My broom blasted off into the sky. I hugged it, trying to control the broom. I tried not to scream my head off as I tried to slow down the broomstick. 

"Stop it!" I yelled at the broom.

The broom flew around the sky in zigzag patterns, as if it had a mind of its own and it was trying to kick me off. 

"JOHN HELP ME!" I screamed as I almost fell of the broom.

"Accio!" I heard John shout from way below me.

I squeezed the wood, and kept kicking the broom with my feet. My previous broom definitely had never been able to go this fast. I focused my thoughts towards my hands,  Suddenly my hands turned into talons. I gasped, and almost let go of the broom. What the frickity frick-

I used the talons, digging them into the wood. The broom slowed down, and suddenly it was going at a normal speed. My hands turned back to normal. That's when John came up on his broomstick, flying next to me. 

"You okay?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered, staring at the broom which had now slowed to a stop.

"What'd you do to make it listen?" John asked curiously.

"I have no idea," I said, examining my hands.

"Maybe I don't want to try out your broom anymore," John laughed. "Although its faster then any broom I've seen. What's it called?"

I looked around the broom for a label, a name or something. And I found, in gold lettering, that the broom was called 'Rebellion'.

"Rebellion," I said out loud to John.

"That suits it. What does it say here?" John said, moving his broom closer to mine, he leaned over and looked at my broom. "Stay away. Impossible to tame. Dangerous."

"Well, that's a lie," I laughed. 

"Maybe its not HUMANLY possible, but you're a metamorphmagus, maybe your powers helped out?" John guessed.

"We need a nick name for that. I'll just be a meta, instead of Metamo blah blah," I said.

"Sure," John said, smiling at me.

"So, this 'Rebellion' broomstick. I wonder how fast it can go?" I said, grinning at John.

"Race?" John asked.

I spit onto the palm of my hand and held it out towards John. He spit onto his hand, then shook my hand, and we set off to set the rules for our race.

*~*

I flew past John quickly, again. This was our fifth race. Last four races went something like this;

"Woo! I won!" I had shouted.

"You had a head start!" John protested. "Re-match."

The second race;

"Won, again," I had smirked.

"The wind blinded me, and I accidentally slowed down," John said.

Third race.

"A bird distracted me!"

Fourth race.

"That was not fair, my ponytail came out and I messed up."

I now reached the highest tower of Hogwarts again. And a couple moments later John joined me.

"There's no excuses now," I said.

"Fine, you win. But only because its your birthday," John said.

"Sure," I rolled my eyes. 

We flew back towards the courtyard, and I slowly got off of my broom. I slipped on a leaf and stumbled into a large pile of leaves that had been raked to the side of the path.

"Look out!" I heard John shout.

I looked up to see him jump off his broom, and land in the pile of leaves with me.

"You could have smashed me," I gasped, throwing leaves at him.

"If you get leaves in my hair I'll never be able to wash it out," John said.

I only threw more leaves at him.

"As your bodyguard you have to have respect for me!" John complained.

Soon we started a leaf fight. As the leaf fight escalated, John started to run around me and hit me. It was much harder to hit a moving target.

"Its no fair I cant run!" I complained as I got hit with more leaves.

"Then here!" John said, tossing me my broomstick. 

I hoped onto my broom and started to hover in the air. I bent down and grabbed a pile of leaves, then started flying after him on my broom stick, throwing leaves into his hair. I laughed as he tried to chase me around, a big smile on both of our faces. I spun my broomstick around in a sharp turn, and my hair flew in front of my eyes. 

I realized it was all the brightest yellow I had ever seen it. Because I was happiest around John, enjoying time with him. 

He was one of the only things that made me happy. 

That sounded way to cheesy. 

"Guys! Seriously! John, I was waiting for you in the dormitory, and you're out here messing around like a little boy! its almost Curfew!" Hercules said, I hadn't realized he appeared.

"Really?" John said, dropping his pile of leaves and looking at his watch.

"What have you two been doing for the last half a day that time flies by that quickly?" Hercules asked.

