Catch me when I fall

My name is Jessamine Snow, but people call me Jessa, I am eleven years old and I live in Hogwarts with my foster mother, Minerva McGonagall. You see, when I was little my parents were killed by Lord Voldemort. Everyone is scared of that name, but me? Never.


5. Flying Lessons

Chapter Five

Flying Lessons


I was in the Dining Hall with Harry, Ron (He told me to call him this), Hermione. We were doing our homework when owls came in through the window. Ron's owl gave him a letter and newspaper. Ron instantly ignored the newspaper and picked up the letter that was sent from his family.

"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked Ron. Ron looked beside him and shrugged.

"Thanks." Harry said quietly.

I looked up as I heard a gasp. Neville had gotten a Remembrall!

"Hey look! Neville's got a Remembrall." A boy said to everyone around him. "I've read about those. When the smoke turns red it means you've forgotten something." Hermione explained to everyone.

Neville looked down and then back up.

"The only problem is I can't remember what I have forgotten." Neville said "Hey Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen: "Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins were acknowledging the breach insist nothing was taken. The vault in question number 713 had been emptied earlier that very same day." That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to." Harry said to Ron explaining what was on the paper. Looking up at mine and Hermione's faces. My face scrunched up in confusion.

'What were they trying to find in that vault and why does that vault number seem familiar?' I questioned myself.

----Flying Class!!----

We were outside of Hogwarts in the two separate rows, brooms on each side of us.

That was when Madame Hooch started to walk up to us.

"Good afternoon, class." Madame Hooch said to us.

"Good afternoon Madame Hooch." everyone replied back.

She walked past two students before meeting me.

"Good afternoon Ms. Jessamine, I am happy to see you're in my class!" Madame Hooch said before greeted the others.

" Good afternoon Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say up." Madame Hooch ordered us.

I stuck my right hand up and said 'up!'. Instantly my broom went into my right hand. I looked beside me to see that Harry has gotten his broom up the first time as well.

"Woah." He said softly. He looked at me and smiled.

"You'll get used to it Harry." I reassured him. He nodded his head and looked forward.

I looked besides me to see that Hermione was having trouble with her broom.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"You have to say it with feeling Hermione." I said explaining it to her. She looked at me and nodded her head smiling saying a soft 'thanks'.

I looked at Ron just in time to see him getting smacked with the broom. I softly chuckled as well did Harry and two boys down the row.

"Shut up Jessamine, Harry." said to us, smiling.

"Now once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two... Mr. Longbottom. Mr. Mr. Mr. Longbottom!" Frantically said to Neville who was flying in the air. Clearly you could see that the broom looked out of controlled.

"Neville!" Harry said in fear for his friend. My eyes widen and I looked at Madame Hooch. I could hear the yelps of 'Help!' coming from Neville.

"Come back down this instant! Mr. Longbottom!" Madame Hooch said to the flying Neville. He started zooming our way. Madame Hooch took out her wand and tried to cast a spell but he was coming fast at us.

"Everyone out of the way!" Madame Hooch yelled at us. Neville flew in the air and his robe caught spear of a statue.

'He was dangling from his robe!' I thought frantically. I pulled out my wand and said a spell to make his fall softer.

He fell to the ground, I heard a 'Crunch' and winced.

"Everyone out of the way!" Madame Hooch yelled at us. She went up to Neville and grabbed his wrist gently lifting it up.


"Oh oh oh. Oh dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get. Everyone is 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'. As for you Jessamine!" Everyone looked at me. Madame Hooch smiled at me and touched my shoulder gently. "Thank you for making his fall as gently as possible, if he where to fall that far he would of broken both of his legs. 30 points to Gryffindor!" Madame Hooch said to me before taking Neville to the hospital wing. Everyone looked at me in awe. I looked away in embarrassment. 'I don't like being the center of attention' I thought bitterly to myself. Then I looked up to see Draco pick up Neville's Remembrall. I narrowed my eyes at him as he shook it. Then he turned to the group in front of him. "Did you see his face? If the fat lump had given this a squeeze he would remember to fall on his fat arse." Draco said making fun of the poor boy. Giggles burst out of the Slytherin house.

"Give it here Malfoy/Draco!" Harry and I shouted the same time. We looked at each other in shock before looking at the stunned Draco.

"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." He climbed on his broom before circling around us.

"How about on the roof? What's the matter Potter, Snow? Bit beyond your reach?" Malfoy said taunting us.

Harry and I looked at each other before nodding ans climbing on our brooms.

"Harry, Jessa! No way! You heard what Madame Hooch said. Besides you don't even know how to fly!" Harry and I just ignored her and flew up in the air. I actually knew how to fly. Madame Hooch taught me with the permission of my mother.

"Give it here Malfoy or We'll knock you off your broom!" Harry yelled at Malfoy.

Draco kept throwing it and catching it in the air.

"Is that so? Have it your way, then!" He said before throwing it.

Harry and I sped through the air. Harry caught it and shook it. Cheers broke through the group of students that were on the ground.

We landed and people were shouting 'Nice jobs!' in the air. I turned and looked at Harry.

"Good job Harry... You know, you'll make a good seeker." I said to him smiling.

"Thanks, by the way what's a seeker?"

Before I had the chance my mother came waltzing out of the school.

"Harry Potter! Jessamine! Follow me." She said to us. Harry and I looked at each other before following her. We walked through the hallways before coming to Professor Quirrell's classroom.

"Professor Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me could I borrow Wood for a moment, please?" Mum asked Professor Quirrell.

"Well, yes of course." Professor replied before going back to his lesson.

A tall boy stood up and walked our way.

"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood I have found you a Seeker and a substitute Seeker!" Mum said excitedly to Wood.


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