It seems that potion class was a pain for everyone besides the Slytherins, this bummed Myla due to how much she loved potions. She wasn't about to let Snape discourage her from the subject, she can't bear to lose to Draco this year. At the moment, Myla was in the common room working on homework with Halle and Seika. Well, those two were doing homework, Myla was looking at an object she took off an 7th year Ravenclaw. 

"McGonagall sure gave a lot for the first week," Halle said as she jotted down an answer.

"Professor Binns loaded us with work as well," Seika said as she flipped a page in the books. "Myla, you should be working on your homework as well."

"Oh, I'll get it done," Myla assured as she held up the object. "It's not due till tomorrow."

"You really shouldn't leave it till the last minute," Seika advised. "What is that?"

"A pendant," Halle answered as she looked up. "Looks like it's based on one of the stories in Beedle and Bard. The one with the brothers."

"This must be a fan piece of it," Myla said as turned the object. They heard a bunch of groans coming from the bulletin. They looked over to see the other first years in front of it. "What's with that death march sound?"

"Starting Thursday we have Quidditch with the Slytherins," Lavender answered.

"Typical," groaned Harry. "Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy.

"You don't know that," Ron said. "Malfoy's going off how good he's at Quidditch, bet he's all talk."

"Just make sure Malfoy makes a bigger fool of himself," Myla advised.

"But he's had years of experience," Harry said. 

"Flying is like every other subject," Halle said. "It comes naturally or it doesn't. And there's the chance you might just end up being better than Malfoy."

"Thanks," Harry nodded. 

Thursday came around, at breakfast Hermione was giving them all a lecture on flying, all from a book she rented from the library. Myla was soaking a tea diffuser into a cup of hot water. Seika and Halle were both trying to drown out Hermione's voice. Seamus on the other hand had a whole other goal.

" Eye of Rabbit harp string hum. Turn this water into rum," Seamus chanted as he tapped his wand on a goblet, he then repeated the spell. 

"Here Neville," Myla said as she pushed the teacup towards him. "This should help with your nerves."

"What is it?" Neville asked as he picked up.

"Don't listen to her," Hermione advised. "Studying is going to help you with your nerves, not what she's giving you."

"It's peppermint tea," Myla answered. "It can calm your nerves, aid digestion, boost your immune system, relieve common cold symptoms, and soothe your stomach."

"Can I have some?" Seika asked. "The thought of flying is making me want to throw up."

"You got it," Myla confirmed as she poured some into a cup. Suddenly, there was an explosion, they looked over to see smoke coming off of Seamus, and Myla started to laugh along with everyone else. Shortly after mail started to flood in, Myla caught something and so did some others. 

"What you got there?" Halle asked as she looked over.

"By the looks of it, a journal," Seika answered as Myla opened it. "Why a journal?"

"I asked mum if she could send one to me," Myla answered. "Need it for my studies."

"More like a track record of her swiping," Hermione glared at her.

"It's a remembrall!" Nevile exclaimed, Myla looked at him, in his hands was a glass ball, the size of a large marble. "Gran knows I forget things--this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red--" his face fell as the ball turned red.

"What did you forget?" Seika asked as she tilted her head. Neville seemed stumped. "Is it broken?"

"The only problem is I can't remember what I've forgotten," Neville admitted.  The ball was suddenly swiped from his hand. "Hand it back, Myla!" He looked over to Myla glaring at him, not a rememberall in her hands. "Empty your pockets!"

"I don't have blonde hair Longbottom," Myla said as she swiped the item from Draco. He stared at his hand in surprise, Crabbe and Goyle were both in the same state. 

"What's going on here!" McGonagall demanded as she suddenly appeared. 

"Malfoy took Neville's Remeberall," Halle answered. 

"I was only looking," Draco defended himself. "Myla took it from me."

"Explain yourself, Ms. Weasley!" McGonagall demanded. 

"Just examining it," Myla answered as she gave it back to Neville.

