Chapter 4
August 31st 1991
Surrey,England
Caroline woke up with thoughts of Harry's huge cock dominating her mind and warming her insides. The Dursleys where out of the house today so there was no need for caution.
She turned around to him and her eyes roamed over his athletic physique, pausing on his bulging biceps.
Her brother was hot and she wanted him.
She peeled back the blanket and marvelled at the magnificent cock that flopped over his thigh. Climbing between his muscular legs, Caroline ran her tongue over his limp dick from tip to base.
"Wakey wakey, sleepy-head," She whispered. His cock stirred and her tongue darted out again to explore his warm flesh. Tentatively, She wrapped her fingers around his hardening shaft and massaged slowly.
"Mmm," Harry moaned as he came to life in Carolines hand.
Her lips parted as his fat cock slid into her mouth. She opened wide to accommodate his serpentine meat.
The only things that mattered to Caroline at that moment were her lips closing around Harry's smooth head and feeling it push against the back of her mouth.
His hand rested gently on the back of her head and she let him guide her into a nice slow bobbing rhythm.
Harry opened his eyes and looked into Carolines as her tongue darted about his girth while her lips and cheeks slurped and sucked at his hot flesh.
"Good girl, sis," he whispered, encouraging her to continue sucking on his huge dick as he started vigorously fucking her mouth.
Caroline gagged and she felt his manhood swell in her mouth and his body stiffen as hot spunk began to erupt from his throbbing cock.
His meaty eruption hit the back of her throat and started oozing out of her mouth, running down her chin, all over her hands, and all over his thighs.
Harry continued to fuck her mouth until the last spurt had drained out. He released Caroline after a few moments, his dick dripping with her spit.
What a way to start the day.
Later that day Harry and Caroline went to a local mall.
They looked through a few shops but Harry couldn't find anything he liked. Then his eyes fell on Victoria's Secret.
"Now we're cooking," he said, grabbing Caroline's hand and dragging her into the store.
He started off looking at loungewear. Baggy pants and hoodies. Then he moved toward the more risque items. He picked up several corsets and bodices before abandoning them all and settling on a skimpy pair of hot pants and a crop top.
"Let's go try them on," he said.
Harry pulled the curtain back and Caroline stepped into the changing room which Harry followed her into and closed the curtain behind them.
She pulled off her sweater and dropped it on the bench. Harry smirked as he stared at her bra-covered breasts.
She then pulled down her jeans.
First Caroline put on a pair of tiny denim shorts. Harry's choice of hot pants was a tight fit across her butt and much tighter than she thought they would be. It was a struggle to get them over her bum.
"You have such a big ass," Harry said, motioning at her bottom.
Caroline then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.
Harry then handed her a crop top he wanted her to try on
The crop top zipped up on the front like a jacket which made it pretty easy to put on.
Caroline slipped her arms through the straps and zipped it up. It was a bit of a struggle getting it over her chest but she managed it.
"You look so good," Harry said, grabbing her boobs and pinching her nipples through the thin material of the crop top. He squeezed and rocked her back and forth like she was a slutty doll that he could play with.
"Thank you," Caroline said, blushing slightly.
"You're so hot, sis." Harry leaned down and pecked her on the cheek causing Caroline to blush more. "Here, let me take the tags. I'll pay and you can wear it out."
He pulled the price tags off, shoved her old clothes in his backpack, and then pulled open the curtain.
Caroline stepped out into the store and as she passed the mirror she noticed that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were hanging out of the tiny shorts.
The store clerk looked down her nose at Caroline, her eyes lingering on the shorts before she redirected her attention to Harry taking the price tags from his hand.
He paid up and then led Caroline out of the shop. The woman behind the counter shook her head as she watched us go and Caroline flipped her the bird.
"Oh, actually," Harry said, stopping in the doorway.
He grabbed the zipper on the front of her crop top and slowly pulled it down.
Caroline watched with wide eyes as he dragged it down over her breasts, bit by bit revealing more of her cleavage, and only stopping when the zip was just above her nipples. "That's better," he said with a smug smile.
"Now, come on. I want to look in that shop over there. I think you could do with a new dress."
Caroline kept her eyes forward, ignoring the men that ogled her slutty visage as she walked by.
As she walked, Caroline started to notice that her breasts were pushing against the tight fabric of the top and forcing the zipper to inch itself lower with every couple of steps.
When Harry was looking in the other direction she quickly pulled it back up to where he had left it,
Once they were in the shop, Caroline followed Harry around as he grabbed a few different dresses for her to try on.
Once they were behind the privacy of the changing room curtain Harry wasted no time yanking down her zipper, opening the crop top down the middle, and her breasts bounced free.
"I've wanted to do that ever since we left Victoria's Secret," he admitted.
Harry grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, massaging them.
Carolines nipples were already stiff. Harry continued to grope her tits, squeezing them and pulling at the nipples in a rough manner that translated oh so well to the electricity flowing through her body straight to her pussy. A warm shiver ran down her spine as his hands left her breasts and pulled the crop top off completely.
