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Harry's confession startled Severus but didn't surprise him too much because it seemed a little suspicious that the troll would be in the Slytherin common room, not just near it. Severus told Harry that he would look into it and see what was going on. It was all he could do to keep himself from thinking about what could have happened on the third floor.

"Thank you for coming to me! Now, I want you to get some rest. You have your first flying lesson tomorrow," Severus told Harry who was still recovering from the incident with the troll. Severus didn't even try talking Harry out of the flying lesson; Harry was far too excited to even bother.

Harry hadn't been on a broom since summer and he was actually finding himself missing it more than he expected himself to. He already found himself planning for when he was old enough to try out for Quidditch. He didn't care what position he got, as long as he got to fly and experience the same feeling he got the last time. He knew it wouldn't be the same as flying around the Malfoy estate but it would be better than nothing.

Severus walked Harry back to the Slytherin common rooms, warning Harry not to wander the halls alone and try to avoid Quirrell in the halls. In the common room, Harry found Draco and the other first-years were already asleep. Harry decided not to wake them and just went to bed; he'd tell Draco about his conversation with his father later because he was already crashing.

"Wake up, Harry! We're having flying lessons today!"

Draco sounded about as excited as Harry felt. Harry and Draco made their way downstairs, grinning ear-to-ear. Harry noticed a few sixth-years sneering at how perky they were so early in the morning. Harry knew if Severus could hear the words they use between each other first thing in the morning... They'd be in detention well into the New Year. Harry was certain they'd be forced to stay at the castle over the holiday to continue their detentions.

"Come on, Draco," Harry said, once again pretending not to hear the string of curse words coming out of their mouths. "Let's go eat and then we get to fly!"

The older Slytherins knew the first flying lessons were today based on the way all of the first-years appeared to be inhaling their food and watching Madam Hooch with excited expressions on their faces. There were a few first-years who didn't seem overly excited about flying lessons but they seemed to be in a rush to get the lesson over with as soon as possible.

"Just think, if we do well enough, we'll get recommendations for the Quidditch team next year," Harry whispered to Draco whose eyes widened at the brilliant idea.

"YES! I love the way your mind works!" Draco said smiling; he was clearly planning something for next class. Harry rose his brow at Draco who shrugged as though he didn't know what Harry was questioning. Harry shook his head and went back to his breakfast. He just hoped whatever Draco had planned wouldn't get them in too much trouble.

Harry and Draco stood with the other first-years, waiting until they were given the cue to kick off. Harry felt excitement budding in his stomach as the moment he would become air-born came closer and closer. Harry could almost taste the thrill of being in the air and it was leaving his body with almost an electric buzz.

"Alright, kick lightly from the ground and hover in place," Madam Hooch said, blowing her whistle. No sooner had the whistle blown, Neville Longbottom's broom shot up into the air. Harry watched horrified as the young boy came toppling down to ground with a pained squeal. Harry's stomach twisted in concern for the boy but Madam Hooch wouldn't let them approach him before he was escorted to the Hospital Wing.

"Hey, Snape! You must be glad you get a little longer before you have to embarrass yourself on that broom," Weasley sneered as soon as Madam Hooch was out of site.

"Sorry, Weasel, you must be thinking about yourself because I can fly and probably better than you," Harry said, remembering how Lucius had called Harry a natural on a broom.

"Yeah! How would you have learned to fly, Weasel?" Draco sneered joining the conversation. "It's not like your family can afford a broom."

Harry watched as Weasley's ears flushed bright red and his fists clenched like he wanted to punch Draco's face in. Harry almost wished Weasley would punch one of them because the amount of points Gryffindor would lose would be well worth the few minutes of pain. He knew his father would have Gryffindor stripped of all of their points before lunch.

"I out fly you in my sleep, Snape!" Weasley sneered.

"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is, Weasel? First one around the rings and back gets bragging rights for the whole year. Loser has to wear the other houses colours to all Quidditch matches this year," Draco said, holding something in his pocket with an unreadable expression. Harry found himself wonder exactly what Draco was planning to do.

"You're on Snape! And do try not to break your neck... Oh, wait! Snakes don't have spines!" Weasley said as he mounted his broom.

"You really should think before you speak, Weasel! Snakes actually have a full skeletal system; which you would know if you actually picked up a book!" Harry said as he mounted his broom. He wasn't sure if he was going to win this race but he was certainly going to try. He did not want to have to explain to his father why he was going to the quidditch matches in red and gold.

