Harry's POV:

We finally reached the Potions classroom, which was chilly and cold. I mean, it IS in the dungeons. Professor Snape burst through the door, saying, "ThErE wiLL bE nO fOoLiSh WaNd-WaViNg Or SiLLy iNcAnTaTiOnS iN tHiS cLaSs!". I felt someone move near me, turned around to see Kylie and Ron shaking with silent laughter, looking like they'd burst out laughing anytime now, making them ticking a time bomb. I slowly edged away from them, not wanting to get infected with the contagious laughter. How do they manage to be so~ Suddenly, Hermione shook me out of my trance. It felt good though, sitting in a trance. "Missssster PoTTer, our new celebrity." I did not like this man. "Tell me, what would I get if I added a powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?". I shook my head, and he surprisingly understood, saying, "You dunno? Well, let's try again. WhErE, Mr. Potter, would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?". I again shook my head and said, "I don't know, sir.". He tutted and said, "Clearly, fhame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?". Kylie and Ron looked ready for a catfight. Hermione looked hurt, probably because he didn't pick her. Yet.

Rest of the Potions class passed excruciatingly slowly. Snape's bored drawl, the cauldrons simmering, and the quiet was too good for Kylie. So, she fell asleep. Snape looked at her cauldron, which had a perfectly brewed potion, so he couldn't really say anything to wake her up. When class ended, Ron woke her up in a not-so-nice way and... Well, let's say it didn't end good. But, the moment she realized the next class was Flying, she immediately awakened. We headed to the Training Grounds and found a neatly arranged line of broomsticks with equal gaps in the middle of each one. We greeted the teacher, Madam Hooch, who was a very tall, lean lady with eyes like a hawk. I turned to see Kylie's bright smile faltering at the sight of Slytherins?  We were having class with the Slytherins?  Again? Now, you gotta be kidding me. "Well, what are you waiting for? Each student will stand to the left of their broom! Come on, quickly!" she barked at us and we obeyed her. "Now, stick your right hand above your broom and say, 'Up!'." We did as told. Mine and Kylie's broom immediately shot up into our hands, and much to Kylie's disappointment, so did Malfoy's. Everyone else' brooms just rolled over or stayed motionless. "UP!" Ron yelled, only to get smacked in the face by the broom. "Shut up, you two!" he snapped at us, who were basically rolling with laughter. 

Ron's POV:

We were supposed to mount our brooms, which was honestly scary, because the last time I tried to ride a broom, I fell down, face flat. Don't want that to happen, especially with that git Malfoy around. "Now, on the count of three and the sound of my whistle, you will kick off hard off the ground, hover for a few moments and lean forward slightly to touch back down. Ready? On the count of three! One, two-" but before Madam Hooch could finish, Neville had kicked off the ground in nervousness. "Mis-Mister Longbottom! M-m-m-mister Longbottom!" she just yelled. Did basically nothing when Neville's broomstick was zooming around, scaring the poor boy a lot. The broomstick tossed him off, and he got caught in one of the statues, where he was hanging by his robes. The sharp corner had pierced into his robes. Slowly, the robes tore and Neville fell to the ground with his robes torn. Madam Hooch immediately hurried over, helping Neville up, when he let out a yelp of pain. "Oh boy..." I heard her mutter. "It's a broken wrist. Alright, listen up!" she said, getting the students' attention. "I don't want to see even one broom in the air. If I do, you'll be going home faster than you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on, dear." She helped him up once more and took him to the Hospital Wing. 

Kylie's POV:

Once Neville left, there were roars of laughter from the Slytherins. "Did you see his face?" Malfoy asked, picking up a shiny glass ball filled with smoke, which I assumed was the Remembrall Neville must've gotten before I came to breakfast. "Malfoy," I called, gaining his attention instantly. "Give it back," I said, keeping my cool. Now, everyone was watching as Harry stepped to my side. "No. Think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." he said just as coolly, taking off off the ground. "How about on the roof? What's wrong? Bit beyond your reach?" he taunted, as I immediately set off after him. Harry mounted his broom when Hermione marched over and said, "HaRrY, nO wAy! You hEaRd what Madam Hooch said! BeSiDeS, you don't even know how to fly!". Harry took off anyway and Hermione said, "WoT. aN. iDiOt." Another Hermione line done. "Give it here, Malfoy, or we'll knock you off your broom!" Harry yelled. "Oh yeah?" he taunted, but fear filled his eyes. I decided to take the chance. I shot at him, snatched the ball from his hands, and flew away. Malfoy, enraged, followed me until there was a corner. He smirked, knowing there was no way for me to go. "What're you going to do now?" he asked, mock-pouting. I smirked and said, "Yeet the ball.". His smug expression turned into confusion. "What?" he asked. "YeEt!" I yelled, yeeting the ball over his head. Harry immediately got the message, went after it and caught it, earning cheers from the Gryffindors. Malfoy looked furious with himself as I shot past him. 

Harry and I touched down at the same time, as he held the Remembrall high, as the Gryffindors rushed to us, cheering like mad. Ron ran straight towards me and engulfed me in a giant bear hug, saying, "You were bloody amazing, Lia! That was so cool!". I laughed and made a mental note to tell him what 'yeet' means. The mini-celebration was interrupted by a stern voice. 

"Potter! Wilson!"

My face immediately fell. I know Harry would be chosen for a seeker, but I could get expelled. "Follow me, please." McGonagall said, still looking shook by what happened. Harry and I looked at each other and quietly followed her. She took us to the Charms classroom, where she knocked on the door, opened it and asked, "Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?", and she came out, with a burly fifth-year, who i assumed to be Oliver Wood. Then she said with a tone of excitement in her voice, "Potter, Wilson, this is Wood, the Quidditch captain. Wood, I've found you a Seeker and a Chaser!". I couldn't believe my ears. Wood gulped and asked, "Really?" with a sparkle of equal anticipation in his eyes. "You have been needing a new Chaser and Seeker. What do you say? Potter? Wilson?" McGonagall asked, hope in her voice. I couldn't say anything. I tried saying something, but only a happy squeal came out as I jumped up and down on the spot. McGonagall gave me rare, contented smile and turned to Harry, who looked confused, but McGonagall took that as a 'yes'. "Very well then, meet me in my office at 4 pm today. We need to discuss the timings. You can go now." she said, unable to contain her glee. OH YEAH BABY! I'M A GODDAMN CHASER! SLYTHERIN'S GOING DOWN!

A/N - Hiya lovelies! I'm sorry I took so long to post the new chapters. i just found out avengers x harry potter crossover stories exist -_- and i've already finished two stories. now, i want to make this one a crossover. what do you say? :D yes or no, either way i've got it all planned out. and do you want this book to be like a first book to a sequel, or the whole story here? (sorry my explanation sucks). if you don't get it, i mean, do you want only the first year to be in this book, or all seven years including epilogues? (ok this explanation is much better). and do you me to change the book cover, or keep it cuz i'm getting tired of the same cover. ok, ok, ONE LAST QUESTION PLS, IM BEGGING YOU, do you like this book? ok, that's everything, bye! love ya!