"What dress should I try on first?" Caroline asked.
"Let me see," said Harry, as his fingers found her shorts and deftly unbuttoned them. He had no trouble yanking them down her legs, taking her thong down with them. The smell of Carolines horniness filled the little changing room.
She stepped out of the discarded clothing, and Harry's hands hungrily cupped her ass with both hands. One finger slipped between her ass cheeks.
"Well, you don't need a dress for this," he said with a smirk as he slipped his finger into Caroline.
Caroline moaned before Harry pulled his finger out of her asshole and pushed her
up against the wall, his lips meeting hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and twisted around her own. Their lips mashed together in a perfect passionate rhythm.
Her hands found his pants and pulled them open. His cock was already standing to attention when she pulled it free. Big, fat, and throbbing.
"There's no time for foreplay," Harry whispered as he broke their kiss.
He turned Caroline around and bent her over, She planted her palms on the bench and spread her legs as he lined his rampant erection up against her moist pussy. Caroline wiggled her ass, inviting him in. In a single motion, Harry plunged his cock deep into her pussy.
The feeling was exquisite.
"Oh yes!" Caroline cried out loud, her moans of pleasure echoing in the tranquilized dressing room.
"Ssh," Harry said "Unless you want to get caught."
He pulled his cock halfway out and then thrust it back into Caroline, picking up a slow but deep and steady pace that drew out hushed moans of pleasure.
"Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me harder!" Her fingers gripped the bench as he plowed into Caroline, filling her completely. The added thrill of doing it in such a risky place heightened the enjoyment and made her pussy throb with wanton pleasure.
Harry's fingers dug into her hips as he sped up, their bodies slapping together with every hard thrust as Harry groaned with pleasure. Every one of his smacks reverberated deep into Carolines body, awakening a hungry passion in her.
She glanced at their reflection in the mirror. Harry was rocking into her, his head tipped back, his eyes closed, and his mouth open in perfect ecstasy.
Caroline wanted him deeper, harder still. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. But she wanted more.
"Yeah, sis. You love your brother's cock, don't you?" Harry panted.
"Fuck yes," Caroline moaned. Her pussy throbbed around Harry's dick.
"You wanna cum on your brother's cock, you nasty girl?" His challenging words sent a shiver running down her spine.
"Oh god, yes," Caroline whispered.
"You want to cum on my cock, don't you you dirty whore?" His fingers squeezed her ass as Harry panted the words out.
"Yes!" Carolines face was flushed with passion, and a shiver of pure ecstasy ran through her body as her pussy tightened around his cock.
"Cum for me, Caroline," Harry whispered in her ear. "Come for your little brother."
She couldn't hold back. Caroline loved having her brother's cock in her pussy as she came.
Her orgasm roared through her like a storm cloud before pouring down heavy rain. The warm feeling echoed out into her pussy and out to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
Harry shot his load inside her, filling her with warm cum, before pulling out and stepping back. A single jet of cum seeped from her pussy and ran down her leg, his white load spilling from her pussy with it.
Harry then pulled Caroline to him and they shared another kiss before cleaning up and getting dressed.
They then left the store without buying a thing hand in hand.
THE NEXT DAY
Arriving at King's Cross Station with Caroline, Harry's nerves were a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. He had read about the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, but experiencing it firsthand was another matter entirely.
"Here we are," Uncle Vernon said gruffly, stopping the car. "Now, make sure you get on that train and stay out of trouble."
Harry nodded, carefully keeping his excitement in check. "I will. Thanks for the ride."
With that, Harry grabbed his and Carolines trunk and headed towards the barrier with his sister.
He felt a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as they approached the solid brick wall. Taking a deep breath, he walked forward, pushing through the barrier.
The sensation of passing through was unlike anything he had ever experienced. One moment, he was surrounded by the mundane bustle of the Muggle world, and the next, he emerged onto Platform 9. The platform was bustling with witches and wizards, their colourful robes and magical items a vivid contrast to the drab surroundings he had left behind.
Caroline then entered behind him.
Harry and Caroline quickly found a compartment on the train and stowed their trunks.
The Hogwarts Express soon set off, and as the rhythm of the train lulled him into a state of comfort, Harry felt a sense of triumph. He was finally on his way to Hogwarts.
As the Hogwarts Express trundled along the tracks, Harry felt his heart brimming with anticipation for the year ahead. The rhythmic chug of the train was a soothing backdrop to the fluttering excitement in his chest.
Harry then reached over to Caroline and bent her over onto his lap with her head and torso facing towards him. She looked up at Harry wide eyed as he pulled his cock out through the hole in his jeans and pointed it at her mouth.
He also pulled the collar of her shirt and bra down over her breasts, letting her huge tits pop out into his lap. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her mouth onto his hard dick.
As soon as the head of his cock touched Carolines big red lips, she parted them and allowed Harry to push into her soft warm mouth a few inches.
"Suck." Harry whispered to her. "Just give me a light blowjob and I wont let you get caught if someone enters the compartment. Just put your arms at your side and act like you are sleeping with your head in my lap. Trust me."
