The Golden Trio X Reader

Flying Lessons

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!" Dean said. "I know what those are. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something." (Y/N) said. The smoke turns red. "The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville said. "Hey, (Y/N), somebody broke into Gringotts, listen. Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to." Harry said. That afternoon, outside the castle, the students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, Madam Hooch, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes. "Good afternoon, class." She said. "Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." Everything says. "Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" Hooch said.

After (Y/N) says "Up"!, the broom immediately flies into her hand. "Wow." Harry said. Hermione stares at (Y/N) as the class continues. "Up!" Draco said. His broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins. "With feeling!" Hooch said. "Up. Up. Up. Up." Hermione said as her broomstick slowly rises. "Up!!" Ron said. His broom immediately shot up and whacked him on the nose. Harry and (Y/N) laugh. "Shut up, you two." Ron said. But he smiles and laughs a little, proud he was able to make (Y/N) laugh. "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." The class mounts on their broomsticks. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." She blows the whistle. However, Neville's broomstick somehow lifts him off the ground. Neville immediately lifts off. "Oh." "Mr. Longbottom." Hooch said. "Neville, what are you doing?" A girl asked. "Neville...Neville..." others began to say. "We're not supposed to take off, yet." A boy said.

Neville begins soaring away uncontrollably. "M-M-Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch said. "AHH!" Neville screams. "Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch said. "Down! Down! Ahhhh!" Neville said. "Neville!" (Y/N) cried. "Help!!!" He immediately skyrockets towards the sky. "Come back down this instant!" Hooch demanded. "Ah!" He flies uncontrollably in the air and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch quickly holds out her wand to stop him. "Help!" Neville said. "Mr. Longbottom-!" However, the students quickly stand back as Hooch dives out of the way, allowing Neville to fly right through. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower. "Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!" He zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there. "Oh. Ah...help!" He wavers, then the cloak rips through the spear, and he falls. But his cloak catches on a torch, making Neville slip off from his cloak a second later and fall to the ground. "Ahh!"

"Everyone out of the way!" She runs through the group, and they scatter. "Come on, get up." Hooch said. Hooch is helping Neville up; he has broken his wrist after he fell. "Owowowow." Neville said. "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get." Hooch said. Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen from him. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her. "Everyone's 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 find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch." She leaves to the hospital wing. Draco snickers. "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse." He and his goons laugh. (Y/N) steps forward. "Please give it back, Draco." Draco looks at her surprised, he considered on whether or not he'd listen to her, and was about to until Harry speaks up. "You heard her, give it back."