*Edited*

During the first week at Hogwarts, I'd realised that there is more to magic than I thought. I thought that magic was just waving your wand and saying incantations just like Dad. But no, it's a lot more than that.

I've figured that my favourite classes are Transfiguration and Charms.

I don't really like Defence Against the Dark Arts. Maybe it's just Professor Quirrell, who always smells like garlic, or the classroom which always smells like garlic; maybe both. Professor Quirrell told us that garlic wards off vampires. As if vampires would be in Hogwarts.

But I do kind of like Herbology; History of Magic is boring; and Potions sucks because of Snape.

But on the good side, I'm pretty much top of every class, with Hermione. Well, all except Potions. Snape doesn't dislike me, he hates me. During my first week he'd deducted 20 points because of me.

I am really looking forward to this afternoon because I have my first flying lesson.

I first rode a broom when I was three. Although it only rose about 3 feet off the ground.

But I may have ridden one before then, but I may never know.

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As usual, I am the second to wake up, after Amy.

I walk down the stairs, when I'm dressed, to meet Amy so we can go to breakfast. It's becoming a routine.

When the post comes, I don't care at all because I never get mail. I think I might get a letter soon from Dad though, asking how my first week has been.

But this morning is different.

Swoops suddenly drops a letter in my lap while I'm eating my bacon.

"Who's that from?" Harry asks as he sits down beside me.

"Dunno. Why do you care anyway? It is my mail," I say back.

I open it.

It reads:

Dear Sarah and Harry,

"Hey, it's addressed to me too," Harry says looking over my shoulder. "Read it out loud."

I roll my eyes and sigh.

"I know you get Friday afternoons off," I read. "So would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to know how your first week was. Send your answer back with Swoops.

Hagrid."

I don't wait for Harry to say anything.

I get out the quill that I have on me at all times and I scribble on the back:

'Yes, please. See you later.'

And I send it back with Swoops.

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After lunch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I walk down to the Quidditch pitch for the flying lesson.

As we walk, we laugh about the prank Fred, George, Amy and I pulled last night...

*Flashback*

"Alright, first of all, who is this?" George asks pointing at Amy.

"This is Amy. Fred, George-Amy, Amy-Fred and George," I say introducing her.

"Okay, so are you a prankster?" Fred asks Amy.

"Duh, why else would I be here?" She says.

"Alright. Now we thought of a prank," George says. "How about we prank Snape?"

"That's a great idea!" I say

"Won't we get caught?" Amy asks.

"Nope," Fred, George and I say together.

"Right, here's what we think that we should do," Fred says. "We have a massive collection of Bertie Botts Beans and we'll add yours, and I reckon that we should have them in Snape's office, then when he goes in, he'll get rained on by beans!"

"Perfect! But next time, we should do something in front of everyone!" I say

"Yes!" Fred, George and Amy say.

"Let's get to work," I command.

Fred and George go up to their dormitory to get the supplies while Amy and I wait outside the room.

While we wait, we quickly run into our dormitory to get our stash of Bertie Botts beans.

When we get back, they're still not out.

"Jeez, what's taking them so long?" I ask impatiently.

Finally, Fred and George come out with some Bertie Botts beans and string.

"So, I reckon we should enchant the string so that when it breaks, the beans will drop down," Fred and George say.

"Coolios," I say.

We all head down to dungeons, bringing Harry, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie with us to watch.

We break into Snape's office, lock the door from the inside and climb up into the roof of the office.

We set up.

A few minutes after we finish setting up, we hear Snape go in.

"He's in," I whisper. "Ready? One, two, three!" I whisper-yell.

Together, Fred, George, Amy an I break the strings.

We hear Snape's yells from below as the beans drop down on him.

I high-five Fred, George and Amy, "Great work you guys!"

*Flashback Over*

"Yeah, that was great Sarah, Amy," Harry says.

Amy blushes deep pink.

I try not to giggle.

"Why thank you, brother dear," I say instead.

Finally the Slytherins get here.

Yes, sadly we have Potions and Flying with them.

Once again, Malfoy is boasting about how 'good' a flyer he is.

Before Malfoy is able to say anything to Harry or I, Madam Hooch, our flying instructor/teacher comes over.

She has short grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She barks at us. "Everyone stand by a broomstick."

Ha! I just now notice the twenty broomstick lying along the ground.

I choose a broom next to Harry and Hermione.