Caroline then began to lightly suck on his cock, moving her head only about a half inch or so, but using her tongue to swirl around his shaft and sending ripples of pleasure through Harry.
Her soft, warm mouth felt incredible as Caroline slowly bobbed and swirled her tongue around.
Harry then heard the sound of a cart coming down the isle.
His cock was clearly visible sticking through the hole in his jeans but he knew how to solve that.
Harry leaned down to Caroline.
"Act like you are sound asleep. Don't say anything or move a muscle. Got it?"
She nodded up at her brother, as he placed his hand on the back of Caroline's head and slowly pushed her down on his cock.
Caroline began to silently gag as his cock went deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat until it finally completely disappeared between her lips.
Harry moved her hair a bit to cover her face and exposed tits and then leaned back in his seat just as the door opened to show a lady with a snack cart.
She looked at Caroline and smiled at Harry.
"Guess she was real excited last night to go to Hogwarts"She said "Would you like any snacks"
"No were fine. " Harry replied keeping a calm face to cover the incredible feeling of his cock being squeezed by Caroline's tight, teen throat.
The snack lady moved on to the rest of the train and Harry pulled Caroline off his cock to let her breathe.
She breathed in heavily, her chin covered in spit, her eyes tearing up a little.
Because they where near the back of the train though it wasn't long before they heard the snack cart lady starting to come back up the aisle.
"One more time." Harry whispered to Caroline as he pushed her back on his cock, shoving it down her throat.
Caroline gagged silently as Harry forced his way back in but stayed still as the lady came back to their compartment.
"Are you sure you're okay with her sleeping on your lap?" she asked "You're not uncomfortable?"
"No really it's fine" Harry replied, almost shaking with pleasure.
Caroline was squeezing Harry's leg softly, running out of air. Harry could feel her body start to tremble and shake slightly against his legs.
After the lady left Harry grabbed Carolines head as he came down her throat and into her stomach.
Caroline gagged and choked quietly on the cum as Harry came.
Harry finally finished and slowly pulled her off, his softening dick sliding out of her throat and from between her lips.
Caroline lay in Harry's lap panting, her chin covered in spit and excess cum.
"Good girl." Harry told her, stroking her hair. "You did good."
Caroline giggled, panting and smiled up at Harry and then began to lick his softening dick clean before she began to wipe off her face off as Harry put his cock back in his jeans.
Caroline then snuggled in close to Harry and fell asleep quickly.
Harry wrapped a arm around her and pulled her close to Harry, savoring the feeling of her small, warm body against his and he soon fell asleep himself.
He was awakened by a slight pressure on the crotch part of his jeans.
Harry opened his eyes and looked down to find Caroline slowly unzipping his jeans.
He also saw that their was another girl in their compartment who also appeared to be asleep.
His eyes widened as Harry recognized her as the busty brunette they had seen getting groped at the zoo a few weeks ago.
But because she was asleep at the moment Harry could focus on the situation at hand.
"What are you doing?" Harry whispered to Caroline, who was still trying to release his now hard cock from its denim prison.
"Relax I'm just bored is all." She whispered back as she successfully pulled Harrys dick from his pants.
Harry stifled a groan as Caroline ran her soft, warm hand up and down his penis, stiffening it to its full size.
He decided that he would let her take charge this time.
Caroline gave his cock a few more strokes before leaning over and encircling the head of his dick in her wet, warm mouth.
Harry stifled a groan as Caroline began to lightly suck on his cock, slowly bobbing up and down and taking a bit more each time.
He rested his hand on the back of her head but allowed her to do her thing as she skillfully fellated Harry, her soft tongue swirling around the shaft of his rock hard penis.
Caroline moaned quietly as she continued to bob up and down taking a few inches each time into her mouth.
Harry felt the urge to use the hand on the back of her head and shove her face down on his cock and ram his cock down her throat until she was kissing his balls, but he resisted the primal urges that were filling him and just sat there as she had her fun sucking on his dick.
After a few minutes of lightly blowing Harry, Caroline pulled off his cock and smiled at Harry, breathing a little heavy.
She stood up in front of her seat and slowly peeled off her jean shorts, wiggling her hips and shaking her beautiful ass for Harry.
At that moment Harry really wanted to bend her over right there and cram his dick into her tight little ass.
Caroline finished her teasing removal of her pants and panties and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.
Now bottomless, she turned towards Harry and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She spit on her hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft a few times, lubing him up before raising herself up and placing the head of his cock against her pussy lips.
Harry placed his hands on her curvaceous hips, wanting to yank her down on him and penetrate her deep, but he held back.
Caroline slowly began to lower herself down onto his penis.
Harrys cockhead split her pussy lips and slid slowly inside her tight pussy.
Caroline bit her lip and held back a moan as she stretched to accommodate his large girth.
Harry reached up to her chest and pulled her tight fitting t-shirt up over her large breasts revealing her black lace bra.
He pulled the bra down, releasing her tits from their lacey prison in all their gorgeous glory.
