Y/N and Hermione arrived at Flying class to see Madam Hooch laying out brooms in two rows facing each other.

They approached to hear Ron and Harry talking. Draco was sneering at the two boys.

"I don't understand why they put us with the snakes" Ron whined to Harry.

Y/N walked up next to Harry with Hermione still on his arm and shot Draco a death glare. Draco looked down quickly, before turning to dumb and dumber.

"Ravenclaw have big brains and Hufflepuff have big hearts" Y/N said calmly, not taking his eyes off the three Slytherins.

The two boys looked at Y/N confused. Ron muttered: "So"

Y/N smirked.

"So we're the only ones with big enough balls to stand up to them".

The boys laughed as Hermione slapped Y/N's arm. He joined in the chuckle, adding: "Sorry 'Mione"

Madam Hooch called out to the students:

"Good afternoon boys and girls. Please line up next to a broom". The students all did- Gryffindor on one side and Slytherin on the other. Neville stood to the left of Y/N while Hermione stood to his right.

"Alright when I tell you to I want you to hold out your hand and say "Up!" with a big clear voice. Only when I tell you to- but first..."

Hooch made direct eye contact with Y/N.

"Mr. L/N, your reputation precedes you. Go first if you will."

Y/N smirked and held out his hand out. Without uttering a word or breaking eye contact from Hooch the broom flew up at speed into his hand.

"Non-verbal Magic. Impressive Mr. L/N. Very impressive. Take 20 points for Gryffindor." Hooch smiled. The other Gryffindors cheered as the Slytherins moaned.

"Now everyone else go" Hooch ordered.

Harry's broom flew up on the first try, Draco's the second. Y/N looked to his right and saw Hermione having trouble, no matter how much she commanded the broom to rise it would only roll on the ground.

Y/N dropped his broom and stood behind her, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other delicately on her hand.

"Spread your fingers a little, relax the tension in your hand a little, and imagine yourself dominating the broom, 'Mione, bend it to your will, firmly command it".

Hermione had lit up like a tomato, but she did as Y/N suggested, and with one firm "Up!" the broom was in her hand. Before she could thank him Y/N had moved and she heard him speaking:

"No Nev hold your arm out or.... the broom's going to hit you in the face... good try Nev!"

Y/N stood in his place again as Hooch spoke again:

"Alright everyone mount your broom"

The class did so and Hooch walked around inspecting everyone's technique. Y/N laughed loudly when she told Draco his grip was wrong. Hooch then spoke loudly to the class again:

"When I tell you to, kick up gently. Do so, then touch back down"

The class did so, and Hermione made a small squeaking noise. Y/N smoothly glid sideways, allowed her to lean against him as they lowered together to the ground. Y/N opened his mouth to offer her some praise when his attention was drawn to a loud cry of "Help! Help!" and "Mr. Longbottom!"

Y/N turned to see Neville flying off at high speed, he started to rise after him as Hooch yelled "No L/N!"

"Damn it!" Y/N roared, lowering to the ground. The other students looked at Neville frightened as he smashed into a wall and fell off his broom. His fall was temporarily halted as his cloak got caught on a sconce before it tore and he plummeting towards the ground. Y/N pulled his wand and pointed it towards a fast falling Neville. He bellowed:

Arresto Momentum

The spell slowed his descent at the last moment, unfortunately not stopping him entirely. He hit the ground with a thud.

The rotund boy whimpered as Madam Hooch leant down with him, speaking to him tenderly:

"Let see oh oh yes that's a sprained wrist I'd say. Would have been much worse if not for Mr. L/N here. That was quick thinking and an outstanding piece of advanced magic Y/N. Take another 20 points. Now the rest of you- I'm taking Mr Longbottom to the infirmary. If anyone leaves the ground they'll find themselves on the way home faster than they can say quidditch."

The instructor walked off, supporting Neville. Hermione ran up and hugged Y/N tightly.

"Y/N that was incredible. You might have saved Neville's life".

"Thanks 'Mione I-"

Y/N's reply was cut off as an argument broke out between Harry and Draco.

"Well come and get it Potter, or is it out of your reach?"

Draco flew higher as Harry rose up after him. Y/N sighed and held his hand out, a broom flying into it as Hermione gasped:

"Y/N no"

He looked at his best friend regretfully:

"I can't leave Harry alone 'Mione. It's his first time on a broom"

Hermione looked at Y/N with an expression of resignation and nodded, Y/N then rising up and flying up next to Harry.

"Give it here Malfuck!"

Y/N spat at the Slytherin with venom. The blonde haired boy stuttered and stammered seeing Y/N, before Harry flew up towards him, Draco fleeing at the same time.

"Fuck sake!" Y/N growled, chasing off after the pair of them. He leant down into his broom, gaining speed as he quickly passed Harry and gained on the blonde haired idiot. Draco panicked more, throwing something as hard as he could towards the castle. Y/N sped passed, giving Draco a hard kick on the way, nearly sending the blonde plummeting off his broom.

Y/N gained on the object quickly, catching it before he loop de looped inches from the window, instantly halting his momentum. He smirked as he looked at the Remembrall in his hand and yelled:

"Harry catch!"

He threw the spherical object as Harry darted about 50 foot to his left, catching it inches from the ground.

It only occurred to Y/N later that evening that it defeated the purpose of chasing it in the first place.

The two boys landed and were instantly mobbed by excited classmates before they heard a voice behind them-

"Mr L/N! Mr Potter!"

