A/N: Hey everyone, hope you enjoy...sorry its a bit short, I'll try harder next time
Harry led the rest of the first-year Slytherins out onto the field where Madam Hooch and the Gryffindors were waiting.
“About time,” Ron muttered causing Harry to frown. Harry walked and stood next to Ron.
“Hello Ron,” he said smiling. “How are you?”
Ron glared at him and sneered, “Why do you want to know?”
Harry shrugged, “Just wondering. You know Slytherins aren’t as evil as you make them out to be.”
“Sure,” Ron sneered. “And You-Know-You was a kitten.”
Harry chuckled, “No mate, he definitely was not a kitten.”
“I’m not your mate,” Ron snarled.
“Everyone place your hand over your broom and say “up”!” Madam Hooch instructed.
“Up,” Harry commanded and the broom jumped into his hand, the only other person to get it up on the first try was Draco and the brothers winked at each other. Ron scowled at Harry and Harry suggested, “Try saying it with a little more force, you have to let the broom know that your boss.”
Ron looked skeptical but he tried it anyway. To his surprise it flew nicely into his hand. He smiled slightly at Harry before returning to his usual scowl.
“Alright everyone on my whistle! One, two…”
Everyone stared in shock as Neville Longbottom rose in the air, screaming.
“Mr. Longbottom come down here this instant!” Madam Hooch yelled.
“He doesn’t know how,” Harry thought desperately. Harry tightened his grip on his broom and took off.
“MR. POTTER!” Madam Hooch shrieked. “WHAT IN MERLIN’S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
Harry flew after Neville as he began to slip off the broom. Neville’s hand left the broom and he started to fall. Harry went into a dive and his hand closed on Neville’s wrist. Neville looked up in shock only to see the vivid green eyes of the Slytherin boy. “Don’t worry, I got you!” Harry shouted. Harry slowly lowered him to the ground before dropping him a foot from the ground. The entire class, including the Slytherin’s cheered.
“MR. POTTER!” Madam Hooch shrieked, “NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER IN ALL MY YEAR HAVE I SEEN ANYONE DO SOMETHING SO RECKLESS! YOU’RE COMING WITH ME! AND THE REST OF YOU I DON’T WANT TO SEE ONE BROOM IN THE AIR OR YOU’LL BE OUT OF HOGWARTS BEFORE YOU CAN SAY QUIDDITCH!”
Harry looked towards the ground as he followed her towards the castle. She decided he was going to slow and grabbed him by the scruff of his robes, “Ow!” he protested. She paid no attention to his protests and continued muttering about recklessness all the way down to the dungeons. She banged on the door to the potions classroom and interrupted Snape’s fifth year class. He rose an eyebrow and said,
“What could be so important that you have to interrupt my lesson?”
Madam Hooch started in on his disciplinary problem and what happened on the quidditch pitch. Snape’s eyes seemed to light up at the mention of a dive to catch the falling boy.
“I see nothing wrong with him saving another boy’s life,” Snape drawled.
“Saving another boy’s life!” Madam Hooch shrieked. “He nearly killed both of them!”
“Surely you are exaggerating,” Snape responded. “I will deal with Potter.”
Madam Hooch glared at the Potions Master and stormed out of the room. “Flint stay behind, the rest of you, leave us.”
“Yes professor,” Flint asked coming up to him.
“You are in need of a seeker are you not?” Snape asked examining Harry.
“Yes sir,” Flint responded.
“Potter will fill the position of seeker,” Snape decided.
“WHAT?!” the two boys spluttered.
“You heard me,” Snape responded and turned to leave. Flint stared at Harry after the man had left.
“You better catch that snitch Potter,” he growled. Harry smiled slightly. “First practice is Thursday at seven, don’t be late.” The fifth year boy swept out of the classroom leaving a very bewildered first year behind.
“What just happened?” Harry thought. “Did Severus seriously just make me Seeker? He’s never even seen me fly!”
“Potter is there a reason you are still here?” the drawling voice of Snape asked.
Harry smirked, “Sorry Professor, just lost in thought.” Harry began to leave when Snape spoke again,
“Calais…” Harry turned at the mention of his Malfoy name.
“I hear you’re a magnificent flier,” Snape smirked. “You better keep the Cup in my office and don’t make me regret this decision.”
Harry smirked, “Yes sir.”
“Now get out of my sight,” Snape drawled. Harry hurried out of the room only to be bombarded with questions from the first year Slytherin boys.
“What happened?” Blaise Zabini asked.
“Yeah Cal,” Gregory Goyle asked, “What happened.”
Harry looked at Draco with a triumphant smirk on his face, “I’m the new Slytherin Seeker.”
Draco’s eyes bulged, “Leave it to Snape to reward us for our wrongdoings!”
Harry laughed. “Not that it was wrong,” Draco added, “I’m beginning to like your whole end of the feud thing.” The others laughed.
“I agree,” Zabini responded. “Life’s so much better without enemies!” Harry laughed.
Later that day Neville came up to Harry and said, “Erm, Potter, I wanted to thank you…”
“No need, Neville,” Harry responded. “And please call me Harry, or Cal.”
“Cal?” Neville asked.
Harry laughed, “Don’t ask.”
“I guess I won’t then,” Neville said smiling.
“OY NEVILLE!” a voice said behind them. The two turned to see Ron Weasley.
“Hey Ron,” Neville said. Harry nodded at the Gryffindor boy.
“Hey Potter,” Ron said stiffly, “Listen I might have underestimated you, that was…”
Harry smirked, “I see.” Ron allowed a smile to play on his face. “Friends?”
“Friends,” Ron agreed shaking Harry’s hand.
“I’ll see you later then, Gryffindor,” Harry stated.
“Later Slytherin,” Ron responded leaving with Neville.
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