His hands moved their way up her voluptuous body and groped her beautiful breasts. Caroline moaned lightly in pleasure at the touch and continued to slide further and further down his shaft.
Harry continued to grope her big tits and Caroline moaned as she stretched around him, about half of his cock in her tight little pussy.
Finally, Harry couldn't contain himself anymore. It felt too good and he wanted more.
He let go of her breasts and wrapped his arms around her small body and thrust up into her shoving all of his cock into her soft warm hole.
Before Caroline could let out a noise which would immediately alert the sleeping girl to their actions, Harry mashed their lips together in a hot, passionate kiss, suppressing the surprised and pleasure filled scream that Caroline let out when he pulled her down.
Caroline kissed Harry back and they fought for dominance of each other's mouth as Caroline stayed still letting her tight little cunt adjust to the large object that was filling her completely.
After a couple minutes of just hugging and making out, Caroline began to grind her ass into his crotch, moving his dick around in her pussy and causing both of them to groan quietly in pleasure.
Harry moved his hands down her back and grabbed her big, voluptuous ass with both hands as Carolines hips moved back and forth.
She spent a few more minutes just grinding and getting used to his cock buried inside her before she slowly raised her hips up and began to lightly bounce on his lap.
Harry gripped her ass firmly and helped to lift her up and lower her down on him.
It was heavenly, feeling her walls grip him tightly and before he knew it, Caroline was cumming, her pussy spasming on his penis.
Caroline kissed Harry even harder to contain the pleasure from escaping her in the form of a sound.
As Caroline's orgasm finished, Harry suddenly heard a sound, a muffled shriek from the chair across from them.
Harry glanced over and to his horror, the pretty brunette girl who had previously been asleep, was staring at them, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth.
Oh fuck.
Chapter 5
September 1st 1991
Scotland
Harry felt the panic rising inside of him as he realized that they were fucked but Caroline had other thoughts.
She winked at Harry and climbed off his lap, quietly crossing the floor to the girl who they later found out was named Hermione.
Caroline took the shocked girl's arm and lightly pulled her over into their seat. Caroline put her hands on Hermione's shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees in front of Harry.
Hermione was so surprised that she didn't resist any of this. She just did was Caroline was directing her to do.
Caroline climbed down on her knees to next to Hermione and pulled the girl's arms behind her back and looped one of her own arms through Hermione's holding them there. With her free hand, Caroline gently took hold of Hermione's hair and lightly pushed her head down towards Harry's crotch.
Harry was horny as fuck right now and totally ready to have his dick pleasured again so he took hold of his penis and directed it into the shocked girl's open mouth.
He stroked her cheek as she stared up at Harry wide eyed.
"That's it sweetie." whispered Caroline as she pushed Hermione's head further down, "Take it in. Nice and deep."
After three or so inches, his cockhead hit the entrance to Hermione's throat and she gagged.
"Shhh sweetie. Don't want anyone hearing you and catching you doing such naughty things now do we?" cautioned Caroline. "Now let's keep going"
She again began applying pressure to the back of Hermione's head until finally, Harrys cockhead popped into her tight, teen throat. Hermione gagged and choked but remembered Caroline's warning and, not wanting to get caught with a dick in her mouth, kept her gagging noises quiet. Meanwhile Caroline kept on pushing as more of his rock hard penis slid down poor Hermione's hot, inexperienced throat.
"Good job baby. Just a few more inches to go and you'll be kissing balls in no time." Whispered Caroline encouragingly.
Unable to wait that long, Harry took hold of Hermione's head in his hands and jammed her face down into his crotch.
The entire length of his cock disappeared into Hermione's mouth and down her throat.
Hermione choked and gagged quietly and tried to pull off, but Caroline held her head with one hand and her arms with the other rendering the girl unable to extricate the thick member lodged firmly in her throat.
"That's a good girl. I knew you could do it." Whispered Caroline in Hermione's ear.
Harry stroked the face of the pretty girl who had her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. She gagged and coughed, her eyes watering and silently pleading with Harry to let her off but he just smiled at her and held up his empty hands, showing her that he wasn't the one holding her down.
After a minute of gagging Hermione, Caroline pulled her head off of him, his cock sliding out of her abused throat.
"Let's try something more fun, shall we?" whispered Caroline happily.
She helped Hermione up, turned her around and pushed her down into a sitting position on Harry's lap.
His shaft settled between her bubble butt and nestled in her cheeks and up her backside.
Harry now looped his arm through Hermione's keeping her still and grabbed her perky tits through her shirt with the other hand.
Caroline, still on her knees, reached up beneath Hermione's short skirt and pulled her panties down and off.
Harry used both hands to hold Hermione's wrists together behind her back and Caroline used the panties to tie the girl's wrists together.
Caroline then turned her attention to the skirt and pulled it up leaving Hermione's gorgeous pussy and ass exposed to the world.
"You got a cute little ass sweetie." Whispered Caroline, "Let's break it in, shall we?"
