Chapter Nine: Flying Lessons

Daniel Potter POV

By the time Madame Hooch got to the Quidditch Pitch, tension was already running high in the Gryffindors. Dean, Seamus, and Ron all looked ready to start a fight, Neville probably wanted to run for the hills, and all of the girls looked pretty miserable.

Daniel thought this wasn't acceptable. Gryffindors were supposed to be brave and strong. So how come they couldn't fight back against those slimy, smug Slytherins?

"Alright everyone. Go stand next to broom, Gryffindors on the right and Slytherins on the left. Move it, we haven't all day." Daniel had already been told about how strict Hooch was with the rules of flying, and that she wasn't hesitant to deduct house points either, so he quickly went to stand by his broom.

It had twigs poking out of the tail, and it looked at least twelve years old. Daniel may not be the smartest Gryffindor, but he knew enough about Quidditch to know it was of the upmost importance to have a broom in good condition. This one looked like the charms would give out in the middle of flight! Daniel really wished he had gotten the chance to smuggle his broom in now, but McGonagall had caught him last time he tried.

"Is everybody next to a broom? Good. Now, I want you to raise one hand over the broom and say 'UP'. The broom should jump right into your hand if you are doing it right."

Everybody followed instructions, and soon there was a chorus of the word 'UP' through the pitch. Daniels broom jumped up into his hand on the first try, and he was pleased to see it was one of the few that did. Malfoys' did, and so did Seamus'. Some of the brooms twitched on the ground, one or two rolled over, and a few seemed to vibrate on the ground. Some peoples, like Nevilles' and Grangers', didn't move at all. Daniels' Father told him that it was because brooms could somehow tell if you were afraid.

Madame Hooch went around correcting people on how they were doing it, or instructing them on how to put enough force into their words. Eventually, everyone had a broom in their hands.

"Now that we're all set, I want you to mount your brooms and grip it firmly, so that when we start flying you won't fall off the end."

Once again, everyone followed instructions, and Madame Hooch went around the group correcting the people who got it wrong.

All of the Gryffindors tried to stifle their giggles when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for ages, and the Slytherins made no attempt to hide their snickers when she said the same thing to Daniel. It wasn't very fair though, because everyone has their own way of holding a broom, just like everyone holds a quill differently, or a wand. So Daniel knew Madame Hooch was wrong. Daniel did it just fine.

"Okay group! We are ready to get to the real point of this lesson! Flying!" All of the gathered first years cheered. "Now, when I blow my whistle, I want you all to kick up from the ground, hover above the ground for a couple seconds, and then touch back down."

Well, by Daniels definition it wasn't really flying, but it was close enough for now. Maybe he could pump himself up with a couple minutes of baby stuff.

"On your mark! Get set!" But before she could say go, Neville, who apparently didn't want to be left on the ground, kicked up and started flying above everybody's heads.

"Get down here! Get down!" Madame Hooch shouted at him, but Neville was panicking as he got higher off the ground and did the only thing he could think of. Jump.

All the Gryffindor Girls shouted and squealed, and a couple of the Gryffindor boys gasped. The Slytherins were strangely stone-faced. Then Neville hit the ground with a crack, and everybody ran towards him.

Madame Hooch reached him first and helped him up. They were both really pale, and Neville was holding his wrist, which looked twisted in a weird way. Daniel instantly felt bad about thinking negatively of him at breakfast.

"Okay, I am going to take Mr. Longbottom here to the hospital wing." She turned around to look at them all with a glare, and she seemed to be returning to her regular skin tone. "If any of you touch a broom, you will be out of here before you can say 'Quidditch'." Then she helped Longbottom to the castle doors.

As soon as she was out of sight, the Slytherins broke their poker faces and burst out laughing.

"Did you see his face!" Malfoy was almost crying in his joy. "He looked so stupid!"

Parvati instantly jumped in to defend Longbottom. "Shut up, Malfoy!"

If anything, this just made the snakes laugh harder. Pansy Parkinson seemed to be laughing the hardest out of all of them.

"I never knew you liked crybabies, Parvati! I guess your sister is the only one with tastes!"

Parvati went red, and Lavender gasped. Parvati was always very sensitive about being compared to her sister. Daniel personally didn't get it. Harry would be honored to be compared to Daniel, they were just that close.

