Redo - Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen

So about rewriting...Yeah, that's not going happen, I know I said I would but I'm losing motivation. I just really wanted to continue this story, and I hope you don't mind the plot hole that is Rio. He's a magical jararaca that can live in cold places. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't mind that it's a little fast paced. I'm a little rusty on writing...

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Xira was good company; Harry couldn't lie. She wasn't as chatty as he'd thought; she was intelligent and reasonably funny. But, she was alone like him; Harry knew he was the reason. Sometimes he wondered if she'd finally go, but she seemed fixed on staying.

The one thing about her that got on his nerves was her constant prying; she wanted to know about him. At first, yes, they remained on rocky ground. Xira treated Harry like an acquaintance, and he was okay with that. She was a pleasant acquaintance, but then without him realizing it, they became friends.

Maybe it was because she was lonely, but they became almost inseparable. Harry didn't know much about her. For all her talking, she didn't share much of her personal life. He felt maybe she did that on purpose to get under his skin; well, it worked.

Harry felt like he was playing some kind of game with her. Who could find out more about the other person? So far, they were tied. When one of them let something slip, it didn't take long for the other person to do the same.

Harry knew he shouldn't be trying to figure her out. He had so many other things that should be more important. There was nothing for him to do though, Xira was something fresh. Harry couldn't help but feel bored as the classes passed, everything he'd done before; learned before.

And just like before, they were back to the first flying class. Madam Hooch had arrived with her short grey hair and eyes yellow as a hawk. As Harry expected, his broom flew to his hand as soon as he ordered it to. Xira was struggling quite a bit, and Harry smirked at her.

She scowled back and stuck her tongue out at him. Harry just broke into a grin enjoying the antics. Eventually, she did get the broom into her hand, looking very pleased with herself.

"See! You're not that special." She said confidently, and he rolled his eyes, choosing not to comment on her thirty other tries. Once everyone had their brooms in hand, Madame Hooch showed everyone how to mount without sliding off.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard." She said, looking at each of the students. Most gave her a nod in understanding.

"Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. Then, on my whistle, take off – three – two –" Neville interrupted her countdown by pushing off too early. He'd been obviously nervous and must have accidentally pushed off.

"Come back, boy!" Shouted Madame Hooch, an alarmed look on her face. Harry watched as Neville continued to rise higher and higher; he looked understandably terrified. Harry spared a glance to Xira, noting that she somehow looked even more fearful than Neville.

Harry watched as the boy finally lost his grip and fell with a nasty crack, the broom just casually floating off. Neville lay face down on the grass; Madame Hooch was bent over him.

"Broken arm." She muttered while shaking her head. She picked the boy up gently, Neville shaking as he stood. Xira was clearly relieved; still, she watched.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are, or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear." She led the tear-stricken Neville away. As soon as they were far enough away, Malfoy started laughing.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" A few Slytherins joined in, laughing as he did. But the Gryffindor's did not find it funny whatsoever.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Snapped the girl Harry knew to be Parvati Patil.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Taunted Pansy Parkinson, Harry expected nothing more from her. She was a nasty girl.

"Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati." Pansy sneered at her, and Harry couldn't help but see she looked a tad bit embarrassed.

"Look!" Shouted Malfoy, grabbing the attention of the students. He darted to something and grabbed something off the grass.

"It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Malfoy grinned mischievously, the Remembrall glittered in the sun. Harry wasn't going to say anything this time. He already had enough on his plate.

But in the corner of his eye, he saw Xira taking a step forward. He turned to his right and gave her a warning look. Xira ignored him, her eyes were a stormy blue, and her jaw was clenched. Harry had a feeling he couldn't do anything but watch.

"You give that here, Malfoy!" She demanded, her eyes flashing dangerously. Malfoy just laughed, probably not thinking her a threat. However, Xira could be horribly scary when she wanted to be; she shouldn't be underestimated.

"And what are you going to do?" Malfoy drawled an annoying smirk on his face. Xira acted immediately; she went up to him and tried to snatch the Remembrall out of his hands. Malfoy lept away, hopping on his broomstick and taking off.

"What are you going to do now?" Malfoy asked from his safe position in the sky. Harry knew Xira was mildly afraid of heights, but she also couldn't stand being bested. So she thought for a moment before she turned to Harry.

"You're good at flying!" She said, looking suspiciously excited. Harry narrowed his eyes at her, already having a feeling she was going to ask him something.

"Go up there and get that thing from him." She said, not even asking.

"No," Harry said finally; he wasn't going to get involved with this. Xira glared at him before changing her approach.

"Please, Harry! You owe me anyway; I'm just asking you to do this one thing." Her pleading was getting to him. And he couldn't help but feel he did owe her; she did befriend him even though it caused her isolation. Harry sighed, grabbed his broom, and mounted the thing.

She smiled at him, her eyes glittering happily. Harry couldn't help the good feeling he got when she smiled like that. He took off toward Malfoy; it felt so good to be in the skies again. He faced Malfoy midair, and the boy looked stunned.

"Give it here," Harry asked tiredly, not really having the energy to deal with him. Malfoy seemed to collect himself, giving Harry a snotty look.

"What are you supposed to be? Her bodyguard?" He scoffed, tossing the ball between his hands.

"No, I'm her friend, though I don't expect you to understand what that is." Malfoy looked awfully angry at his comment, probably cause the bloke knew it was true. He gave Harry a nasty little grin before he tossed the glass ball in the air.

"Catch it if you can." He called behind him as he headed for the ground. Harry raced to catch the ball, the wind rushing past his ears. Harry was almost there; people were screaming from down below. Just before it hit the ground, he caught it. He toppled to the ground with it safely in his arms.

"HARRY POTTER!" screeched a familiar voice, ruining his feeling of triumph. McGonagall was trotting straight for him. Unlike last time he couldn't trust he would get a free pass; he could get expelled. Why would McGonagall want him to stay? He wondered if this was the last time he'd see Hogwarts.