At that, Hermione's eyes widened and she began to struggle a bit but Harry wrapped one powerful arm around her body, pinning her arms to her sides further immobilizing her, and covered her mouth with his other hand to muffle her protests.
Harry used the arm holding her to lift her body up and Caroline directed his cockhead to Hermione's virgin asshole.
"Like a shot baby. One prick and it will be in."
With that, Caroline grabbed Hermione's hips and yanked her down, forcing Harry's cock into her tight, teen ass.
It was a good thing Harry had his hand covering her mouth or her shriek would have attracted unwanted attention.
Caroline continued to pull Hermione down until she was all the way down on Harry, her butt pressed firmly against his crotch and ten inches of thick steel splitting her poor asshole.
Caroline moved his hand away from Hermione's mouth and replaced it with her lips, kissing the girl sweetly and softly.
This refueled Harry's lust and he began to raise and lower Hermione, slamming her onto his dick over and over. Caroline suppressed the noises that came from her with the kiss and so Harry continued thrusting in and out of her tight little butthole.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. He was a volcano way past due and he was about to erupt.
He locked eyes with Caroline and she realized this and broke her kiss with Hermione only to replace her lips with her hand.
"You're doing great sweetie, but now comes the big finale." Whispered Caroline, "He's gonna fill up your tight little ass with his man juice. Lucky girl! Give it to her baby!"
Harry stifled a groan and thrust up into Hermione, burying his cock in her tight, hot ass and unleashed the orgasm that he had been prolonging for a while.
An enormous wave of pleasure washed over him as he shot cum into Hermione's ass. It was truly blissful for Harry, sitting there having a pretty girl's tight ass milk his cock dry of everything it had.
Harry finished cumming and slowly pulled out of Hermione's abused asshole letting her skirt fall back into place.
Caroline had pulled her pants back on and Harry tucked his softening cock back into his jeans.
Hermione turned into Harry and snuggled into his chest, exhausted from the intense assfucking she had just received.
Caroline climbed into the seat next to Harry and snuggled against Harry on that side of him leaving Harry with two gorgeous girls cuddled against him, asleep.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
When Harry,Caroline and Hermione left the train car they saw that people where pushing their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!
A giant mans hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
"My names Hagrid" He said "Now C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, the students followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much
"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore.
Harry entred a boat that had Caroline and Hermione in it.
"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass.
Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face.
They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at
last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.
"Everyone here?
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to
the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall.
They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses.
The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall.
"Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.
It was time
He chated with Caroline a bit while they waited.
They both agreed that even if they got put in different houses they would still continue to meet and talk.
Soon McGonagall came back into the room.
"Form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Harry got into line behind Caroline and the students walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.
These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.
The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver.
Harry watched as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. Professor McGonagall then stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw a ghost waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
" Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus " sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
Harry cheered with the rest of the students and watched her ass sway as Hermione went to the Gryffindor table.
Their was a lot of talking when Neville Longbottom the boy who lived was called and it took a while to be decided but eventually the house shouted, "GRYFFINDOR,"
Neville ran off towards the cheering Gryffindor table still wearing the hat, and he had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag."
The Hat screamed "SLYTHERIN!" for a man named Malfoy who went to go join his friends
Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table, looking pleased with himself.
There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last - "Potter, Caroline!"
Harry cheered as his sister was sorted into "HUFFLEPUFF".
And then it was Harry's turn and soon he was looking at the black inside of the hat.
He waited.
As the Sorting Hat was placed on Harry's head, a strange sensation enveloped him. It wasn't just the customary darkness and the murmurs of anticipation from the Great Hall. This time, Harry felt a peculiar sensation as though he was being scrutinised by a pair of unseen eyes.
"Ah, Harry Potter," a voice echoed in his mind. It was smooth, persuasive, and surprisingly warm. "I've been waiting for you."
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "You—can you hear me?" he thought, barely able to contain his curiosity and nervousness.
"Indeed, I can. And quite well, I must say. Now, let's see where you belong," the Sorting Hat mused. There was a pause, as if the Hat was weighing its options.
"Well first of all I would recommend that you go to the seventh floor when you get the chance, find the portrait of Barnabas the Barney and then walk past the wall opposite it thinking that you wish to find the book of dreams".
Ok.
That was oddly cryptic.
"If you do that"The hat said "I know you will excel in"
"SLYTHERIN!"
As Harry walked over to the Slytherin table he made eye contact with Caroline and smiled
He spotted an empty seat and slid into it, his gaze sweeping over the faces around him.
"Hello," he said, offering a tentative smile. "I'm Harry Potter."
A few students nodded politely, but before he could say more, a tall, pale boy with slicked-back blond hair and a condescending sneer leaned forward. "Harry Potter, son of a Muggleborn" Draco Malfoy said with a smirk. His tone was dripping with disdain. "I would've thought you'd be in Gryffindor with all the other mudbloods."
Harry's smile faltered slightly. He had hoped for a more welcoming introduction, but Draco's tone was unmistakable. "I guess I didn't fit the mould of a Gryffindor," Harry said evenly, trying to keep his irritation in check.
