~Tommy POV~

At our flying lesson, we were teaming with Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw students and one of the Slytherin students was Malfoy. Who the fuck else could it be? I mean, he just causes trouble wherever he goes, he's got to be the Anti-Christ in disguise.

Then, this tall woman with white hair and yellow eyes started walking in the middle as we all had a broomstick each.

After saying "Good afternoon" to us, she got serious.

Hooch: Welcome to your first flying lesson, well what are you waiting for? Come on now, hurry up.

We walked up to our brooms and waited for further instructions.

Hooch: Stick your right hand over the broom and say "up"!

As everyone said it, Harry, Malfoy, and I'd broomstick shot up to our hands after we said "up".

Hermione was having trouble with hers, the broom shaking around and Ron's stuck up and hit him square in the face!

It made everyone laugh, me as well!

Everyone had their broom as we were ready for the next step.

Hooch: Now, I want you to mount your broom 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, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle, 3... 2...

She blew her whistle and Longbottom started flying without permission and I knew something was wrong.

Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!

He went up and flew as Ron was covering his eyes and I didn't.

Hooch: Come back down this instant!

The brim was going into a million different directions with Neville still hanging onto the broom, but when he started coming for us, we had to move out of the way and got stuck on a statue from above.

Something bad was about to happen and I felt like I had to do something.

Once he fell off one statue and onto another one, I whipped out my wand and muttered...

Tommy: Arresto Momentum.

He hovered over the ground before giving a low thud. Hooch came over and checked on him, making sure he wasn't hurt, but I eyed Malfoy taking his remembrall.

Hooch: Who casted that charm?

Tommy: Me, ma'am.

Hooch: That was smart, 10 points for Gryffindor.

She turned her attention to Longbottom before she had to say this...

Hooch: I don't see anything wrong, but I'm gonna take you to the hospital wing just to make sure.

She picked him up and said...

Hooch: Best you keep your feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. And if, I ever see a single broom in the air, they'll be flying their way out before they can say "Quidditch".

Malfoy smirked and I knew something bad was going to happen. I happened to wear a necklace of my country's flag before I moved to London, so I hope nothing happens to me.

Malfoy: Did you see his face? If the lump thought he might give this a squeeze, he could've landed on his fat arse!

Harry and I nodded at each other and decided to take what's not Malfoy's and I saw Cancer interested in my necklace.

Crabbe: Nice necklace, Gallo. Can I look at it?

Tommy: How about no?

Gryffindor students knew I set him straight, but Cancer didn't listen.

He tried to grab it, but I grabbed his arm, elbowed his rib cage, his nose, and he was down before I put him in a sleeper hold. I held him in it for thirty seconds before he passed out very quickly and I released to hear him snoring.

I glared at the Slytherin students who want to come after me, but Goyle of all people tried to grab me from behind, but I turned around, punched him in the nose and he fell backwards on his ass.

Tommy: You touch me and I'll drop you like your girlfriend.

Many of the Gryffindor students were snickering at what I said as Slytherin house were careful and they knew not to fuck with me again.

Harry: Give it here Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom!

I looked up and Harry and Draco were up in the air before Draco yelled...

Malfoy: Have it your way then.

He threw the ball towards what seems to be Professor McGonnagall's office, but Harry flew straight towards the window and caught the glass ball before it broke the window, making us cheer at him, but Snape of all people stopped me before I could go with my classmates.

Snape: Did you attack these two?

Tommy: Yes, but I was given permission to put my hands on them unless I was provoked, Professor. I'm sure you're aware of that.

Snape: I will let it pass, but if this happens again, you will lose more than points.

I wonder what would happen if I step on his big fucking toe.

I saw that Harry was gone and I had to ask Hermione what went down.

It turned out that McGonnagall had taken him for something and I learned that Harry made Quidditch Seeker for the Gryffindor team.

I was happy for him, but typical Harry, just when he earns something, he tries to talk his way out of it.

Every time he tried to get out of something that he earned, I just wanted to yell into his ear, "This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You earn something as huge as this, you're supposed to be grateful, you ungrateful fucking prick."

When Ron met with Harry, he told us what happened. I was with Hermione while they were coming back towards and we had to follow suit.

Harry: But what if I make a fool of myself?

Tommy: What are you talking about?

Hermione: You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.