*****

3:30 rolled around, it was time for the first flying lessons. Myla stood in between Seika and Halle, across from Marco Flint and Millicent Bulstrode. 

"Good afternoon class," Madam Hooch greeted as she walked between the students.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch," the class greeted. 

"Good afternoon Amanda, Good afternoon," Madam Hooch greeted as she turned to face everyone. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left of their broomstick." Everyone did as they were told. "Come on now. Hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say up."

"UP!" Everyone demanded. Some brooms went right to people's hands, while some lay on the ground.

"Up!" Halle demanded,d the broom fell right into her hand, while Seika's barely lifted off the ground.

"With feeling," Madam Hooch advised.

"Up!" Myla instructed passionately, the broom went right into her hand. She looked over just as Ron's smacked him right in the face. 

"Shut up, Harry," Ron held in his laugh; he looked over. "You too, sister!" Myla and Harry looked at each other giggling. 

Soon everyone had their brooms, Madam Hooch walked through the class. "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. " Everyone mounted their brooms. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground hard. Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3,2..." Before she finish, Neville kicked off early.  "Mr. Longbottom."

"Neville, what are you doing?" Hermione demanded. "We're not supposed to take off yet."

"M-M-Mr. Long-- Mr. Longbottom," Madam Hooch called on him. 

"Careful, Neville!" Harry shouted as Neville took off on his broom.

"Guess that peppermint tea didn't help," Halle noted. "His nerves were too strong."

"May you should brew it to be stronger next time," Seika advised.

"Well, noted," Myla nodded. 

"Help!" Neville cried as he flew off.

"Come back down this instant!" Madama Hooch demanded. Neville flew all around, he hit the wall a couple of times; they all had to dive out of the way to avoid getting hit. Neville got caught on a statue as his broom continued to take off. 

"Help!" Neville cried as his robes started to rip. He fell to the light post, before falling flat on the ground. 

"Neville!" Myla exclaimed as she ran to him. 

"Everyone out of the way!" Madam Hooch demanded, she grabbed Myla by the robes and pulled her back. 

"Ow, ow, ow," Neville muttered as Madam Hooch turned him over.

"Oh, oh, oh dear, it's a broken wrist," Madam Hooch noted, she helped him get back to his feet. "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."

"Quidditch?" Seika asked.

"A popular sport in the wizarding world," Myla answered.

"Similar to popularity to football of the muggle world," Halle added, Seika nodded. 

"Did you see his face?" Malfoy laughed, they looked to see that Draco was holding the rememberball. "Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass."

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry demanded as he stepped up. 

Malfoy faced him. "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He stepped on his broom, going into the air. 

"As much as a prick he is, Malfoy has style," Seika whispered, Halle and Myla looked at her.

"How 'bout on the roof?" Draco asked as he flew higher. Once high enough he faced everyone. "What's the matter, Potter? A bit beyond your reach?"

"Harry, no way," Hermione protested as the boy who lived mounted his broom. "You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides you don't even know how to fly." Harry then took off. "What an idiot."

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

"Is that so?" Draco asked. Harry went to go grab it; Draco swung around dodging. "Have it your way, then." Draco chucked it; Harry went after it. Everyone watched as Harry bolted across the sky, catching it right before it could go through a window. Everyone ran towards Harry as he flew back down toward them. 

"That was wicked!"

"Good job, Harry!"

"Harry Potter?" a voice called, they looked over to see McGonagall. "Follow me." Harry gave the item to Seamus before walking off with McGonagall. After class ended, Myla went to the library, and Seika and Halle followed.

"Classes have just started, " Halle reminded her. "You are top of the class so far, why the library?"

"I work at Flourish and Blotts," Myla answered.

"We should be waiting outside Dumbledore's office," Seika suggested. "Protest Harry's expulsion."

"With a catch like that, there is no way Harry is going to get expelled," Myla laughed, just to get shushed by Madam Pinch.

"We should still be there for him," Seika urged. "As house support." Suddenly, Ron appeared; he grabbed Myla's hand and took off.