Draco's smirk widened. "You don't say. Well, I'm Draco Malfoy. And just so you know, not everyone in Slytherin is going to be thrilled about your presence here."
Harry's jaw tightened. He had been warned, but it was different hearing it so bluntly. "I'm here to make my own way, and if people don't like that im ok with that," he replied, meeting Draco's gaze steadily.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond immediately. A few of the other students were watching the exchange with interest, and Harry could sense a mix of approval and discomfort at Draco's attitude.
Another student, a busty girl with blonde hair and a sharp gaze, leaned in. "Ignore Draco," she said softly, though her voice was still audible enough for others to hear. "He has a way of putting people off. I'm Daphne Greengrass. It's nice to meet you, Harry."
"Thanks," Harry said gratefully. "I appreciate that."
"Yeah, well," Draco cut in, rolling his eyes, "don't get too comfortable. We'll see how you handle yourself."
Harry resisted the urge to snap back. Instead, he forced himself to stay calm. "We'll see," he said, nodding. "I'm sure we'll all get to know each other better soon."
Draco's eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before he turned away, engaging in conversation with a group of his friends. Harry took a deep breath, trying to shake off the encounter.
He turned to the other students around him, introducing himself and trying to make small talk. Despite Draco's attempt to rattle him, Harry found that the conversation began to flow more naturally.
As the evening wore on and the feast continued, Harry slowly began to feel more at home. He knew that earning respect in Slytherin wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to prove himself. He had already faced many challenges and would face many more, but he was ready to meet them head-on.
Eventually the desserts disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet. The hall fell silent.
"Ahern - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Well that was weird to say.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favourite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
Everybody finished the song at different times and once everyone had finished Dumbledore clapped loudly.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Harry joined the throng of Slytherins heading towards their common room. The room was still buzzing with the excitement of the feast, but Harry felt a sense of calm determination. The true test of his resolve would begin as he descended into the dungeons, the heart of Slytherin House.
The first-year Slytherins, gathered around Gemma Fawley, a Prefect with a stern yet kind demeanour. Her long, dark hair was neatly pinned up, and her green-and-silver Prefect badge gleamed in the dim light of the hall.
"Alright, everyone," Gemma called out, her voice cutting through the chatter. "Follow me. Let's get you all settled in."
The group moved as one, winding their way through the cold, stone corridors of Hogwarts. Harry noticed the atmosphere was markedly different from the rest of the castle. The walls seemed to close in, the shadows growing longer as they descended deeper into the dungeons.
Gemma led them confidently, occasionally turning back to make sure they were all keeping up.
They continued on, passing by several twists and turns before stopping in front of a large, emerald-green wall. Gemma took a deep breath and tapped a particular stone. The wall shimmered and slowly slid open, revealing a dark, cool passageway that led into the heart of the Slytherin common room.
As they stepped inside, Harry was struck by the ambiance of the space. The common room was spacious and elegantly decorated, with green and silver curtains and furnishings that gave it a sophisticated, if slightly opulent, feel. The room was lit by the soft, green glow of the enchanted torches that lined the walls and the large, arched windows that looked out over the lake, their waters reflecting the light from inside.
"This is it," Gemma announced. "Welcome to the Slytherin common room. You'll find your dormitories down the corridor to the left. Take your time to get settled in and make yourselves comfortable."
Harry glanced around, noticing several students already gathered in clusters, chatting and laughing. He felt a mix of anticipation and nerves. This was his new home, and he was eager to make a good impression.
He caught sight of Draco Malfoy standing by the fireplace, chatting animatedly with a group of other Slytherins. Draco glanced over, his eyes meeting Harry's with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Harry met his gaze steadily and he was approached by Draco. The blond boy's presence was impossible to ignore, and the way Draco's eyes narrowed as he looked at Harry made it clear that this encounter was no mere coincidence.
"Potter," Draco said, his tone dripping with disdain. "So, you're a Slytherin after all. I have to say, it's quite surprising. I would've expected you to be more suited to Gryffindor."
Harry's eyes met Draco's, steady and calm. "Looks can be deceiving, Malfoy. I'm here now, and I plan to make the most of it."
Draco's smirk widened, and he leaned in slightly. "You know, some of us value our heritage and skills. Given your background, I'm not sure you're really Slytherin material."
Harry's expression didn't waver. "And what makes you think that?"
Draco's gaze flickered with a hint of mischief. "Well, I hear that you're quite a talker. But let's see if you can back up all that talk. Care to prove yourself?"
Before Harry could respond, Draco raised his wand and muttered an incantation. A large, menacing serpent appeared, slithering onto the floor with a hissing sound that made several students step back. Draco's smirk was now more of a sneer as he watched Harry.
"Let's see how you handle this," Draco said, his voice full of mockery.
The serpent coiled and hissed menacingly at Harry. For a moment, the room fell silent as all eyes turned to see how Harry would react. Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation.