Suddenly, Malfoy saw something on the ground. "Oh, look! Longbottom dropped that thing he had at breakfast!" The blonde then leaned over and scooped the Remembrall up and held it for the other Slytherins to see. He still had the broom in his other hand, and there was a sneaky gleam in his eye.

Daniel was suddenly very sick of Malfoys behavior and snobby attitude, and he couldn't stop himself from getting involved.

"Give that back, Malfoy!"

Malfoy sneered at him, but the gleam in his eye told Daniel that he had been just waiting for Daniel to start something.

"I don't think I will, Potter. In fact… I think I'll keep it!" He threw his leg over his broom and took off into the air.

Daniel was seeing red as he picked his broom up off the ground. He was well aware of all the eyes on him, and he could faintly hear Granger nagging him in the back of his mind.

As soon as he was on the broom, he took off into the air. The feel of flying, the wind through his hair, the adrenaline, it all made everything so much clearer. He soon was level with Malfoy.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" He repeated, and Malfoy looked kind of worried. "There aren't any body guards to protect you up here!" Malfoy seemed to have already realized that.

Suddenly, that mischievous gleam in his eye was there again. "Why don't you go get it then?" he said, then threw the Remembrall into the air.

The whole thing seemed to go in slow motion. The balls' arch into the air, the sort of glittering it did when the sun hit it just right, and its' slow descent toward the ground. He knew how disappointed Harry would be if he just let Longbottoms toy break, and he went into motion, going into a perfect dive towards it. The ball slowly got closer and he stretched his hand out towards it, caught it, and pulled up just in time. He was flying parallel to the ground.

He touched down on the pitch grass and lurched a bit at the sudden feeling of solid ground.

All of the Gryffindors were cheering for him, he realized, when they all came running up to him. Even Granger! Though it seemed more like she was nagging again, if her facial expression was anything to go by.

He was just about to respond to Rons' claims of awesomeness when a voice rang out through the field that made his good go from sky high (about as high up as he had been) to below ground level.

"DANIEL POTTER!"

Hadrian Potter POV

Harry was sitting at a table with Michael Corner and Cho Chang doing his homework while his brother was at the flying lesson. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were having theirs tomorrow morning, and he wasn't really stressing about it. It was just flying, after all. He enjoyed watching Quidditch, but he didn't have any interest in playing it. First years never made it onto house teams anyway.

Cho Chang was helping Michael on his transfiguration practice. Michael had been the only one to not turn his match into a needle, and even though it wasn't homework, he didn't like being behind the other students. Harry had been able to eventually change his match, so he wasn't really worried about it. He was just listening into Cho's advice as he read through his Herbology book.

"Magic isn't necessarily bound to the words, but the force behind them. You are just focusing on the words, not wanting the match to change." She was saying to him, but Michael wasn't really getting it.

"Why can't I do it? I heard that Granger girl got hers on the third try, and Anthony got his on the fourth!" He whined.

Cho was starting to get agitated with Michael as she repeated her previous advice. Harry couldn't blame her, Michael always whined when he didn't get something, and he was always so focused on not being able to do it that he actually couldn't do it.

"You know," he interjected into their conversation "It might just be that you don't think you can do it."

Both Cho and Michael looked at him, Cho with something like relief and Michael with a rising frustration.

"What are you talking about, Harry? I know I can do it! It's just so hard!" Michael whined again.

Harry snapped. "Stop whining about it! It's hard because you are being so negative about it!"

Michael glared at him. "Don't snap at me, Potter. You just barely managed to do it anyway."

Harry rolled his eyes and started to pack his stuff up. He would do better studying at the library, anyway. He tried to pretend Michael's words didn't affect him, but it wasn't really working.

It had taken Harry a fairly large amount of time to perform the simple spell. He had been the last one able to do it, and it probably shouldn't bother him as much as it did. He tried to forget about it and say it was a one-time thing, but even Neville had been able to do it before Harry.

As Harry stepped through the door out of the common room, he almost ran into Granger, the resident genius of Gryffindor.

A lot of the Ravenclaws were either respectful or jealous of her, but Harry mainly felt sorry for her. Apparently a lot of the Gryffindors teased her, along with the Slytherins.

She blinked at him, and said "You're Hadrian Potter, right?" After Harry nodded, she continued. "Professor Dumbledore wants to see you," and she started to turned around to leave, but Harry wasn't going to let her get away that easy.

"Why does Dumbledore want to see me? Am I in trouble for something?"

She turned back around to face him, and she stuck her nose up in the air. "No, you aren't in trouble. It's your no-good brother. I told him not to do it, but he did anyway."

