Hogwarts

A story from a girl in Harry Potter's year that tells the story from their perspective.

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6. Lessons

Their next lesson was History of Magic. Everyone gasped as the teacher, Professor Binns floated through the blackboard. The rest of the lesson was really boring, just taking notes and falling asleep.

The lesson that the Hufflepuff's were most scared of was Potions. They had it fourth on that day. Professor Snape entered the dungeons, sweeping his cloak behind him. He questioned Harry Potter and ignored Hermione's hand. In Snape's eyes, you could see that he not only despised Harry Potter, but hated him, with a passion. But, behind that, there was a certain sadness in his eyes

Then he got people to make a simple potion-A Cure for Boils.

You added 6 snake fangs to the mortar, and crushed it with a pestle. Put 4 measures of crushed mixture into the cauldron, then heat to a medium temperature for 10 seconds. Wait for 3 minutes, then add 4 horned slugs and 2 porcupine quills. Then stir clockwise 5 times and wave your wand.

It was simple, but one Gryffindor's cauldron melted! Angry boils grew all over his face and body, and he had to go to the hospital wing. But, even though Rachel, Mollie and Amy's were perfect, Snape criticised them, all of them but Draco Malfoy.

Transfiguration was quite difficult. You had to turn a match into a needle. Hermione was the only one that did it. Amy's got half way- it was pointy and silver, but you could still light it. The next day, they had Charms, Herbology, double History of Magic, Potions and Transfiguration. In Charms, they just practised some wand waving rather than doing any actual magic. Herbology was the best lesson for the Hufflepuffs. It was mostly theory, but Hufflepuffs seemed to know answers to questions.

The worst thing about school was the amount of homework. So far, they had got some for every lesson apart from Herbology and History of Magic.

"I can't believe how much homework we've got," said Mollie, one night. "We've barely just started this bloody school."

"My brothers and sisters are tormenting me about it," said Rachel. Rachel had 2 brothers and 3 sisters, and Mollie had a sister. All of their family had been in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Amy had only told them about Charlie. Her other brothers didn't count any more.

"Lucky for me that I only have Tamar," said Mollie, cheerfully. "And she's younger than me!"

"I've got Charlie. But he's older than me," said Amy.

Most of their talk was about the upcoming flying lesson this Thursday. The other girls of Hufflepuff (apart from them three) had taken to learning all they could about Quidditch. In fact, most people, upon reading, had found out that Amy's father was in the Tutshill Tornadoes, so they asked her for lots of advice on flying. Even Charlotte approached her.

"How do you keep control of the broom?" she asked.

"It's easy, just hold on tight and don't be rigid," replied Amy. Charlotte smiled at her, and Amy thought they could be friends. Even the boys were impressed with Amy's Quidditch knowledge. A Gryffindor 5th year asked her about flying and Quidditch.

Thursday afternoon finally came. Madam Hooch was the teacher for the afternoon.

"Ok," she said. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Put your left hand over your broom and say 'Up!'. What are you waiting for?"

"Up!" said everyone at once. Harry Potter's, Amy's and Draco's brooms rose up first.

"Ok, I want you to mount your brooms, kick off from the ground, hover for a second, then touch back down," said Madam Hooch.

Neville (the Gryffindor that cauldron had exploded) rose up higher than everyone else. He spun out of control. Up, higher and higher he went, until his cloak got caught on a sword from a statue. His cloak gave way and he landed on a torch, and then landed on the floor. Madam Hooch went over to him.

"Dear, oh dear, a broken wrist. I will take him to the Hospital Wing. If any of you mount your brooms, you'll be packing faster than you can say Quidditch," she said.

"Look at this. If only he'd remembered to land on his fat arse," said Draco Malfoy. He was holding Neville's Remeberall.

"Give that back Malfoy!" shouted Harry. Malfoy mounted his broom and said-

"Too high for you Potter?" Hermione Granger tried to persuade Harry not to go up there, but he went anyway. No one could hear their conversation, but Harry tried to knock Draco off of his broom. Draco then threw the Rememberall, and flew back down to the ground. But, Harry raced after the Rememberall and caught it, just outside the window of the Transfiguration classroom.

He landed back on the ground. Everyone cheered. But then-

"HARRY POTTER!" shouted a voice. They spun around and saw Professor McGonagall marching towards them. She lead him off.

"I knew I shouldn't have let him up there!" exclaimed Hermione. Ron looked quite impressed. Amy's mouth was still wide open. Other students looked furious. Some were angry at Professor McGonagall, some at Draco and some at Harry. Most of the people angry at Harry were Slytherins.

Madam Hooch returned without Neville. She seemed not to notice that Harry was missing. In the end, she let the students fly 6 foot off the ground. They were all zooming around, and some people were bumping in to each other. Amy was quite impressed with Rachel's and Mollie's flying skills, and so was Madam Hooch.

"I think I will recommend all three of you for the Hufflepuff team," said Madam Hooch. "You have good Chaser builds."

They left the grounds, all three of them grinning like mad.

The weeks had began to slip by. Amy still hadn't heard from her parents, but they just sent back Avis without a note. Jake and Adam were still pretending they had no sister, even by the end of September, they were still stubborn. Amy sent regular notes to Charlie, telling him about flying and Snape. He normally replied within a day or two.

At Hogwarts, every student agreed that the worst thing was navigating the school. There were walls pretending to be doors, trick steps and moving stairs. Every morning, there was at least one tired first year whose foot had sunk in one of the trick steps. Usually, it was a Gryffindor, because, although brave, they're not very bright. That's what Charlie said.

A few days before Halloween, the news spread; Harry Potter had become Gryffindor's newest Seeker.

"But, that's amazing!" exclaimed Mollie one night, sitting by the fire. "He must be the youngest Quidditch player in a century!"

"The more important thing is our team,"said Rachel. "Do you think we'll stand a chance against them?"

"Of course we will! We've got Cedric Diggory ask our Seeker!"

"Yeah, but did you see Harry?"

 

 

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