"No running!" Madam Pinch shouted as they left the library.

"Ron!" Myla hissed.

"Knew I'd find you there," Ron said. "Harry said he wanted to tell us both something together." Myla shook her head, soon they were walking down the corridor with Harry as he reported the news.

"Seeker?" Ron asked. "But first years never make the house teams."

"I thought it was against the rules," Myla added.

"Professor McGonagall is talking to Professor Dumbledore about bending that rule," Harry explained.

"You must be the youngest quidditch player..."Ron began.

"In a century," Harry finished. "According to McGonagall."

"Hey, well done, Harry," Fred congratulated as the twins appeared behind them. "Wood just told us."

"Fred and George are on the team, too," Ron informed Harry. 

"Beaters," Myla added.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad," George explained. "Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game quidditch."

"Brutal," Fred added. "But no one's dies in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they'll turn up in a month or two!" Harry became queasy as the twins went in another direction.

"Oh, go on, Harry," Ron encouraged. "Quidditch is great; best game there is. And you'll be great, too."

"You may be nervous now, but one game, and you'll be hooked forever," Myla assured. 

"But I've never even played Quidditch," Harry said as Myla glanced to see that Hermione has joined them. "What if I make a fool of myself?"

"We'll be there cheering for you," Myla assured.

"That doesn't guarantee that I won't make a fool of myself, Myla," Harry began to panic. 

"You won't make a fool of yourself," Hermione denied, they all looked at her. "It's in your blood." Ron, Harry, and Myla looked at each other. Hermione then led them to a trophy case, she pointed at one name.

'James Potter

"Whoa," Ron and Myla breathed.

"Harry, you never told me your father was a seeker, too," Ron added.

"I...I didn't know," Harry said softly. They began to make their way to the common room before heading to dinner when Myla stopped walking. 

"What's the matter?" Ron asked as they stopped to look at her. 

"I'm heading back to the library," Myla answered. "There are a couple of things I want to research.

"But what about dinner?" Harry asked. "You must be hungry?"

"Just bring me back a potato or something like that," Myla requested. "This is more important; see you later." Before either could protest, she went back to the library and reported the information to Halle and Seika.

"Seeker?" Halle repeated. "I know you said Harry probably wasn't going to be expelled, but this is unexpected."

"We should still support him," Seika said. "He's the youngest in a century, a lot of pressure is going to get to him."

"I've given thought to what you said Seika," Myla admitted. "How about we put together a cheer team?"

"Cheer team?" the two girls repeated.

"Muggles have cheerleading, right?" Myla asked as she looked at Seika.

"Yes, but we all go to the same school," Seika reminded her.

"But we are in different houses," Myla reminded her. "If we put a cheer team together, not only would raise Harry's spirits but the other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team as well."

"But who would want to join?" Halle asked as she pulled books down. "And it's normally cold when quidditch season matches begin and ends."

"We'll figure something out," Myla assured. "But first we should go

"Let's speak to McGonagall first," Halle suggested. 

"Should we really be doing this?" Seika asked.

"The worst that happens is that we get told no," Myla assured as she put a hand on her shoulder. "We aren't going to get detention for wanting to encouragement to fellow players."

"Right," Seika nodded. "If we are going to go McGonagall we need to do more. Who here can draw well?" Halle raised her hand. "Can you draw the uniforms to have in mind?" Halle nodded. "Myla...perhaps you are more outgoing, come out with ways to recruit...I can put together the words on how we are going to persuade Professor McGonagall."

"Along with Professor Dumbledore," Halle said, they looked at her. "If McGonagall went to the headmaster about Harry, she'll probably do that same about cheer." She put her hand in the middle. "On three?"

"On what?" Myla and Seika asked. 

"How about the...Griffins?" Halle asked, the other two girls tilted their heads. "We'll work on it...on three." 

They put their hands in the middle. "Griffins."