Harry stepped forward, his gaze locked on the snake. He didn't reach for his wand; instead, he focused on the serpent, letting his natural ability take over. He spoke in a soft, sibilant whisper, using Parseltongue.
"Hello there," he said gently. "I'm not here to hurt you. Can you understand me?"
The snake's hissing subsided as it seemed to listen to Harry. It turned its head slightly, its eyes focused on Harry with a curious, almost friendly gaze. The tension in the room shifted from apprehension to fascination. The serpent began to coil around Harry's feet in a manner that seemed more affectionate than threatening.
Draco's eyes widened in disbelief. "You— you can speak to it?"
Harry nodded, his expression calm. "Yes. I can."
The room was filled with murmurs of surprise and awe. Draco's face turned a shade paler, his confidence wavering. He hadn't anticipated this display of power.
Draco's composure cracked, and he took a step back. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable. He had underestimated Harry's heritage and abilities.
Harry stood tall, holding his gaze steady as he let the weight of his heritage and abilities settle in. "It seems that there's more to me than you expected, Draco. I'm here to be a Slytherin in every sense."
The common room fell into an uneasy silence. The students, still reeling from the revelation, exchanged looks of nervous curiosity. Draco, clearly rattled, managed to muster a scowl but retreated to his usual group, his air of superiority somewhat diminished.
Harry allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. The night had begun with a challenge, but he had made his mark.
The rest of the evening was filled with cautious glances and whispered conversations. Harry knew that he had made a strong impression, and though it would take time to fully earn the respect of his new housemates, he felt confident in the path he had chosen. The journey ahead in Slytherin would undoubtedly be complex, but he was ready to face whatever came next with resolve and resilience.
He was a Potter after all.
He had a reputation to uphold after all.
Chapter 6
September 2nd 1991
Scotland
It did not take Harry long to realize that while his display in the common room on the first night had quieted Draco for now their was another bitch he had to deal with.
Pansy Parkinson a girl whos sneer on her face would have killed a squirrel at ten paces away.
Harry would have to say that, objectively speaking, Pansy was incredibly hot. But to be attracted to her, you would have had to chloroform her to get rid of that sneer off her face. She was shorter than Harry, maybe five foot two, and though she was petite she was still incredibly curvy. She had a tight waist and her slightly flared hips made for a perfect hourglass figure.
Altogether, Pansy presented an incredible package.
Small, slim, and busty with pale white skin, a perfectly round, tight ass that she loved to show off, a wide, expressive mouth, slate grey eyes and sultry dyed black hair that almost made you want to throw her little body on the ground and start humping her. The clothes she wore were so tight that you could see the outline of her camel toe and the nipples poking through her bra and tight t-shirt.
And yet, for all that, she was almost the opposite of attractive.
The hostility in her voice when she talked to anyone she viewed as below her was an incredible turn-off.
Harry tried to put Pansy out of his mind though as he focused on his first class of the day
Transfiguration
Professor McGonagall wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a
talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. The student were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realised they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time.
After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle.
By the end of the lesson, only Hermione had made any difference to her match; Professor
McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and
gave Hermione a rare smile.
Harry gave her a smile to.
Turns out she had a good mind inside that hot body.
The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke.
His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days.
His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story.
For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.
The impression though Harry got from his first day was that Transfiguration with McGonagall would be a interesting class but he would better off learning Defense against the Dark Arts on his own since Quirrell was unlikely to teach them much.
But the most interesting class he had so far had to be Potions which he had on Friday.
He got the impression that the Potions Professor Severus Snape did not really like him much.
The lesson started out alright where after Snape took roll call he began the lesson.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.
"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with
its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
Silence followed this little speech
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered
root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"The Draught of Living Death" Harry said calmly.
"Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked.
"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons sir" Harry replied.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked.
"They are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite" Harry said glad that he had read his textbook before school started.
Snape looked upset at this but instead of asking Harry another question he barked at the student
"Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"
There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment.
Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils.
Harry got paired with Daphne Greengrass.
Snape swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like.
He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.
Neville Longbottom had somehow managed to melt Seamus Finnegans cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes.
Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils
sprang up all over his arms and legs.
"Idiot !" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand.
"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.
"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus.
As Harry left Potions today he got the impression that while Snape knew Potions he did not really like Harry and people in general.
Why he was a teacher was a mystery to Harry.
THAT NIGHT
Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 August, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.
"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokes goblin this afternoon.
Well that was interesting.
One day Harry decided to read a copy of the Daily Prophet and was shocked to see that Gringotts had been broken into something that apparently did not happen often.
He hoped that the Potter family vault was not at risk.
But other than that thought his main focus at the moment was on Pansy Parkinson.
She had to be using a spell on herself.
He knew that because when he got to talk to Caroline she stated that Pansy was just wearing the standard Hogwarts robes.
But thats not what Harry saw.
Harry saw that each day Pansy continued to wear tight, provocative clothing, and as the days passed, she wore less and less of it.
She started with shorts and bare midriffs and when she saw Harry looking at her, she thrust her chest out and shook her shoulders, sending her big soft tits wobbling in all directions. She smirked as she looked Harry dead in the eye.
