𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 || Harry J. Potter [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6 ✎

"Aresto Momentum!"
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Harry's POV

Flying lessons would be starting on
Thursday, Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together. "Typical" I said darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy!!"

I had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else. "You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself." said Jillianna reasonably.

"Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk!" Ron rolled his eyes.

Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.

He wasn't the only one, though, the way Seamus Finnigan told it, he'd spent most of his childhood zooming around the countryside on his broomstick.

Even Ron would tell anyone who'd listen about the time he'd almost hit a hang glider on Charlie's old broom.

Everyone from wizarding families talked about Quidditch constantly. Neville and Jilly had never been on a broomstick in their life, Neville because his grandmother had never let him near one, I felt she'd had good reason to, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.

Jilly on the other hand lived next to Hermione, in a muggle neighbourhood, so she couldn't fly a broomstick there.

Talking about Hermione, she was almost as nervous about flying as Neville was. This was something you couldn't learn by heart out of a book, not that she hadn't tried. Jilly wasn't nervous.

At breakfast on Thursday, she bored us all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called 'Quidditch Through the Ages'.

Everyone besides Neville who was listening very intently, was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.

I hadn't had a single letter since Hagrid's note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoy's eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table.

A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.

"It's a Remembrall!" He explained. "Gran knows I forget things, this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red, oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed red.

"You've forgotten something..." Hermione said. Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Ron, Jilly and I instantly jumped to our feet. I was half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.

"What's going on?" She sternly asked.

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
　　
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. "Just looking." He said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.