Harry was surprised at this information. Not because his brother was in trouble, but because Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about it. Dumbledore had basically ignored Harry his entire life, why would he stop now?

"Okay. Where's Dumbledore's office?"

She sighed and left. Harry assumed she was leading him there, and followed her. Apparently she didn't feel up to talking. That was fine with Harry. He wasn't much of a talker anyway.

They went down a couple of hallways and down a pair of stairs until they reached a gargoyle statue.

"The password is 'Licorice Wands'," when she said that, the gargoyle opened up to reveal a spiral staircase. "I think everyone involved has gathered inside already, so hurry." With that, she turned and left. Harry thought she seemed rather tetchy and short-tempered, but he would be too if he spent every moment in the presence of Gryffindor females.

He went up the stairs, which were a lot longer than one would think. Eventually he reached a door and knocked three times. A very old yet cheerful voice called out and told him to enter, and so he did. Harry blinked when he saw the gathered crowd of people.

There was Madame Hooch, looking rather mad about something, and that something was probably why Harry was here. There was Professor McGonagall and Uncle Severus, who both looked upset about something. And there was Harrys' father and mother, though he had absolutely no idea why they would be called into school already.

Finally, there was Draco and Daniel, who were glaring daggers at each other, likely blaming each other for whatever happened. Hadrian internally sighed. Of course this would be about their stupid little rivalry.

Dumbledore looked up at him through his half-moon glasses and smiled. Hadrian privately thought he looked far too cheerful for the occasion.

"Ah, Mr. Hadrian. Please come in." Harry obeyed, and walked over to the couch that his parents were sitting on. There wasn't enough room for him to sit down, so he just stood next to his mother. Nobody else greeted him, but his father did turn and give him a smile before focusing his attention back on the old headmaster at the desk.

"Now that everyone is here, I will tell you what I have gathered you here for." Dumbledore started, still seeming way too happy if two of his students were in trouble. And it was probably a fairly large amount of trouble, too, if he had gathered the family of one of the offenders.

There was also a blatant show of favoritism, seeing as Draco didn't have any family gathered in the room, accept for his and Harrys' godfather.

Dumbledore started again. "I'm sure that everyone in this room is already aware of Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoys' ongoing feud. Now, it is not an uncommon thing for two children to have a rivalry like this. I daresay there is one in every year here at Hogwarts, and there always has been." Here he looked at my father and godfather with amusement in his eyes. They both shifted uncomfortably. "And many times this rivalry leads to potentially dangerous situations." He once more looked at my father and Uncle Severus, and Sev glared at my father with an intensity he usually reserved for Sirius Black. "However, I believe this is far too soon in the school year for these kinds of things. Don't you agree, boys?" He looked at my brother and Draco.

Daniel was shifting uncomfortably at the looks that were being thrown at them from all around the room, but Draco didn't look uncomfortable at all.

"Well, Professor, this isn't my fault at all. Potter here was the one who decided to start a fight with me. All I was doing was looking at Longbottoms' Remembrall-"

"That's not true and you know it, Malfoy!" Daniel interrupted. McGonagall, father, Draco, and Severus all glared at him. Dumbledore actually started humming and twiddling his thumbs.

"It doesn't matter who started it," my dad said to Daniel. "What matters is that you both almost got hurt in the process. I am not happy about being called to the Headmasters office during the first month of school, Daniel." Their mother just nodded beside him. She didn't look happy, either, but she wasn't going to get involved in that discussion. Instead, she asked Dumbledore what exactly happened.

"I'm glad you asked." Madame Hooch spoke up. "These boys thought it would be a good idea to go flying without supervision after I specifically said for the students not to touch their brooms."

Father looked at her and said, "And that was a cause for my wife and I to come to the school?"

"It wouldn't be, if it weren't for the fact that your son did a one hundred and fifty foot dive to catch the object he is still holding in his hand."

Harrys' jaw dropped. He couldn't believe this! Was his brother really so stupid as to dive from that height for a stupid ball?

McGonagall turned toward Daniel and demanded to see the Remembrall, and he weakly handed it to her. She held up the object so that everyone in the room could see it, and Harry couldn't stop his surprise (no matter how mad he currently is). The ball was almost completely see-through! Did his brother really catch that in the middle of a dive?

His father seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "How did you catch that?"

Madame Hooch interrupted him, though. "Don't make this out to be some sort of accomplishment! This was a serious risk to your son!"