But none of the other students appeared to see what she was wearing.
So that made Harry think that the little bitch knew she was hot, and she knew he found her attractive.
She was deliberately teasing Harry.
Each day it seemed like she showed even less restraint in teasing Harry and provoking him. Inside the Common Room, she stopped wearing blouses, and instead typically walked around in her bra and a skirt.
Harry would admit that he enjoyed the view.
Her tits were nothing less than spectacular.
They looked huge on her small, slim body: round and delectable, with no sag whatsoever. He loved watching them bounce with each step. Usually, he could see a hint of her areolas through the gauzy translucence of her bras. And when she walked, she deliberately sashayed past Harry in such a way as to accentuate the sway of her hips and the bouncing wobbling of her prodigious jutting breasts.
Her tits were so prominent, so big and round, that it was easy to see the sides of both boobs even when her back was toward him. Seen from behind, Harry had a view of her amazing round boobs as well as her perfect ass.
Her ass was incredible, too. Round and firm, her asscheeks jutted out behind her in such a way that Harry could not keep his eyes off her as she walked away from him.
When she wore nothing but minuscule panties that barely covered any part of her ass – which was often – Harry could see that she did not have an ounce of fat or cellulite on her amazing asscheeks or thighs.
And she knew it. She knew exactly how good looking she was. She was deliberately flaunting her fantastic body in front of Harry in the worst case of prick teasing that he had ever experienced.
That bitch.
THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 12th
That Thursday it was announced in the Common Room that they would be having flying lessons that afternoon with the Gryffindors which should be interesting.
Malfoy had for the past few days been going on about how good he was at Quidditch, but a lot of people thought that was all talk.
After the first day Draco had tried to gain allies in Slytherin but they had not seemed receptive to him.
So who knows maybe he was hoping doing well at flying would help gain him allies in Slytherin House.
Malfay certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.
That morning in the Great Hall as Harry was eating he saw a owl bring Neville Longbottom a small package from his grandmother.
He opened it excitedly and showed the students in Gryffindor a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke.
Harry then saw Draco pass by the Gryffindor table and snatch the ball from Neville's hand.
Ron Weasley then jumped to his feet most likely looking for a reason to fight Malfoy but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash.
"What's going on?"
"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."
Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table.
"Just looking," he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
Harry scowled.
Malfoy really was a bully and he seemed to be focused on other people outside of Slytherin to taunt.
How pathetic.
At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, and the other Slytherins hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson.
It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
The Gryffindors were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground.
He smiled when he saw Hermione standing with the other Gryffindors remembering the ass fucking he had given to her on the Hogwarts Express.
He really needed to schedule a time to meet with her for a follow up.
Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and
yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!"'
"UPP" everyone shouted.
Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all.
Perhaps brooms, like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought Harry; there was a quaver in Neville's voice that said only too clearly that he wanted to keep his feet on the Ground.
Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.
Harry was delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle - three- two -"
But Neville, nervous and jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back !" she shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet.
Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp,
slip sideways off the broom and – WHAM - a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay facedown on the grass in a heap.
His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy - it's all right, up you get.".
She turned to the rest of the class.
"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him.
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in except for Harry.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy "Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies,
Parvati."
That comment made Harry decide that he would be getting Pansy for her attitude.
He just needed to figure out how.
"Look!" said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."
The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.
Harry groaned internally.
It looked like he would have to take on Malfoy for a second time this month.
But then he was surprised by a unexpected voice.
"Give that here, Malfoy," said Ron Weasley quietly. Everyone stopped talking
to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find - how about -up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Ron yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off.
Harry was surprised that Malfoy hadn't been lying on this, he could fly well. Hovering level
with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Weasley!"
Ron grabbed his broom.
"No!" shouted Parvati Patil. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -you'll get us all into trouble."
Ron ignored her mounting the broom and kicking hard against the ground and up, up he soared into the sky.
Harry groaned.
This wasn't going to end well.
Harry watched as Ron grabbed his broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfay like a javelin.
Malfoy only just got out of the way in time; Ron made a sharp about-face and
held the broom steady.
A few people on the ground were now clapping and Harry decided to join them for the shits and giggles.
Malfoy then threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.
Harry was shocked as Ron decided to chase the ball.
He was either a idiot or had no sense of danger.
But somehow Ron caught the ball without injuring himself.
"RON WEASLEY!"
Professor McGonagall was running toward them.
This should be interesting
"Never - in all my time at Hogwarts -"
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses
flashed furiously, "- how dare you - might have broken your neck -"
"It wasn't his fault, Professor -"
"Be quiet, Miss Patil
"But Malfoy -"
"That's enough, Mr. Thomas. Weasley, follow me, now."
Harry caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant faces as Ron
Left.
He frowned.
Draco would undoubtedly feel more cocky after this feeling he had won that battle with Ron since he did not get in trouble for starting it,
Harry would have to fix that sense of superiority Draco had gained again.