"Now, stick out your hand over the broomstick," she calls. "And say 'up'"

"UP!" Everyone yells.

Mine jumps into my hand straight away. As does Harry'. Amy's, Bonnie's and Ron's came up after a few goes, Hermione's came up not long after theirs and Neville's hardly moves at all, but finally comes up.

Madam Hooch then shows us how to mount the broomstick. I am delighted when she tells me that mine is perfect. I am even more delighted when I hear her tell Malfoy that he's been doing it wrong for years.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, then touch back down; on my whistle-three-two-"

But Neville had pushed off hard before the whistle had even touched Madam Hooch's lips.

He was rising quickly like a cork shot out of a bottle-ten feet-20 feet. You can see his white face as he looks down at the ground before slipping and-

WHAM-Neville hits the ground with a thud and a crack.

Madam Hooch runs over a leans over him.

"Oh dear, a broken wrist," she mutters. "Come on boy."

She turns to us.

"None of you are to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing. You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'."

No sooner are they out of earshot, does Malfoy bursts into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump."

The other Slytherin's join into the laughter.

"Shut up, Malfoy," I snap.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom? Never thought you'd like fat cry-babies, Potter," says Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced Slytherin girl.

"Hey look!" Malfoy suddenly says darting foreword to pick something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

A rememberall that Neville got sent this morning, is glinting in the sun.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" I say to him.

Malfoy smiles nastily.

"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, how about-up a tree?"

"You heard Sarah, give it here!" Harry says.

Malfoy doesn't listen. He jumps into his broom and takes off.

"Come and get it. Potter!"

Harry and I grab our brooms.

"No!" Hermione yells. "You'll get us all into trouble. You heard what Madam Hooch said."

I don't listen. I mount my broom and take off, Harry following close behind.

I face Malfoy.

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

"Oh, yeah?" He tries to sneer, but I can tell his scared.

Just as I am about to speed towards him, Harry speeds past me towards Malfoy.

Harry misses as Malfoy gets out of the way, just in time.

"No Crabbe and Goyle to save you up here this time," Harry calls.

"Catch it if you can, then," Malfoy shouts. He throws the rememberall high in the air and he streaks off towards the class.

Harry and I speed foreword to try and catch it.

Naturally, I'm faster.

I stretch out my arm and close my hand around the rememberall.

I throw it over to Harry and fly back down towards the class.

All the Gryffindors are applauding me and Harry.

"POTTER'S!"

My heart sinks.

"Never-in all my time at Hogwarts-"

Professor McGonagall is running over to us, her face full of anger. She's almost speechless.

"You might have broken your necks-"

"It wasn't their fault, Professor-"

"Quiet, Miss Lupin-"

"But Malfoy-"

"That is enough, Mr Weasley. Potter's, follow me."

I walk gloomily behind Professor McGonagall.

I look over at Malfoy. He, Crabbe and Goyle are looking very triumphant.

Gits.

Harry and I walk silently, not even glancing at each other.

I am going to be expelled, I know it.

We keep walking until we reach the Charms classroom.

Charms?

"Excuse me Professor Flitwick, could I please borrow Wood for a moment?"

Wood? Is she going to punish us? Or does she mean Oliver Wood, a extremely handsome fifth year. He is also captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

It turns out to be Oliver Wood.

I smile.

"Follow me you three."

We follow Professor McGonagall into an empty classroom.

"Potter's, this is Oliver Wood. Wood- I've found you a Seeker and a Chaser."

"Are you serious Professor?" Wood asks excitedly.

"Absolutely," she says. "They are naturals. Was that your first time on a broom?"

"Yes," Harry says.

"No," I say at the same time.

"Hang on, Professor, which is the Seeker and which is the Chaser?" Wood asks.

"Sarah shall be the Seeker and Harry shall be the Chaser," Professor McGonagall says.

Seeker? This is too good to be true!

"Great," Wood says. "Have either of you seen a game of Quidditch?"

"Yes," I say.

"No," Harry says at the same time.

"Quidditch is a sport," Professor McGonagall says. "Wood will tell you both the rules."

"But we have to get them decent brooms-Nimbus 2000's or Cleensweep Seven's-" Wood says.

"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore to see if we can bend the first year rule," Professor McGonagall says. "Now, I want to see you both training hard or I may change my mind about punishing you."

She smiles. I've only ever seen her smile once; and that was when I successfully turned a match into a needle first lesson.

"Your father would have been proud, he was an excellent Quidditch player himself."