A LUPIN, A BLACK AND A POTTER: GOES TO HOGWARTS
Weeks went by and before Harry knew it, it was time for the flying lessons. It was at the breakfast table when Hedwig and Aries (the Lovegood owl) flew in and landed in front of Harry and Neville. Harry reached out and grabbed the letter, while Hedwig began to eat his bacon. Dear Harry Life at the Moonlight Manor is boring without you and Hermione, Selene is bugging me constantly with pleas to play house it’s annoying. Tristan is no better he’s going through a terrible stage where everything gets spelled into blue rabbits. Uncle Padfoot told me when he was Tristan's age he used to spell any object of his mothers into a pink toad. Speaking of pink toads Umbridge visited our house last week, she was trying to find away to strip mum’s and dad’s custody of us, however she couldn’t find a fault, Fudge is still trying to get into our good books to make up for that. Apparently Umbridge has witnessed a nasty werewolf attack when she was ten and now she hates all werewolves. Personally I think she’s just being vile. Uncle Padfoot got his revenge for Moony by spelling Umbridge’s cardigan to say I love werewolves on the back… at least I think it was Uncle Padfoot… Good luck with you flying lesson and whatever you do, DO NOT EXECPT MALFOYS CHALLNGE FOR A DUEL!! Love Lu Neville opened the small package that his owl dropped off and gasped. “What is it?” Hermione asked from behind Qudditch through the ages. “Xeno sent Marianne’s rememball. Apparently she was planning on giving it to me to help memorise things for exams” Neville smiled blissfully “ask me a question Hermione” Hermione looked thoughtful “what is my favourite colour?” Both Harry and Ron choked “Mione no one knows that” they said “I told Neville once” Neville screwed his face up in concentration his rememball turned scarlet, he looked at it thoughtfully and the grinned. “Silver because it reminds you of your dad’s eyes” Hermione smiled and nodded. “You all right Nev?” Harry asked the pale boy. “I’m fine Harry it’s just that I haven’t ridden a broom since Marianne’s death” Harry nodded and concentrated on Madam Hooch lecturing Malfoy on how to sit on a broom correctly. “Now on the count of three I want you to hover for a few minutes” Madam Hooch said her eyes flickering across them. “One….two…th- Neville kicked off quickly, slowly he was going higher and higher, then the broom began to move side to side abruptly as if it was trying to shake Neville off, it succeeded Neville tumbled off. He landed on his wrist; he heard the crack loud and clear and bit his lip so he wouldn’t whimper. “You all right boy?” Madam Hooch helped him up; he could smell her perfume it was so similar to Marianne, the only mother he knew. “I think I broke my wrist” Neville mumbled “I’m sorry; the broom must have been infested with Nargles” Madam Hooch stared at him “poor boy must have a concussion as well” she muttered “right stay there and if I see a single broom in the air the person riding it will be expelled before they could say Qudditch” Draco Malfoy picked up a small glass ball that he saw Longbottom unwrap earlier this morning, he grinned. “Look what Longbottom dropped” he said to his fellow Slytherins. “Maybe I should put it somewhere were the incompetent fool could find it. How about a tree?” “Give it here Malfoy” Potter snarled Draco smirked “come and get it” he straddled his broom and kicked off flying fifty feet up in the air Potter flew after him. “I won’t say it again Malfoy give me Neville’s rememball back” “Catch” Draco snarled throwing the glass ball I hop it breaks Draco thought bitterly before heading down to the ground. He watched as McGonagall dragged Potter towards Hogwarts. I hope he gets expelled…no you don’t…and what do you know? I’m you! I know a lot! You’re just jealous that Longbottom and Potter despite being orphans have wonderful loving families while your mother and father couldn’t give a toss…yeah right… It was dinner and Draco went to talk to Potter, he’ll try to apologise, try was the keyword though. “What do you want Malfoy?” Potter said calmly cutting a bit of pie up. “We haven’t finished what we started earlier today Potter” Draco said, he could feel Black glaring at his back. Face it you wish you had a sister or a brother. NO I DON’T! Sure you don’t. “Malfoy just get lost I want to enjoy my dinner in peace” Potter said slipping a piece of pie into his mouth “I want to challenge you to a duel” He watched Potter chew slowly and swallow. “No deal” he said “knowing you, you’d tip of Filch or Snape. Besides neither of us know proper spells yet so what’s the point?” Draco sneered “whatever Potter” he stormed off with Crabbe and Goyle following him. It was late at night and Harry was watching the marauders map for Neville, who hasn’t returned yet. He suddenly spotted Neville’s dot running towards the Gryffindor common room. Soon enough the actual person came in out of breath. “Where have you been mate?” Harry said sitting Neville down on the sofa. “I went to the greenhouses for a bit, then I went to get something to eat at the kitchens, I got a bit lost on my way back and ended up on the third floor corridor… Harry there’s a bloody three headed dog there guarding a trapdoor” Harry’s eyes widen and Neville nodded. “Come on mate you must be exhausted let’s go to bed” Harry pulled Neville towards the dormitory’s listening to Luna’s words over and over again in his head. Early that morning Harry was woken by a tapping sound on his window, he opened the window to let Hedwig in who was carrying a large parcel with a note. Harry CONGRATS!! PRONGS WOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOU BEAT THOSE SNAKES AND WIN US LIONS THE CUP!! The broom is a nimbus two thousand your godfather insisted on getting you the best broom Aw come on Moony, Harry deserves it There was nothing wrong with his comet two sixty See Dora agrees with me Though Harry does deserve a good broom. HA! Why do I bother? Harry you’re uncle and godfather have now gotten into an argument about brooms and pink fluffy toads…don’t ask. Train hard and good luck on your first game. Love Aunt Dora It was Halloween and Sirius came home with Luna, Selene and Tristan from trick or treating. He collapsed onto the sofa and groaned. “Long day love?” Melanie asked looking up from a horror book she was reading “Yes, we went round this side of the country and if Luna had her way we would be in a party somewhere” “Aw poor Sirius” Melanie said rubbing circles on her husbands back “I just hope that Hermione wasn’t attacked by a troll or somethin” Sirius said “I don’t need more stress” Suddenly Remus burst in with an open letter in his hand “Hermione has been attacked by a troll” Melanie sniggered “spoke to soon love”
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