Path of the Chosen Ones: Year 1

Chapter 6: Prophecy

A/N: Hey guys! 
Been a long time since i wrote anything i am very sorry about that but my mind just wont allow word to form and i've made like 4 versions and scrapped em all but i've finally settled on this. Im hoping to at least get one chapter per month. 

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"Good afternoon, class!" announced the stern, silver haired women in her plain black flying robes. This was to be their Flying Instructor then, already looking down at the school-issued broom. Vlad was already considering the options to drag himself away from attempting to fly.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." the overly excited first years droned back with the minor exception of Vlad who was still in his panic bubble.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for?" The class stare blankly at her in confusion. "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!" The broom snapped up to her hand within a instant.

Standing over the broom vlad anxiously extended his hand out. "Up!" The broom flew straight into his hand, the force of it doing so making him a little unstable on his feet but soon got his balance back. Looking around he noticed him, Harry and Draco were the only ones who have managed to summon the broomstick so far. Hermione seemed to be struggling, her broom was flapping about on the floor and she was quickly getting frustrated. 

A sudden cry of pain behind him made him turn to find Rons broom had shot straight up, between his legs, hitting a rather delicate part of his body. He found it rather amusing but bit the inside of his cheek to stop the smile showing. He really shouldn't be finding peoples pain amusing, even if it was ron.

"Oh stop complaining Mr Weasley. Now! Climb onto your broom sticks and push off from the ground hard. But wait for my signal- Mr Longbottom!" 

Vlad could only watch in horror as his dormmate Neville started to rapidly take off and start to twist and turn in the sky uncontrollably. A glint caught his attention as something shiney seemed to have dropped from his pocket. 

"WATCH OUT!" 

Look back up he had barely a second to jump out of the way of Neville's broom, the rough wood skimmed his shoulder and crashed straight into the castle wall, the boy fell straight from it landing on the floor with a wincing thud. 

"Out of the way!" Hooch went straight to her knees next to the mangled pile of limbs on the floor. "Oh dear, now now, right lets get you straight to the hospital wing dear." She helped him up and returned a stern look to the rest of the class. "If i see one broom flying around before i come back, you'll find your self out of this school before you can say quidditch!" 

"Oh look, Longbottom dropped his rememberable." Goyle smirked at the retreating shadow of the limping boy.

"Give it here Goyle!" Harry shouted over Vlads shoulder, slowly moving towards him. They shared a glance before both returned a fierce glare at Goyle. The other students cleared a area around them but huddled near by to watch.

"Want it so bad Potter? Why don't you come get it!" With that Goyle jumped from the floor and raced into the sky, coming to a halt mid air, juggling the spherical glass ball in his hands tauntingly. 

"Harry no, you don't even know how to fly!" Hermione protested grabbing his arm, but soon found her grip snap free and he took off.

Vlad watched closely Harry fly straight at Goyle trying to grab hold on the rememberable but Goyle had obviously flew before as he quickly dodge his attack and flew straight towers the main tower of the castle. He looked back to see Harry fast on his tail, no options left, he smirked as he threw the glass sphere at the brick wall hoping to see it smash. But Harry had managed to catch it in a firm grasp, narrowly avoiding smashing straight into one of the many windows. Victorious he flew straight back to his classmates with a grin on his face.