Y/Ns POV

A couple of days have passed, and we were all sitting in the Great Hall having lunch. Harry and Ron were having a conversation about God knows what, and me and Hermione were both reading out of the same book.

Well, that was until we noticed Seamus trying to cast a spell. I looked to Ron and asked "what is he doing?"

"Hes trying to turn water into rum, he actually managed to make a nice tea until-"

We never got to hear the rest of Ron's explanation as it was cut off by a loud explosion.

Seamus's hair was all over the place and he was all covered in smoke.

"Seamus, why does everything you come into contact with explode?" i asked jokingly

"Shove off L/N" Seamus replied with a strange sort of grunt sound.

Everyone went back to what they were doing before when suddenly, a flock of owls came flying through the great hall to drop off mail and packages to the students.

O/N, my uncles owl dropped a letter into my hand. I opened the letter and began to read

A/N: O/N: Owl Name

Dear Y/N,

Hello there,

I hope you are having a great time at Hogwarts so far. I have recently received word from the Ministry of Magic and unfortunately, I will have to go into work for a while. Nothing to worry about, just normal business as usual.

I also haven't received any word that you have gotten into trouble as of late so that is a good thing! Make sure to keep it that way.

(Yeah no)

Anyways, I hope you are having a great time and I will see you towards the end of the year.

Love from Uncle Thomas

It was a nice feeling to get a letter from my Uncle, I was a little concerned on him having to go back into work for a bit but I guess that's the job of an Auror at the Ministry.

I looked over to see what everyone else had received from the mail. Neville had received a package from his grandmother.

"What did you get Neville?" I asked him

"It's a Remembrall!" Neville exclaimed. It was a glass ball that was very small, and was filled with cloudy smoke almost like some sort of crystal ball. "Gran knows I forget things- this tells you if there is something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this," he began to demonstrate. "And it turns red- oh...". The white smoke had now changed to a scarlet color. "You've forgotten something... only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten!" He finished.

"That's pretty cool!" I replied.

At that moment, a certain self centered git reached from behind Neville and took the object from his grasp. Harry jumped out of his seat and demanded that Malfoy give back his Rememberall.

Luckily, Professor McGonagall came over from behind Malfoy and his band of clowns. "What's going on?" She asked Neville.

"Malfoy's got my Rememberall, Professor."

Malfoy dropped the Rememberall back onto the table.

"Just looking" he said with a smug tone, then stalked away with his henchmen.

God, I despise that prick.

"Hey guys, someone's broken into Gringotts, listen" Harry said as he proceeded to read the article he had in his hand. "Believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insisted that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied that same day." That's odd, it's the vault Hagrid and I went to."

"That is quite suspicious." I replied "but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about mate!"

When lunch ended, we all made our way to the training grounds for our first ever flying lesson. I was very excited for the class because we would be flying on a broomstick for the first time. I read a lot about it so I was very prepared for the lesson.

Unfortunately, our class would be shared with the Slytherins. Which meant an entire hour to spend with Malfoy. Wonderful.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins lined up with the brooms on the ground. After we were all lined up, a woman with short grey hair and the eyes of a hawk arrived. This was Madam Hooch, the flying instructor.

"Good afternoon class" Madam Hooch addressed the class.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." We all responded out of instinct.

Madam Hooch came down the line and instructed us to step to the left side of our brooms with our right hands and say , "UP!"

Hermione's POV

Harry stood next to me with his hand over his broom and said "Up" only once. To my surprise, the broom flew straight into his hand. Malfoy did the same and like Harry's, it flew straight into his hand.

I looked down at my broom and said with my hand out, "Up. Up. Up. Up!" I was starting to get really mad as I kept repeating myself to no avail.

"Hey, Mione." Y/N who stood on my left, called to me. I saw that his broom was in his hand. He put his broom down onto the ground and looked at me. "Try to clear your mind and close your eyes." I did what he said and closed my eyes. "The key is to concentrate, just focus on the broom and nothing else."

I shouted, "Up!" and felt something fly into my hand. I opened my eyes and saw the broomstick in my hand. I looked to Y/N and thanked him with a smile of joy as he smiled in return while looking down and blushing.

Ron was the last Gryffindor in line and managed to get his broom up but instead of flying into his hand, the broom whacked him right on the nose, causing everyone to laugh. Everyone mounted their brooms as Madam Hooch continued to instruct.

"Now once you've got ahold of your broom, I want you to mount it and grip it tight, you do not want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady and touch back down. On my whistle....3....2...." before the whistle could be blown, Neville's broomstick suddenly lifted off the ground and took off in the air.

"Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch yelled at him. "Come down this instant!"

Neville was freaking out as he took a spin around the training grounds. He then flew past a statue with a sharp spear, which caught his cloak and caused him to flip off the broom, his cloak was caught in a torch which made Neville fall out of his cloak and onto the ground.