That night, Myla was sitting in the Gryffindor common room all by herself, she sat at the table putting together how they would recruit people. So far she only had two things written down. 

1. They need at least 10-12 people

2. Anyone can join

Myla's thoughts got interrupted by the sounds of Ron's footsteps, she looked over to see him and Harry coming down the stairs in their bathrobes. "What are you two up to?" Both of them jumped.

"None of your business!" Ron hissed, Myla sat up more and folded her arms. " Alright, alright, we are going to go duel Malfoy and Crabbe."

"Duelling?" Myla repeated. "We just started school, how much magic do you know, the both of you?"

"Not much as you Lala," Ron admitted. "But we should still be able to send sparks...if anything we can always just drop our wands and throw a punch."

"We are supposed to be meeting them at the trophy room at midnight," Harry said as he glanced at his watch.

"Don't linger there too long just in case it's a trap," Myla advised. "This is Malfoy, probably trying to get you both in trouble."

"We'll take our chances," Ron said as they made their way to the portrait hole. Myla heard Hermione start to speak, their voices got cut off as soon as the portrait closed. Myla went back on to working on her part of the plea for a cheer team, she kept going back to the problem that Halle brought up, it's going to be cold. So, Myla grabbed the notebook mum sent; she began to brainstorm a potion. About a half hour later, her thoughts got interrupted by Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville bursting through the doorway, they all collapsed onto the couch, and all had a similar look.

"Woah," Myla breathed as she got down from her seat. "What happened to you lot?"

"Y-Y-You were right," Ron panted. "It w-w-was a trap."

"Filch and Ms. Norris were ready for us," Harry managed out. 

"By the look on your faces, something else happened," Myla gathered. "But what?"

"We accidentally went to the third-floor corridor," Ron answered. "What do they think they're doing keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?"

"You don't use your eyes, do you?" Hermione snapped with a nasty attitude. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"

"I wasn't looking at its feet!" Ron snapped at her. "I was a bit preoccupied with its heads or maybe you didn't notice. There were three!"

"It was standing on a trap door, which means it wasn't there by accident," Hermione revealed. "It's guarding something."

"What is guarding what?" Myla asked.

"A three-headed dog guarding something," Harry spoke in confusion.

"That's right," Hermione nodded. "Now, if you all don't mind, I'm going to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse expelled." She then marched up to the girl's dormitory. 

"She needs to get priorities straight," Ron commented, Harry nodded in agreement before they went up. Myla looked to see that Neville was still at the fire.

"Neville?" Myla asked as she appeared behind him. "Did you really see a three-headed dog?" He just nodded, Myla plopped over to the couch, sitting next to him. Neville became alarmed and scooted a bit away from her. "What was the dog like?"

"Terrifying," Neville answered as he looked back at the fire. "I'm never going back up there again."

"Well, that corridor is forbidden," Myla reminded him. "Though I do wonder what the dog is guarding if the prefects or head boy or head girl don't know that it must be valuable."

"Going to get early practice for when you break into Gringotts?" Neville asked as he looked at her.

"Won't be a bad start," Myla smiled; she reached into her pocket and pulled at the remeberball.

"Hey!" Neville chimed as he grabbed it.

"Seamus was supposed to give it back to you, swiped it from him before he could leave the training grounds," Myla explained, she then backed up. "Sorry, about the tea not helping with your nerves."

"It's not your fault," Neville gloomed as he looked away. "I just got nervous and kicked off early."

"The tea was supposed to prevent those nerves from kicking up," Myla explained.

"Listening to Hermione read about it didn't help much either," Neville gloomed more. "I'm hopeless."

"It's the start of term, can't deem yourself hopeless just yet," Myla laughed. 

"You are potions genius and Harry is the youngest quidditch player of the century, I've done nothing for Gryffindor but screw up."

"You are beating yourself up too much," Myla sighed as she stood up. "You need to believe in yourself more if you ever want to progress." She then walked over to the table. "Good night, Neville."

"Good night, Myla," Neville nodded as he watched her leave.