12 Flying, Potions & Decisions First Half (1/2)

Harry arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room and quickly ate with Hermione and went to sleep. Hermione, on the other hand, waited for Ron.

Harry sat cross-legged in meditation as he started absorbing the mana particles, getting rid of his fatigue, although he was still mentally tired. He then lied in bed closing his eyes. ”Maybe I shouldn't have snapped at Ron like that ...,” he thought as he slowly drifted into sleep.

Harry woke up the next morning once again at dawn. He got out of bed and noticed Ron lightly snoring as he slept. He went to the grounds once again and repeated his exercise routine all the way until 7.30am. He had a quick shower, changed into his uniform and made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione and Ron was already there and upon seeing Harry, Ron got up and left.

”I guess I really was harsh on him yesterday,” thought Harry, seeing the red head walk away. ”Oh well.”

”Where did you go so early in the morning?” asked Hermione as Harry sat next to her. ”Ron said you weren't in bed when he woke up.”

”Training at the grounds,” said Harry, getting himself a glass of orange juice.

”Wow, you really take your Kung Fu training seriously,” said Hermione. ”But you still haven't said why you need it as a wizard.”

”I'll tell you one you can sense the magic in the air. Focus on sending the magic particles when meditating. It might help push away the distracting thoughts,” said Harry.

”OK,” said Hermione. ”What do you think Ron might chose.”

”Don't know, don't really care,” said Harry. ”I'm fine with whatever he chooses. I'm not his mother.”

Harry didn't say anything else and ate his breakfast in silence. After finishing, he made his way to the Quiddetch field with Hermione and saw a bunch of broomsticks. Each student stood next to a broomstick. The Gryffindors were sharing the class with the Slytherine house and Malfoy was glaring at Harry with immense hostility.

”Watch your back, Potter,” hissed Malfoy with full hatred.

”What's wrong, duck brain?” asked Harry as he smirked at Malfoy. ”You falling for me? But I'm not interested in boys.”

”Keep dreaming, Potter! I'll make you pay for what did to me in the train!”

”Hey, stop saying misleading things, you stupid duck brain! I like girls! Besides, I don't have change to give a beggar like you. I'm sure Hogwarts has some hardship funds that could help the needy.”

”You ...!”

”Attention everyone. On your right side you all have a broomstick. You will raise your hand over the broomstick and use the command - UP!” said Madam Hooch in a loud voice, looking at the group of first years.

Harry stretched out his hand, placing it over the broom. He noticed a faint mana fluctuation the broom was giving off and locked onto it. After willing it to float into his hand, the broom vibrated excitedly and shot up. Catching the broom, Harry felt a strange familiarity coming over him as if reuniting with a long lost friend. He had a strong urge to mount the broom and start flying, greatly surprising him.

”It seems after our souls merged, I also inherited original Harry's talent for flying,” thought Harry. ”Now let's see if Neville will still cause an accident after my stunt in Charms yesterday.”

Harry looked at Neville and saw he was clearly struggling.

After everyone managed to summon their brooms, Madam Hooch demonstrated how to take flight.

Harry had been waiting for this moment and looked at Neville in anticipate. He saw Neville trying to get off the ground on his broom. A nervous look could be seen on his face as he kicked off the ground hard. He quickly shot up into the air like a cork that was shot from a bottle. Losing control of his broom, Neville spun around like crazy. He lost his grip on the broom and fell on the ground with a thud and a loud CRUNCH!

”Ouch! Now that is going to hurt like hell!” thought Harry. ”Seems that he needs a bit more time to gain control of his magic.”

Madam Hooch rushed over to Neville and bent over him, checking him.

”Broken wrist,” she muttered under her breath. ”Come on, boy - it's alright. Up you get.”

She then turned to face the rest of the class.

”Anyone found to have used their brooms for flight in my absence will be out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch'!”

The tear faced Neville who was clutching his broken wrist was escorted off with Madam Hooch who had an arm around him. No sooner had they gone out of earshot did Malfoy burst into laughter.

”Did you see his stupid face, the great lump?” said Malfoy causing the other Slytherine's to join in the laughter.

”Hey Slug-breath, did you forget how you got raped in the train?” asked Harry laughing. ”Or you want a reminder?”

Ron and Hermione laughed when they remembered the train scene.

Malfoy's face was immediately filled with rage. ”Don't get too happy for a lucky shot, Potter!”

”Worry not, Malfoy, my 'shots' are never lucky!” said Harry with an sly smirk. ”They're filled with immense skill and stamina! Maybe you could ask ”Mummy Malfoy” to verify. Although I doubt ”Daddy Malfoy” will be pleased, but I'm sure we can keep a secret.”

”What are you talking about?” asked Malfoy through gritted teeth.

”Oh, Malfoy, it seems like you're not mature enough to know,” sighed Harry, shaking his head. ”Well, no matter.”

Some of the students caught on to Harry's joke and some of the boys were laughing where some of the girls blushed. Hermione glared at Harry with a red face.

Harry mounted his broom again and was about to fly off when he was stopped by Hermione. ”Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! You'll be expelled!”

”You're so cute when you blush, Hermione,” said Harry. ”But worry not, girl, they won't get rid of me that easily.”

Not waiting for a response, Harry shot off the ground. The wind started blowing at him, causing his robe to flutter behind him and rejoiced at the feeling. His adrenaline started coursing through him, causing him to further enjoy the feeling.

Harry could feel the mana fluctuation coming off from the broom as he inserted more of his mana into the broom. His control over the broom was getting stronger and stronger and Harry sensed something that he assumed was the core of the broom. He knew that as long as this core was under his control, there would be very few who could rival him in flying.

Harry continued to rise into the air and soon forgot everything else as he relished on the experience. This was not something that he had encountered in his past life and he was thrilled at the experience he was having right now.

Harry looked towards the castle and closed his eyes as he spread out his consciousness. He could faintly sense various number mana fluctuations of varying degree of strength. He then opened his eyes and looked at the Gryffindor tower and located McGonagall's room. He activated his Sharingan and could make out her silhouette with a much higher clarity than without it.

Harry smiled as he willed his broom to speed towards her office. He found that he move the broom with just a simple thought as he was connected with the broom's core.

As he reached the window like a bullet, McGonagall looked up and her face immediately distorted into a horrified expression. Upon reaching her office window, Harry immediately dived down and flew back towards the Quidditch grounds in a speedy zig-zag pattern.