"Ready, set, GO!" Draco screamed, ignoring the protests from Hermione Granger who was trying to remind them how Madam Hooch had instructed them to stay on the ground. Harry felt tempted to listen but he couldn't back down now. So without hesitation, Harry shot up in the air towards the rings. As Harry moved faster and higher, he could feel the rush of being air-born and could feel the grin on his face as the wind whipped through his hair.

Harry looped around the rings and was pleased to find he was still ahead of Weasel. As Harry made his way towards the crowd, Draco came into his line of vision with something shiny in his hand. Harry was unable to tell what the object was but from the look on Draco's face, it was important.

"HARRY! QUICK, CATCH!" Draco cried, throwing the shiny object towards the castle. Without hesitation, Harry zoomed past the finish line and towards the object. Harry caught the small little glass ball just a few feet away from the castle. Somehow Harry managed to turn back towards the crowd just seconds before he would have smashed into the castle wall.

When Harry finally landed, he could hear the first-years all clapping and cheering for Harry... Until Professor Snape came onto the quidditch pitch. Harry couldn't read his father's expression but he felt his stomach fall to his feet in dread.

"Weasley! You will wait outside my office. Snape, you will come with me!" Harry flinched at the tone of his father's voice. He had heard him use that tone with Weasel but never when speaking to him. Harry could tell he was in a lot of trouble. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him because he didn't want to think about how disappointed his father undoubtedly was.

When Harry's father strode towards the castle, Harry and Ron both followed him. Harry didn't say a single word, but Weasley called Harry everything but his name as they walked towards the castle, thinking Severus couldn't hear him. But Harry knew that not only could his father hear him but he was probably taking note of every single word the red-head was saying.

"So Harry, how much trouble are you in?" Draco asked when Harry finally appeared in the Slytherin common room. Harry's expression was blank as he sat down next to Draco.

"I have detention for a whole week," Harry said, making it clear there was more to follow. Draco nodded, waiting to hear the rest of Harry's punishment. It was clear he was wondering just how much trouble his plan had gotten Harry into. He'd just wanted to test a theory and find out if Harry would have made a good seeker; he didn't want Harry to get in trouble.

"He also said I've lost my broom priveledges for the next month... outside of quidditch practices of course," Harry said, showing a hint of a smile as he said the last part.

"That makes sense... Wait! Quidditch practice? Harry?" Draco asked, a smile slowly appearing on his face as he clued into what Harry had just said.

"Well, my father was so impressed with what he saw, that he decided it would be a crime not to put me on the team. As of today, I am Slytherins new seeker," Harry said proudly, finally letting his excitement and pride show. Harry was now shaking with excitement and Draco was also excited and relieved that his plan didn't get Harry into too much trouble.

"That's awesome, Harry! You will be the youngest seeker in..."

"A century! And the best will be when Weasel comes to the game in Slytherin colours..." Harry said laughing as he thought about Weasley sitting in the stands wearing green and silver. "I'll make sure at one point to dedicate the first match to him."

"I can't wait! I think the first match is Slytherin versus Gryffindor, so..."

Harry and Draco spent the rest of the night laughing as they envisioned the first quidditch match. Draco told Harry all of the positions and went into detail about what all of them did. By the time Harry and Draco went to bed, Harry was excited and nervous for his first quidditch practice.

The next morning, in the Great Hall, Harry and Draco were joined at the table by Marcus Flint, the Slytherin quidditch captain.

"Snape's just told me you're our new seeker," Marcus whispered so nobody at any other table could hear him. "Say's you're our secret weapon. I want to take you out and see what you've got. I got permission to give you extra training to prepare you for the first match during your flying lessons. You better be as good as he says you are."

Once Marcus was done talking, he stood up and walked towards the other end of the Slytherin table. Harry and Draco shared a brief look before returning back to their meals. The best part of the morning was glancing over to the time dials and seeing how many points Gryffindor had lost from all of the cursing and swearing Weasley had done yesterday.

Another chapter up; I'm hoping to start updating this story more often. I've been having a lot of fun coming up with different ideas for my stories. I've finally decided to sit down and come up with solid plot lines for the stories I have up and soon, my stories will be going in a more focused direction. It's so much easier now that I have time to sit down and collect my thoughts.

I'm just back from my Honeymoon and my wife actually came up with a few future ideas for this story and I hope you'll like them as much as I do.