Then, Hermione took us to where trophies were and I say Harry's last name, but with the first name James! That's his father!

Ron: Harry, you didn't tell me your father was a seeker!

Harry: I- I didn't know.

He didn't know and I don't blame him. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't? From what I discovered is that James was well liked in Gryffindor and Lily, Harry's mom was stolen from Snape who took a liking to her before she met him.

I think this is why Snape despises Harry, because he thinks he hated James so much and the bastard almost fucked Lily, but she was infatuated with Potter so much that she got with him instead, leaving Snape seething, and to tell you the truth, I don't blame him.

Nowadays, seeing Snape in dismay over his failed attempts of giving the four of us detention is the greatest insurance policy in the world.

After spending some time there, we went up the stairs to go back to our common room, the staircase started moving, getting us in a panic.

Ron: What's happening!

Tommy: The staircases change, remember?

Then, it got to a floor that I recognized immediately: the third floor.

Harry: Let's go this way.

Ron: Before the staircase moves again.

We unlocked the door as Hermione and I knew we weren't supposed to be here and Harry and Ron didn't.

Harry: Does anyone have this feeling that we're not supposed to be here?

Hermione: Obviously. This is the third floor, it's forbidden.

A fire came up in a goblet as we knew we had to haul ass out of here before we got caught, but Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, caught us and was meowing as loud as she could.

We ran until we saw another door that Harry and Ron had trouble with.

Harry: It's locked!

Ron: That's it. We're done for.

Tommy: Oh, get outta of my way!

I pushed through both of them, took out my wand, and said...

Tommy: Alohomora.

The door opened as I gestured to them to get in.

Tommy: Get in, don't make me throw you in!

They did and Ron, as the balloon-head he is, had to ask...

Ron: "Alohomora"?

Tommy: Magic Book of Spells, Chapter 7. At least Hermione and I read books, unlike you.

Ron became as red as his hair and Hermione was giggling just slightly.

Then, we heard a noise behind us and it turned out to be a fucking three headed dog! What the fuck?! Who would put this in Hogwarts! A school of all places?!

All four of us screamed when it started growling and we ran out, but I noticed a trapdoor on the bottom of the dog.

While we were walking back to the Gryffindor common room, I had to whisper to Hermione about something and I think she had the same idea.

Tommy: 'Mione, did you notice a trapdoor that the dog was standing on?

Hermione: You saw the same thing?

Tommy: No kidding. I was wondering why it was there?

Hermione: It's a good question, but let's talk about that out tomorrow because I got to go to bed.

Tommy: You're right. If you found me a bit annoying, I apologize. I just feel like something's not right about that trapdoor and I need someone who thinks I'm not crazy.

Hermione: Don't worry. You're not the only one.

Tommy: Thanks.

When we got to the common room, Ron started talking about how the dog didn't deserve to have the three headed dog.

Ron: What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that in a school?

Hermione: You obviously didn't use your eyes did you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?

Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet, I was a bit preoccupied with its heads! Or maybe you didn't notice, there were three!

All of this was going on while we went up the stairs to go to our dormitories, but something was making me feel like I've seen this happen before. I don't know why.

Hermione: It was standing on a platform, so it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something.

It got me interested, but I didn't repeat it like Harry did.

Harry: Guarding something?

Hermione: That's right. I hope you both are please with yourselves. We all could've been killed, or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed.

Before she went to her dormitory, she turned to me in a sweet way and said to me...

Hermione: Goodnight, Tommy.

I smirked and nodded before she closed the door.

Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities.

Tommy: Maybe you need to get your head outta your ass and not let anyone know what you're thinking. In this case, Hermione making a good point.

Ron: You're taking her side?

Tommy: Yeah, because I see reason, and believe it or not I saw the same thing and she was right.

Ron: Then you must be like her: someone who doesn't have any friends.

Tommy: Ron, I promise you, if you insult her again, I'll put you in the ground, alright?

He was taken back before he eventually did shut the fuck up.

I'm pretty sure Hermione heard me stand up for her as I had to go to bed too. I might've woken up every Gryffindor student with that yell, but I don't give a fuck.

his is the main problem right here, Ron, you never shut your mouth. This is something that you need to sort out yourself instead of having others do it for you since it gets you in trouble, whether you realize it or not.