What a dreadful sequence of events.

"Everyone out of the way!" Hooch cried as she made her way towards Neville, who held up his wrist. "Oh dear, a broken wrist." As she stood up with Neville she said, "Everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing, Understand?" "If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch!" She then took Neville to the infirmary.

Y/Ns POV

"Did you see his face?" An annoying voice sniggered from the Slytherin group. "Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered not to fall on his fat arse." Draco laughed with his gorillas as he held the Rememberall in his hands. He must have picked it up off the ground where Neville fell.

Harry stepped up to Malfoy and held out his hand "Give it here Malfoy!"

It only caused him to smirk which really pissed me off.

"Give it back you prick, it doesn't belong to you!" I stood up next to Harry.

"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Malfoy then mounted his broom and flew above the others. "How about the roof?" "What's the matter, Potter, L/N? Bit beyond your reach?" He taunted both of us.

Me and Harry had just about enough of this twat and were about to fly up and teach him a lesson until,

"Harry, Y/N, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides you both don't know how to fly." Hermione told us.

She was right, I didn't know how to fly yet. I would probably just make a fool of myself.

Harry ignored her warning and took off after Draco.

"What. An. Idiot"

Harry's POV

I flew up to Malfoy's level and yelled out, "Give it here Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Is that so? The blonde git said "have it your way then!" He chucked the ball and I took off after it. It flew in the way of the towers, but somehow I managed to catch the Rememberall. I flew back down after Malfoy and found most of the students, mainly the Gryffindors cheering for me.

"That was wicked, Harry" "Good job, Harry" and "That was bloody amazing, mate!" Were some of the things I heard as I reached the ground.

"Harry Potter" a voice called out to the class, revealing itself to be Professor McGonagall. She must have seen me flying. "Follow me" she commanded. Before I followed I tossed Y/N the Rememberall to give back to Neville and caught a glance at him smirking at and flipping off Malfoy.

I was only trying to help. I really hope I don't go back to the Dursley's.

We surprisingly stopped outside of Professor Quirrell's classroom. I could tell because I could hear him stuttering about vampires and whatever the hell else he talks about.

I was told to wait outside as she went in.

"Professor Quirrell, could I borrow Wood for a moment please?"

Okay, now I'm confused. Who is Wood?

Quirrell excused whoever the hell Wood is and continued his lecture. A boy came out of the classroom and the door closed behind him.

"Potter this is Oliver Wood." McGonagall said as she redirected her attention to the other boy. "Wood, I have found you a seeker!"

Wait, I'm not getting expelled?

Y/Ns POV

Its been a couple of hours since Harry was taken away by McGonagall and I was worried for my friend. Me and Hermione gave Neville his Rememberall back in the infirmary and he thanked us for it. We were now currently in the courtyard and Hermione was giving me a "lecture" on the dangers of flying.

"That could have been you, you could have been expelled!" She scolded me while waving her hands around to try and prove her point.

"I mean, I could have rode a broomstick and had an amazing time, but somebody had to ruin the fun." I joked which earned me a slight smack to the head.

We continued to converse until we saw Harry come out into the courtyard with Ron straggling behind.

"How did it go with McGonagall?" I asked

"It...wasn't what I was expecting" he replied

"It went brilliant actually! He's been made the seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team! The youngest seeker in over a century according to McGonagall!"

"No way? That's incredible!" I exclaimed

"Well done Harry!" Fred and George Weasley said as they came up to us.

"Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters" Ron continued.

"Our job is to make sure you don't get bloodied up too badly." George said. "Can't make any promises of course. Rough game, Quidditch is."

"Brutal!" Fred continued. "But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally..."

"But they'll turn up in a month or two!!"

"I'm not too sure about it" Harry said worryingly

"Oh come on Harry Quidditch is great. The best game there is!" Ron said as we walked alongside them.

"Ron, I've never played Quidditch, what if I make a fool of myself?" Harry said

"I'm sure you won't make a fool of yourself mate" I said "if you can ride a broom like that for the first time, Quidditch will be smooth sailing!"

"He's right you know, you won't make a fool of yourself" Hermione said coming out of nowhere. "It's in your blood" she said motioning for us to follow her.

She then led us to a trophy case and pointed to a plaque of Quidditch players. I took a look at the names on the plaque.

"JAMES POTTER, SEEKER."

"Whoa" Ron gasped in amazement. "Harry, you never told me your dad was a seeker, too"

"I-I didn't know." He managed to stutter out

I continued to look at all the different names on the Gryffindor plaque alongside Harry's dad until I took notice of one in particular. I stood in shock as I saw the name:

"STEVEN L/N, CHASER"

"Hey Y/N, are you all right?" Hermione asked me

I just pointed to what I was looking at and they all looked in the same amount of shock as I did.

"What! Your dad was a Quidditch player too?" Ron asked me in shock.

