I tied my hair into a ponytail and stepped forward, ready to face whatever creature Hagrid had in store for the Gryfindor's today.

Two weeks had passed since the epic Gryfindor party, and I had made a pact with myself that I wouldn't spend my sixth year afraid and jealous of James, his crew, and Steph.

I could do what I want, and no one was going to stop me. So here I was with the Ravenclaw's and my Gryfindor comrades, ready to face the challenges of this fine October day.

I took a deep breath of cool, crisp autumn air and watched as slanted sunlight dappled the clearing, orange and yellow leaves swirling across a stunning sky.

A smile spread across my face as a red leave swept in the breeze landed in my hair, perched upon my scalp like a hat. I always felt most at ease with nature, and right now I never wanted the weather to end.

Suddenly Hagrid popped his head out the window of his hut.

"Alright class! Be prepared for today's creature. I'm going to go get some of the food I want ya' to feed it, so hang tight for one second." Hagrid said, wiping some dirt off his pants before disappearing into his garden.

While Hagrid got whatever he was getting I bent down and tied my shoe, ignoring the snickers that came from James and his crew. Lately he had been extremely snobby, even more than usual if that's possible.

I glanced over and tried to make eye contact with Steph but she was holding hands with James; we were officially in a fight over me not putting James on the team, and to be honest I was desperately wanting my best friend back.

It wasn't like I put James out of the team on purpose; there was just better players and I went back and forth with my decision for hours. How could Steph think I'd be so shallow and inconsiderate?

Besides, the team had won all three games without him this season, so Steph was a fine one to talk about my bad decision making.

At least I had Gwen, who was on my side of the arguement. Right now she was with her Ravenclaw boyfriend Kane, and watching her smile and laugh with him I felt my insides tighten.

Why couldn't we all just forget about boys for a while?

As I just finished double knotting my shoe Hagrid emerged from his garden carrying a sack labeled "ATTRA GRAIN." Interested I stood up and watched as he opened the bag and spilled the contents onto the ground before facing us.

"Now," he said, rubbing his hands together. "This sure is somethin' special. I need you all to form a circle behind me and stay incredibly quiet and still, okay?"

Hagrid stared at us with beady eyes and we nodded our heads in unison before getting behind him. When we were all in a safe tight circle Hagrid took a handful of grain and let out a long, low whistle that sent chills down my spine.

He did this twice, and I didn't notice the creature until I heard a Ravenclaw named Jane gasp, and I turned my head to where the most beautiful thing I've maybe ever seen appeared in front of Hagrid.

Two breath-taking figures emerged from the trees. They had the shape of slim, Arabian horses, except one of the creatures was made out of fire, and the other was made out of ice.

The first creature, which was eagerly sniffing the ground for food, was a bright red and had a mane full of flowing fire, flames swirling its tail and hooves. The other creature was blue with ice creeping like ivy around its legs and hooves, while snow flurries made up it's tail and mane.

Peeling my eyes away from the creatures I turned to Hagrid, astonished.

"Attra horses," Hagrid whispered, his eyes following the beautiful creatures. "There official names are Contrariorum Attrahunt, Latin for opposites attract." He stopped as the fire Attra flicked its head backwards, its mane releasing sparks of fire.

When the Attra had relaxed Hagrid turned to us again. "Since the name is so long we just call them Attra horses for short, pronounced a-tar-a. They originated from Arabia but migrated to England when wizards forced them back here in the 1800's.

The fire Attra, or formally called the Ignis, which is Latin for fire, is the hot headed, impulsive, adventurous, social Atrra, and the least dangerous. This Attra ignites fairly easily so you must be careful you don't harm it.

Meanwhile the Ice Attra, or the Glacies, which is Latin for ice, is the complete opposite. This Attra is cool-headed, thoughtful, and extremely socially awkward and doesn't trust others. This Attra is also the one that will most likely kill you, so you must be very careful around them."

Hagrid's eyes narrowed at Mack, who was sheepishly looking at the ground, remembering how he got his broken arm by trying to ride a Feathered Cocktranquil last year.

Hagrid quieted his voice as the Ice Attra stomped her foot on the ground, spreading ice across the ground. "If you aren't you could be extremely injured and killed. Hogwarts only has two pairs of these in the Forbidden Forest.

You can only ride one if you wear this special suit that I'm about to pass out to all of you. Follow me, slowly."

The group followed Hagrid slowly into his cabin, where we all whispered with excitement as we got into our suits (thin, protective gear that was in sections; coat, glove, hat, and boots) and then crept back outside again.

Suddenly Hagrid patted his pocket and said huskily, "nobody move, I forgot the food. I'll be right back." He then disappeared back into his cabin, leaving us alone with the Attra's.

I straightened my gloves, musing myself with the memory that as a small child I used to take horseback riding lessons, when James let out a whistle and crept towards the Attra, hands outstretched.

I was about to scream at him to get back when the Ice Attra suddenly let out a cry and bucked James onto her back and flew away in a flurry of snow, James screaming all the way.

Heart racing I rushed forward, ignoring the gasps from my classmates and Steph's desperate cry of "JAMES!" and jumped onto the Fire Attra before kicking its side, and taking off into the sky with James.

I guess this time I'd have to be the hero.