"Messing up the courtyard," I shrugged, and I jumped off my broom, landing next to my crutches.

John immediately ran over to help me stand up and grab my crutches. I managed to get up with my crutches, while John grabbed both our brooms. The shiny golden letter that read 'Rebellion' on my broomstick shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Dang, time really had passed by quickly.

I walked slowly into the school, Hercules and John with me. Hercules said good bye to us as he headed down for the Hufflepuff common room near the kitchens. John insisted on accompanying me to the Ravenclaw common room.

We walked together in silence. The hallways of Hogwarts where almost empty, as curfew was soon. The sound of my crutches hitting the ground echoed through the hallway.

"So, today was fun," John said.

"Yeah," I laughed a bit.

"It was fun hanging out with you," John smiled at me as we reached the Ravenclaw common room. 

"Y-yeah it was," I said. "Um, John."

I don't know what came over me. Maybe the setting. Maybe the quiet of us two alone. I just wanted to confess something, I could see my hair was turning a bit pink but I squashed it down to its normal brown.

"Hm?" He asked.

"I um... I- Lik- um, I enjoyed today," I said awkwardly, mentally face palming to myself.

"I wouldn't mind doing another day like it. Anyway, see you Hammy," John said, turning away.

"See you!"

*~*

I decided to test my metamorphmagus skills. Or, meta, skills. I stood in the quiet of the boys dormitory. Everyone else was asleep. It was probably about midnight, I should really get a watch. I took a deep breath, and then imagined my hair a dark Ravenclaw blue. I grabbed a strand of my hair and looked at it. Blue.

I then tried to make some ears appear on my head. I felt around for them. They where there. I pushed them away, then imagined freckles on my face. I stared into a small mirror, and suddenly freckles popped up all over my face. I imagined my hair curly, and there it was. I imagined my eyes a beautiful ocean blue.

A moment later of choosing whatever features appeared on my mind, I was a completely new person. Except... I looked identical to John. Why when I thought of hair, it was his? Eyes, his eyes? Because I- I pushed my thoughts away.

Now lets just hope I can turn back to myself.

I focused on myself, looking into the mirror. I slowly changed back to what I think I used to look like. Once I was back to my normal self some strange feeling washed over me. It was like when I was changed a strange feeling flooded over me, a feeling in the back of my head that I couldn't quite process. I couldn't describe the feeling.

Maybe a feeling like the one you feel when you come home after a long trip. I don't know. But what I do know, is that I can change into different people.... There are so many things I could do with this! Especially because it was still a secret. John didn't even know I could look like other people.

The thought of keeping a secret from John, though, made me feel like there was a pit inside of me. I promised myself to tell him in the morning. Now was the moment of truth.

Could I turn into an animal?

According to John, there was no record of a meta who could- but then again, how would anyone know? If a meta where just to turn into a bird and fly away, its not like any wizards would know. Meta's could disappear without a trace. There was no proof about anything related to what I am. 

First, I imagined myself to look like someone taller then me. Instead of just changing facial features, I imagined my height growing. I could tell it was working, as the strange feeling stretched over me. I looked at myself in the mirror. If I could gain height, could I loose height? could I become as small as a bird?

I shrank down, but I couldn't make myself go smaller then about three inches shorter then my normal height. Same with growing in height, no more then three inches. I mean, there had to be a limit to my power, so I was not surprised.

I ended up only being able to change things like my mouth and nose and hands into animal parts. Plus things on my head. I could change my mouth into a beak, or add antlers to my head, but nothing more.

I was satisfied.

I had a special ability, and now I knew more about it. Now I could make myself look like Thomas and play on the Gryffindor team and purposefully fail. Now I could freak out John. I could make Peggy suddenly have a identical twin! The possibilities where endless.

For the first time, I think I was happy about what I was born with. I was not just born into a poor family, and everyone died. Not the unfortunate orphan who robbed things. now I was born with a power not many other wizards had. I went back over towards my bed and laid down. I wonder what John thinks of my powers. I hope he likes me still. Nothing matters more to me then John's friendship.

He's everything to me.

That was really cheesy.