on as Hagrid's assistant!" Malfoy yelled. He then turned to me and just smirked, then gave me a thumbs-up, as if I did a good job getting myself expelled or something. I rolled my eyes and walked away faster.
"Aunt Minerva, could I please deliver this Remembrall back to it's owner? He's currently in the Hospital Wing."
She just ignored me.
"Quidditch..." I muttered under my breath. Harry looked at me, eyes full of sadness. Neither of us knew what would happen next... and how soon we'll be kicked out of the castle... I have nowhere to go... what would happen to me? Harry probably has a home...
"Excuse me, Professor Quirrell, could I borrow Wood for a moment?" she asked. Oliver Wood then came out of the classroom. "Wood, I think I've found you a Seeker and a Chaser."
"Really?"
He then circled around us, observing us.
"He does seem to be the right build for a Seeker... but she doesn't seem fit to be a Chaser..."
"It's actually the other way around, Wood."
"Oh. Okay... they could both fit their roles that way..."
"Excuse me but could someone please tell me what is happening here?" I asked. Harry nodded in agreement.
"You're now the youngest Seeker in a century, (L/N). And you Potter, you're the youngest Chaser in a century.
"WHAT?!" we asked in unison.
"Welcome to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."
I internally screamed.
Harry looked at me, eyes glimmering with excitement.
I literally screamed.
You are now the Gryffindor Seeker! Proud of yourself yet? Just wait until you play! And you couldn't have done it without Malfoy acting like a jerk. Well, that being said...