Harry's mother nodded her agreement. "You can't do things like this, Daniel. It's too dangerous." Harry was in shock. This was the first time his mother had ever expressed any sort of worry for one of her children. Or anyone for that matter! Harry was actually kind of jealous that his mother would be worried about Daniel, but she probably wouldn't have even showed up if Harry had done this.

McGonagall asked "What do you want us to do about this, Headmaster Dumbledore? These two have been fighting since they stepped foot into Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore nodded. "Precisely why I called you all here. We cannot allow this despicable behavior to continue. It is one thing to have a rivalry, but this is completely unacceptable."

My father nodded. "I completely agree. Daniel, you can't just do whatever you like. Especially not if it is putting you in danger."

My godfather looked at Daniel and my father and said softly, "He was also endangering other students, Mr. Potter. I know you don't have much regard for children other than your own, but…"

My father turned to look at Severus so fast I was worried his head would snap. "I do care for other children, but the one we are gathered here to talk about is mine. Seeing as you couldn't care less about him, I wonder why you are even here."

Severus smirked softly. "I am here to represent one of my godchildren in place of his parents. You know, the one your precious son almost injured."

Now, Harry liked to think he knew his brother well, and Harry definitely knew that Daniel had an impressive temper, but he had no idea his brother was as impudent as to butt himself in to a conversation between two adults that already disliked each other!

"I didn't do anything to Malfoy! He-"

"Daniel!" My father cut him off and gave him a small glare. I kind of felt bad for my brother. My father only glares when he really means it, and Draco had probably started it. Father then turned to Dumbledore again. "I can assure you, he will never do anything this stupid again, Professor. Even if I have to withdraw him from the school."

Draco's eyes lit up in glee at idea of the famous Daniel Potter getting withdrawn from school by his parents for safety concerns.

Dumbledore looked my father in the eye and said, "I don't think it will come to that, James my boy. But I need to know he won't be disobeying a teacher like this again."

Something in the way he said that bothered me. Why did he say disobeying a teacher when there were more serious things wrong with what he had done?

My father nodded at Dumbledore. "Understood sir."

Dumbledore nodded and looked back to Daniel. "Then everyone may leave."

All three of the teachers left, and Draco did too. But I stayed with my family in hopes that I would get to talk to them a little bit. I would never admit it to any of my fellow students, but I had missed them a lot.

Luckily my hopes were not in vain. As soon as the rest of the people had cleared out, Dumbledore stood up and said "I can see you want some time with your children, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Take all of the time you need." He then disappeared up some stairs, which probably lead to his living quarters.

When he left, my brother turned to my dad and started to sniffle. He apologized repeatedly for breaking the rules and begged them not to make him go back home. It surprised everyone in the office, even I, who knew how much he had been looking forward to coming to Hogwarts.

My father's anger seemed to crumble in the face of my brothers' potential tears, and he gave my brother a hug. My mother stood to the background, looking as awkward as I felt.

"Don't worry, son. I won't take you out of school as long as you don't do anything dangerous like that again. Do you realize how scared I was when I got the summons from Dumbledore? I thought you had been hurt!"

He let Daniel go and Daniel tried to pull himself together. My father turned away from him so as not to damage my twins' pride even more. He turned to me and gave me that smile that always made me feel like I was just as important as Daniel.

"Come here, Harry!" he said and scooped me into a hug, just as he had done for Daniel a second ago. He put me down and looked me over, his eyes staying on the Ravenclaw insignia on my robe for a second longer than normal. "Ravenclaw, huh? Always knew you were smarter than all of us average Gryffindors!"

I felt better now that I heard my dad say something good about my house, but I couldn't help the feeling that he had been hoping I would be a Gryffindor just like most of our family.

We spent around half an hour together, just talking about school, before my father sighed and said he had to get back to work. They both floo'ed out and my brother and I were left in a stony silence. We had mostly ignored each other during the conversation, just like we had been doing since they had been sorted, but it seemed it was time to get over this stupid feud that seemed to have emerged in my brothers' head.

Harry privately thought he would be glad when it was over. He had missed his brother, just a little bit.

CHAPTER END

AN: Hello Readers! I have finally finished this chapter, and I am personally very proud of it (except for the ending). I have been working on it for two weeks, after all. So, next time we get to see Hadrian and Daniel either make up or officially start a big fight. Depends on my mood.

See you next time!