Flying Lesson...

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

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*Click!*

"Yes...?" Pat Hashbury inquires as he opens the door, finding a skinny-looking scarred man smiling at him.

"Hello, I'm from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I'm here to inquire about the guardian of Harry James Potter... You are Pat Hashbury, correct?"

"Y-yes, did something happen to Harry!? Is he okay!?"

Remus hurriedly nods to reassure the man, "Yes! Everything is alright! I've just been sent to verify a few things, if you have the time of course!"

"Oh? Well... No." Pat answers, his demeanour shifting in an instant as he tries to shut the door in Remus' face.

Remus shoves his foot in the way to prevent that however, grimacing at the force with which Pat was using. "W-wait! This is really important for H-Mr Potter!"

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Pat just smiles simply at him through the gap in the door, "Sorry, I don't have the time."

*Thud!*

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Remus stares at the door with many conflicting emotions, the biggest one being the man's strange personality shifts... "T-then I will visit another time! Be sure to clear your schedule!" he shouts before sighing, not noticing the bat hanging upside down on a nearby lampost, observing him.

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Days pass and Harry continues attending his lessons, finding most of them to be exactly as he'd expected. Lacklustre, boring, and mostly ineffective for how advanced he already was. Thankfully, most classes allowed him to leave early, allowing him to self-study with his own types of magic.

Now that he had Grindelwald's Skull with him, along with the Necronomicon and Druidic Compendium, his own learning rate wouldn't be altered all that much from how it used to be. Plus with his new access to the library he'd be able to research more vague concepts that weren't detailed in mundane books, or Kali's own knowledge.

Unfortunately, the comfortable pace of things halted as soon as he saw what lesson he had next... Flying Lessons... Not the cool kind of flying either, but the 'Witch and Broomstick' type... He'd been gathered with the Slytherins and Gryffindors and lined up around some very old-looking brooms.

This wouldn't have been so bad, if it weren't for both Malfoy, his goons, and even some of the Gryffindors taking potshots at him.

The broom easily snaps into his hand and Harry looks it over, digging a nail into one of the cracks that seemed to lead to the core of the broom... With structural integrity like this, he'd be better off riding a dozen glued-together toothpicks...

"What, Potter? Never seen a broom before?" Malfoy snickers at his intense gaze.

He shrugs, glancing at Nanthisk who'd started sunbathing next to a tree a good distance away, "No, I suppose you like riding them often?"

Malfoy sneers, "Of course, I'm probably the best flier here! Have you ever outflown a muggle hellocoptor? I didn't think so."

Harry idly nods, "It explains a lot, only someone with no balls could sit on this comfortably. Maybe that's why your voice is akin to a dying rat?"

"Y-you!"

"Cease! You can continue your childish squabbling in the castle! For now you must concentrate! Flying is an incredibly dangerous activity, and I will not have you mucking about before or during it!" Professor Hooch orders.

"Hmph, yes Professor." Malfoy reluctantly relents.

She then sends a glare at Harry, which is magnified by her peculiar hawk-like eyes, "Mr Potter."

"May I be excused from this? At least until the school provides brooms that aren't splintering apart." he raises the broom in his hand.

"No. You will learn today or we will be here tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that. I promise you, you do not want to be attending these classes during your Newt Years."

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Ignoring his inattention, she steps to the end of the line and readies her whistle. "Now, on the count of three each of you will push yourselves off of the ground, and fly at a low height. DO NOT EXCEED THREE METERS, do you understand!? I will not be scraping up bits of my students, that job belongs to Mr Filch." she warns, or threatens, depending on how you looked at it.

"One. Two. Three. Go!" she blows the whistle, allowing the class to lift up into the air and slowly float over the field.

While the brooms each had cushioning charms to stop you from whittling a fire on the broomstick with your balls, those charms had been applied so long ago that Hary found himself sitting directly coccyx just to save his 'peter' the pain.

Eventually he just mentally says 'screw it' and applies his own cushioning charm, regardless of the risk of breaking the broom. Thankfully, it didn't, and he let his legs dangle, touching some of the taller grass as he idly floated along.

Malfoy attempted to cut him off, but Harry send him almost spinning out of control with a wave of his hand, prompting him to leave with wounded pride, and looking for a way to soothe it.

"Hey, Nev, you should challenge him to a race, show the snakes that there's some things our house is better at." Ron says, attempting push Neville into action.

Neville shakes his head, "No, it's his first lesson, I'd feel like a bully if I did that..."

Ron grumpily lets it go before noticing something nearby, "Look like the bookworm is trying to make snake friends again..."

Hermione wobbles atop her broom as Malfoy, Crabb, and Goyle circle her, their feet coming perilously close to her head. Madame Hooch wasn't saying anything yet however, as they hadn't yet done anything of reproach. "C-can you three stop!"

"Ha! Mud-Blood thinks she can fly. Go on Granger, show us your moves!"

"Unless 'moves' is slang for falling and breaking my neck, I don't have anything to show!"

"H-hey! Malfoy! Leave her alone!" Neville shouts after mustering his courage.

The Slytherin just smirks, "Or what!? Squib-boy?"

"Or he'll beat your arse!" Ron shouts, adding fuel to the flame and drawing an irritated look from Neville.