What happens when a mysterious woman with purple hair appears in the year 1978 and reads out a series of books called Harry Potter to the young students?
Read this and find out how Hope changed the course of history.
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"Chapter nine, The Midnight Duel."
Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than Dudley, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy. Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday
"Yes!" James cheered.
— and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.
The Gryffindors groaned.
"Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy."
"There's no way you're going to look a fool. You have my genes!"
He 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 Ron reasonably. "Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."
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.
"As if nuggles in helicopters would care for some blond little boy," Sirius scoffed, the leaned towards Lily and whispered, "what's a helicopter?"
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. Ron had already had a big argument with Dean Thomas, who shared their dormitory, about soccer. Ron couldn't see what was exciting about a game with only one ball where no one was allowed to fly.
"Well, it is quite an interesting game," Remus reasoned.
"What's interesting about kicking some ball on the ground?" James asked incredulously.
"What's interesting about throwing some ball around in the air?" Elke retorted, but then blushed when everyone's attention turned to her. She loved football, she wouldn't tolerate anyone disrespecting the game.
Harry had caught Ron prodding Dean's poster of West Ham soccer team, trying to make the players move.
Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground.
Alice and Frank blushed. They were both quite clumsy and it seemed that their clumsiness had doubled in Neville.
Hermione Granger 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. At breakfast on Thursday she bored them all stupid with flying tips she'd gotten out of a library book called Quidditch Through the Ages. Neville was hanging on to her every word, desperate for anything that might help him hang on to his broomstick later, but everybody else was very pleased when Hermione's lecture was interrupted by the arrival of the mail.
