The Son of a Mikaelson

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟟

"Do we have to do this?" Hermione whined, walking stiffly next to Susan, she hated heights, which logically meant she was terrified of flying. "Yes Mia, It'll be ok, we'll be right here with you, everything will be just fine" Draco assured her. "Remind me after this to write a letter home to auntie amy and Uncle luc about the state of these brooms" Neville said, Eyeing the brooms warily, the group of 8 each stood next to a broom, they were all near each other, harry nearly cheered as a shy girl named Padma stood next to him, blocking Ron from Standing there. Madam Hooch walked down the line, her yellow Hawk like eyes peering at each of them, "Good afternoon, class." Madam Hooch greeted, "Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." The class returned. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? 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."" Madam Hooch instructed. "Up" Harry's, Draco's, Blaise's, Theo's and Neville's flew into their hands first try, Susan and Daphne got it on their second try, "have you ever ridden a horse Mia? " Blaise asked, being the closest to her, "what? Yes, I have" Hermione Said, confused by the sudden question about horses. "Ok, what do they tell you about horses when you first start ridding them" Blaise continued, "to... To not show fear, the horses can sense it, you have to command them with confidence" Hermione said, her eyes widening as she realized what Blaise was getting at, "yes, now I know your scared Mia, but you can do this" Blaise encouraged.

Hermione took a deep breath, "Up!" She said confidently, her eyes widening as the broom shot into her hand, she smiled brightly, "thank you" she said excitedly. "Up. Up!" Ron demanded, getting annoyed as it just rolled on the floor next to him, "With feeling!" madam hooch instructed as she walked back and forth the line, "Up!!" Ron yelled, the broom shot up, hitting him in the nose, The rest of the class burst into laughter, his face turned bright red out of embarrassment and anger. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. 3, 2..." Madam hooch was about to blow her whistle when Padma and Hannah's Brooms began lifting them up in the air, the pair looked frightened and confused as the brooms ignored their commands "Ms.Patil, Ms.Abbot! " Madam Hooch yelled, "Padma!" parvarti yelled, scared for her sister, "Hannah!" Susan yelled, concerned for her fellow housemate and Roommate. "Misses Patil! Abbott!" Madam hooch yelled again, "Down! Down! Ahhhh!" Padma shrieked as her broom began flying sporadically, "Help!!!" Hannah yelled, her broom skyrocketing, "Come back down this instant!" Madam Hooch demanded, "they would if they could!" Susan snapped, seeing as madam hooch wasn't going to do anything, Harry, Susan, Neville and Draco soared up on their brooms, ignoring Madam Hooch's Demands to come down.

"Susan, Draco! You both take Hannah, me and Neville will get Padma" Harry directed, the others nodded, splitting off, Draco and Susan shot upwards, chasing after Hannah's Wayward Broom, they duck and dodged gargoyles, walls and arches as they caught up to the elusive Broom and it's terrified rider. "Susan we need to knock her off that broom" Draco said, If they tried intercepting it, there was a good chance they would end up hurt as well, Susan nodded, she shot up above Hannah's broom, looking down at her from above, she aimed her wand, whispering "Aresto Motom" she cast, the broom stop, Hannah's brief relief was short lived as she began to plummet, thankfully her plummet was very short lived as Draco was right below her, catching her before she could build speed. "It's ok Hannah, let's get you to the ground" Draco soothed, allowing the girl to hold onto him with a death grip.

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Harry and Neville split off from Draco and Susan "we won't be able to catch her like this, the brooms too unpredictable" Neville said, the both of them following close being the broom "bubble charm?" Harry suggested, if they surrounded Padma in a bubble, it would give them both a split second to grab her. "Alright" Neville nodded, Harry cast the charm, Neville zoomed forward, grabbing her and pulling her onto his broom, her ring slipped off her finger, beginning a fast decent down, Harry chased after it, getting closer and closer to the ground, his blood was pumping, his magic was tingly, he felt alive, like he always did when he flew. He grabbed the ring, pulling up at the last second, the others made their way down as well "I believe this is yours my lady" Harry said in a posh tone, bowing low as he held up padma's ring, "thank you" Padma said, still shaken but happy and Grateful to be ok, Parvarti slammed into her, wrapping her into a right hug. "Harry Potter! Draco Malfoy! Susan Bones! Neville Longbottom!" McGonagall called, stopping the class in its tracks to celebrating, "follow me" she said, turning, the four shared a confused look before following her, She sent off three letters with a tap of her wand before stopping in front of the D.A.D.A Classroom.

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood and Flint for a moment, please?" McGonagall Requested, the siblings were even more confused now, "Oh, y-yes, of ccourse" Quirrell agreed with a stutter, Flint and Wood walked out of the class. "Follow me" she said, leading the group to her office where Severus, Sprout, Flitwick, Davies and Diggory were waiting, "what is it Minerva?" Sprout asked, Confused, "I saw from my window as these four, saved two of their fellow classmates, the flying they did was nothing short of astounding, Mr.Potter especially performed a perfect Wronski Feint to receive a ring for one of the classmates. I believe those talents should be put to good use, As such I'm requesting they join the quidditch teams, I suggest mr.Potter becomes a seeker, however you captains may pick the positions" Minerva explained. "But what about the rule? " Flitwick asked, "if the broom were given to our captains" Harry began, "then by all accounts, our captains would have spare brooms" Susan continued, "Of course, their such good captains, they'd allow us to borrow them" Neville nodded in agreement, "thus, we technically don't own our own brooms, we just borrow someone else's" Draco finished. Severus had to hide a smile, his kid, niece and nephews made him so proud at times, "I believe you have your answer Filius" Minerva said.

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Until next time my pups

• Mischief Managed•