Y/N looked down and muttered a single word:

"Fuck!"

It was McGonagall. She rushed over as the two boys turned to face her:

"Mr L/N what were you thinking you could have broken your neck, and Mr Potter that was a great catch but you... Never in all my years. Come with me immediately."

She walked off and the two boys followed her. Y/N quickly glanced into her mind and she was... ecstatic? That was... unexpected.

As he walked Y/N turned to see Hermione was beside herself as another Gryffindor girl, Lavender Brown, comforted her. Y/N send her a quick message:

Don't cry Hermione, for some reason McGonagall is really happy. I'll catch you up soon.

Hermione looked up at Y/N and smiled through her tears.

Y/N then looked over to see Draco snickering to his cronies. Y/N stopped and narrowed his eyes.

Pansy Parkinson shrieked as Draco vomited all over her, the rest of the class reacting with either disgust or raucous laughter. Y/N smirked as he heard another loud yell:

"Mr. L/N!"

"Coming Professor" Y/N replied as he turned and caught up with McGonagall and Harry.

-~-

The two boys followed McGonagall to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom as McGonagall knocked on the door and asked Quirrell if she could borrow Wood.

Y/N looked over to Harry and noticed he was white as a ghost. He quickly entered Harry's mind.

Don't react Harry, but we aren't in trouble. Just keep calm.

Harry looked over at Y/N completely confused but nodded.

A student came out from the classroom with a puzzled look on his face. He stood about 5'10", so roughly four inches taller than Y/N but about the same bulk. He towered over the small frail Harry.

"Oliver Wood" McGonagall gleamed with excitement:

"This is Y/N L/N and Harry Potter. I've found you a seeker and a chaser".

"Really Professor?" Wood asks puzzled. "He's a bit solid for a chaser, maybe a beater but we have two already"

"No" McGonagall giggled excitedly.

"L/N is your new seeker. I saw him fly after a rememberall, close in on it in seconds and slam on his breaks, loop and stop from hitting the window in a matter of inches. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done that, and that is saying something"

Wood looked at Y/N impressed as the Professor continues to gush:

"He then threw the rememberall and Potter caught it perfectly 50 yards out"

Wood smirked.

"Huh. Very good. Welcome to the Gryffindor quidditch team lads. I'll see you bright and early Sunday morning for training".

Y/N spoke up suddenly:

"Professor McGonagall, can I get my brother to send my Nimbus 2000 from home?"

"You have a Nimbus 2000?" Wood asked excitedly: "That's fantastic. That will help even more"

McGonagall smiled.

"I'll have to talk to the Headmaster about the no brooms for first year rule, but I'm sure I can sort it out L/N"

She then giggled and clapped her hands. Y/N couldn't help but smile, seeing this side, this giddiness, out of the usually stoic and reserved professor.

The two boys said their goodbyes and headed back towards the training grounds, hoping to catch up with Ron and Hermione. Harry asked as they walked:

"Y/N, how did I hear your voice in my head?"

Y/N chuckled to his friend.

"I'm a Legilimens Harry"

"A what?" Harry asked with a clueless expression.

Y/N chuckled again.

"Think of it as a mind reader. It's a powerful magical skill but not one that is common or can be learnt. I'm lucky though as it runs in my family. Both my brothers are legilimens. My Dad was as well".

Y/N finished with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

Harry understood, having had his parents murdered at a young age as well, and he smiled sympathetically.

"That's really cool Y/N. So you can read my mind, like right now?"

Y/N smiled.

"I can, but I'm not. I only use it if I have to Harry, and you looked like you were gonna pass out so I wanted to reassure you".

Harry smiled widely.

"Thanks Y/N. You're a good friend".

"You too Harry, but just keep it to yourself ok? That way if I have to use it around here I can. Stealthily"

Y/N winked at Harry who laughed: "No problem Y/N"

The pair reached a courtyard where Ron and Hermione were walking through having finished flying class. Hermione caught sight of Y/N and rushed him, almost barreling the boy over in a bear hug. She whimpered:

"Please tell me you're not expelled."

Y/N hugged her back and tenderly rubbed her back, whispering:

"No, I told you not to worry"

"Then what, detention?" Ron asked.

"No better" Harry grinned.

The two were looking at Y/N and Harry puzzled, Harry nodded to Y/N who said quietly:

"You are looking at the new Gryffindor Seeker and Chaser"

Hermione's mouth dropped open. Ron stammered: "B..b..but first years never make the house team"

"Yeah we're the youngest in a century" Harry said proudly before it turned to a look of panic.

"What if I make a fool of myself?"

Hermione has been was looking at Y/N proudly turned to Harry and said with a smile:

"You won't, it's in your blood. Follow me"

She linked her arm with Y/N again and started to walk, Y/N happy to be led and the two other boys following cluelessly. She lead them to the Gryffindor Quidditch champion crests.

Harry looked in pride- his father was a Seeker and won a championship. He smiled.

Hermione then gently grabbed Y/N's face, turning it to look him directly in the eyes, smiling. Y/N returned the smile before she turned his face further. He goes with it before an even wider smile breaks out across his face as he sees 'Thomas L/N Seeker' in three championships in the 60's. He immediately sent:

Thank you.

Hermione thought back:

You're so welcome.

Y/N stood there silently in pride. He knew his father was a Gryffindor just like him. But his dad was a seeker as well. Y/N felt closer to his father then he ever had before. As he stood there he felt a hand grip his, their fingers interlocking.