"I'm just as stunned as you are." I replied

"Our dads must have known each other." Harry said breaking me out of my gaze.

"I guess they did mate." I replied back slinging my arm over his shoulder as we continued to smile at the large trophy standing before us.

—-

Soon after, the four of us made our way back to the Gryffindor common room.

After the revelation that my father played Chaser for Gryffindor when he was in school, I couldn't believe it! I should look into Quidditch some more and maybe I could try out for the team someday. With Harry now on the team, I could attend a few matches.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky. She knows more about you than you do." I heard Ron's voice breaking me out of my daze.

"Who doesn't" Harry replied

"I mean Harry is pretty famous around here, and I'm sure those muggles you live with kept you in the dark for quite some time, anyone would know all about you" I replied

Harry had told me all about his Aunt and Uncle he lives with and all the things they've done to him. I'm honestly surprised that he hasn't lost his cool towards them yet.

Hermione wasn't paying attention to us and was in her own state of mind as we continued walking up the stairs when suddenly, the same stairs decided to change direction without a warning beforehand. We all grabbed onto the railings for dear life.

"What's happening?" Harry shouted.

"The stairs move, remember?" I explained.

The stairs eventually stopped and led to another corridor. "Let's go this way." Harry said.

"Quick, before the staircases move again!" Ron followed up.

The four of us went up the stairs into a dark corridor. A very mysterious, eerie, and quiet corridor.

"Does anyone feel like....we shouldn't be here?" Harry spoke with a small ounce of uneasiness in his voice.

"We're not supposed to be here" Hermione replied "it's the third floor, it's forbidden."

"We should probably go, unless we want to die a most painful death." I said, reciting the words of Professor Dumbledore from the first day.

Suddenly, we all heard a meow and turned to see a cat, the red eyes on the feline were gazing into our very souls.

"Dammit, that's Filches cat" I said.

"Run!" Ron shouted.

We all rushed down the corridor as more torches sprang to life until we reached a mysterious door.

"Quick!, let's hide behind that door!" Harry said pointing to the door.

As he grabbed the handle and tried to turn, it didn't move an inch.

"It's locked!" He concluded.

"That's it, we're done for! This is the end!" Ron cried out in worry.

"Oh move over!" Hermione and I said to the others, we aimed our wands at the lock and muttered. "Alohomora."

The door unlocked and we entered the room quickly.

"Alohomora?" Ron questioned us.

"Chapter 7, Standard Book of Spells" Hermione and I said in unison as we smiled at each other.

"It's a standard lock picking spell" I followed up

The door locked behind us and we waited for a bit until Filch rounded the corner with Ms. Norris.

"Anyone here, my sweet?" An unpleasant voice said, followed by a meow. "Come on"

"Filch is gone." Hermione said in relief.

"Probably thought the door was locked" Ron said.

"It was locked." She said in anger

"And for good reason" Harry said with a touch of fear.

"Why?" Ron and Hermione asked

"Because...there may or may not be a three headed dog in front of us right now." I said.

Yes, there was a three headed dog sitting in the middle of the room. It must have been sleeping because it woke up to the sound of our voices. As the dog came to us it growled ferociously at us, showing off its sharpened fangs in the process.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" we all screamed and bolted out the door.

It took all four of us to close and lock the door. It took a while but we somehow managed to do it.

We then dashed away as I felt a hand grab mine. Which revealed itself as Hermione's, she must have grabbed it out of fear in response to the dog trying to kill us.

Oddly enough, it felt pretty nice to hold her hand.

We ran, and ran until we finally reached Gryffindor tower. As luck would have it, the Fat Lady had returned from her midnight stroll and allowed us access to enter after I yelled the password at her.

"PIG SNOUT, PIG SNOUT"

The portrait swung open, and we collapsed onto some armchairs around the fire.

"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that in a school?" Said Ron gasping for air.

"You don't use any of your eyes, any of you, do you" Hermione snapped regaining some of her temper. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was looking at its heads!" Ron squealed. "Or maybe you didn't notice there were THREE!"

"There's... a... trapdoor...under one...of its paws" I said in between breaths.

"At least someone pays attention." Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. "Which means it's guarding something."

"Guarding something?" Harry asked

"That's right" Hermione stated with confidence. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed before you three come up with another elaborate idea to get us killed...or worse expelled." She then turned and walked back angrily into her dormitory.

"Shouldn't she mean the other way around?" I asked the others.

"She really needs to sort her priorities!" Ron said as we walked back to our dormitory.

Hermione's POV

I climbed into my bed still disgruntled with the boys for the events of tonight. But one thing remained on my mind from when I grabbed Y/Ns hand while we were running. Lately, I've been getting a weird feeling in my stomach and I blush every time I'm around him. I couldn't describe what those feelings were but they are there.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Next chapter: A lil troll bonding.