3. Chapter Three
The next morning, I woke up when the sunlight streamed across my face. I got up, changed into my robes, and combed my hair. I wanted to look nice for the first day. First, we had Transfiguration class, which was kind of boring. All we did was read.
Next was flying; I had been practicing since Callum went to Hogwarts five years ago. The broom obeyed my command to come up along with lots of other students' brooms. Except for Ron; his broom hit him in the face. We were told to mount our brooms and only fly up a couple feet.
Neville's broom started to spin out of control. It kept going up and he couldn't stop it. It seemed like he was up there forever, until he crashed. Madam Hooch ran over to him and then said he had a broken wrist.
"I'm going to take him to the hospital wing,'' she said, ''No flying until I get back, or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'.''
Once she left, Draco took something of Neville's and flew up into the air. Harry went up after him. Draco then threw what seemed to be a ball Neville dropped into the air. Harry went zooming after it and caught it. He threw it to me and flew after Draco. Next thing I knew Draco was flying straight at me. I ducked before he could hit me and grab Neville's ball. Feeling happy with myself I started to smile. Then Harry yelled at me to duck. When I turned around Draco hit me in the head; everything went black.