Harry's POV:

That afternoon, outside the castle, the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin were lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides while the teacher, Madam Hooch, came down the line. She had short hair and eyes that resembled hawk eyes, a right yellow color.

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." Everyone said in unison.

"Good afternoon. 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.""

"Up!" The class says at different times.

However, after I said, "Up!" The broom immediately flies into his hand.

"Wow," I mumble to myself in amazement.

I could feel Hermione staring at me as the class continued.

"Up!" Draco shouts, and the broomstick flies up. Draco smugly grins.

"Up. Up!" Ron shouts, annoyed. "How did you do it, Harry?"

Hooch answers Rom instead, "With feeling!"

Hermione shouts as her broomstick slowly rises. "Up. Up. Up. Up."

Ron screamed, "Up!!" And his broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. "Ooh!"

I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Shut up, Harry." Ron then seemingly starts to laugh after he recovered, so I didn't feel bad for laughing or bother apologizing.

"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."

The whole class mounts on their broomsticks with ease.

"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..."

She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. He looked quite frightened.

"Oh..."

"Mr. Longbottom." Hooch said in a warning voice.

"Neville, what are you doing?" Some random girl spoke.

"Neville... Neville..."

"We're not supposed to take off yet, loser." Remington laughed as he looked over at Draco. Draco was laughing as well.

As Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably, Hooch tries to run after him. "M-M-M-Mr. Longb-!"

"AHH!" Neville screamed in fear as he flew away.

"Mr. Longbottom!"

"Down! Down! Ahhhh!" Neville shouts in a panic.

"Neville!" I shout as I look up at him.

"Help!!!" He cried as he immediately skyrockets towards the sky.

"Come back down this instant!" Hooch shouted.

"AHH!"

He flies uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him.

"Help!"

"Mr. Longbottom-!"

However, the students quickly stand back as Hooch dives out of the way, allowing Neville to fly right through. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.

"Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!" Neville shouts as he zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it, and he is flipped off the broom and hangs there. "Oh. Ah... help!"

He wavers, then the cloak rips through the spear, and he falls. But his cloak catches on a torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a second later and fall to the ground.

"Ow!"

"Everyone out of the way!" Hooch runs through the group, and they scatter. "Come on, get up."

Hermione mumbles, "Is he alright?"

Hooch helped Neville up, seeing as he broke his wrist after he fell

"Ow, ow, ow, ow."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get."

Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen from him. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.

"Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch."

Madam Hooch leaves the field to take Neville to the hospital wing as Draco snickers.

"Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

He and Remington laugh louder than everyone else in the slytherin house. I walk up to him and put my hand out.

"Give it here, Malfoy."

"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He hops on his broom and soars around the group, then through.
"How about on the roof?" He soars off and hovers several feet above the grounds.
"What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?" He laughed, and his friend, Remington, pushed me lightly. Finally having enough, I get on my broom, but Hermione stops me.

"Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly."

I fly off to face Draco, ignoring her.

"What an idiot." She mutters and rolls her eyes.

I was now in the air, across from Draco.

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Is that so?" I make a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360. "Have it your way, then."

Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, like a baseball. I zoom after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as I was about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working, I catch it.

McGonagall noticed this and looked surprised as I began to fly back down to the grounds. The students all cheer as I land back on the ground at ease. They ran to see me.

"Nice going, Harry!"

"Oh, that was wicked, Harry!"

McGonagall appears on the grounds and looks at us all. "Harry Potter!"

I notice her and frown as every looks at us and whispers.

"Follow me."

I sullenly follow her while Draco and his goons snicker in delight. McGonagall and i arrive outside of Professor Biersack's classroom. He was inside teaching, holding an iguana.

"An iguana such as this is..." Biersack spoke to his students.

"You wait here." McGonagall spoke to me as she went closer to the door.

"...an essential in-gredient."

"Professor Biersack, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?"

"Oh, yes, of course." A boy who McGonagall called Wood gets up to leave, and Biersack continues. "And the vampire bat..." As Wood exits the classroom, an eerie roar is heard. It causes me to look into the room and get a better look at Professor Biersack. He looked really young, but his voice was carried with so much authority.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!"

°•°•°•°

Me and Ron were walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.

"Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well." Sir Nicholas says happily.

"Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..." Ron trailed off to think so I answered for him.

"A century, according to McGonagall."

Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and I.

"Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!" Fred said smiling, although it could have been George. I have no clue how to tell them apart yet.

"Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters." Ron fills me in.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch." The other twin says.

"Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally." The first one speaks again.

They break off from me and Ron as we start to walk across a courtyard.

"But they'll turn up in a month or two!" George quickly says after Fred before we walk away too far.

"Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too!"

Hermione, knowing what Ron and I were talking about, jumps up from her work and comes to join us.

But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" I respond.

"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood." Hermione says with a smirk.

Later, the three of us approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists my father as a Seeker.

"Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too." He spoke as I gazed over at the photo.

"I didn't know..." I say smiling to myself.