Harry Potter:blood legacy

"Say it with authority, like a command," Madam Hooch advised, seeing that most students were struggling. Eventually, everyone managed to summon their brooms, even Ron, who accidentally hit himself in the face with the handle at first. "Very good. Now, I want all of you to mount your brooms, but do not even think about taking off," the instructor ordered. Once everyone complied, she began walking among them, correcting and checking their posture.

"But I've been flying like this for years!" Draco protested when Hooch started adjusting him.

"Then you've been flying wrong all these years," she shrugged, moving on. Ron, along with Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas from Gryffindor, chuckled gleefully.

"Alright, we'll start with simple hovering. On my count of three, you will all push off the ground and rise a few feet. Just a few feet, be ready. Three, two…" Madam Hooch was interrupted when Tracey's broom suddenly shot into the air.

"Miss Davis!" the instructor exclaimed indignantly. "Miss Davis! Come down this instant!"

"I can't!" Tracey panicked as her broom began to wildly buck and continued to rise higher.

"She's lost control!" Blaise shouted.

"Damn it!" Harry muttered before taking off into the air himself.

"Mr. Potter!" Madam Hooch redirected her attention to him, but Harry ignored her, quickly catching up to Tracey.

"Grab on!" he commanded, extending his hand.

"I can't!" Tracey's hands gripped her broom so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"You can grab me, or you can kiss the ground. Your choice!"

"Oh, bloody hell!" Tracey swore, reaching for him. At that moment, the broom jerked again, and she slipped off, screaming as she plummeted toward the ground. Cursing under his breath, Harry dived after her. As he got close enough, he caught her hand with one of his, keeping his other hand on the broom. He increased his speed slightly to position himself under her, ensuring she landed on the broom behind him.

Once she was securely seated, Tracey wrapped her arms tightly around Harry. He now focused on the rapidly approaching ground, instinctively pulling the broom upward. It was a difficult task, not only because of the speed of their descent but also because it was Harry's first time on a broom, and he had extra weight clinging to him, screaming in his ear. At the very last moment, the broom leveled out, their feet grazing the grass, before Harry slowed and came to a full stop, landing safely.

Harry climbed off the broom with Tracey still clinging to him, showing no sign of letting go anytime soon. He turned, and she shifted her grip, hugging him from the front. Harry used his free hand to pat her back reassuringly.

"It's okay," he said. Tracey didn't respond, instead sliding down to sit on the ground, clearly in shock. "Are you alright?" Harry knelt beside her.

"Mr. Potter." Madam Hooch finally reached them with the other students following. "Are you two hurt?"

"No, but I think Tracey's in shock. Should I take her to the hospital wing?"

"No, I'll escort her myself," the instructor decided, helping Tracey to her feet. "Mr. Potter, how long have you been flying?" she asked before leaving.

"Today was my first time," Harry admitted honestly.

"Your first time?" She blinked, clearly surprised. "Really?"

"Yes."

"One hundred points to Slytherin," Madam Hooch declared, to the delight of the other Slytherins, before heading toward the castle with Tracey. "Stay grounded, all of you," she called back. "If I catch anyone flying, they'll be out of this school faster than they can say 'Quidditch.'"

"Harry!" Daphne rushed to hug him tightly around the waist. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for saving her!" she gushed, her words muffled as she spoke into his shoulder.

"It's okay, Daph." Harry patted her back. When she finally let go, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Jet slithered up so his head peeked out of Harry's collar.

"Why is my pet upset?" the snake asked, looking at Daphne.

"She's not upset with us; she's happy her friend wasn't hurt because she was worried Tracey might have been injured," Harry explained, deciding it wasn't worth clarifying that Daphne wasn't actually his pet.

"Hm. Pet her," Jet suggested.

"What?" Harry blinked in surprise.

"Pet her; it will make her feel better."

"Why do you think that?"

"It makes me feel better."

"Harry?" Daphne asked, slightly calmer now. "What's he saying?"

"Do it," Jet insisted.

Rolling his eyes, Harry raised his hand and quickly patted Daphne on the head.

"What was that?" Blaise was the first to ask when Harry lowered his hand.

"I was told it helps people feel better," Harry replied nonchalantly, while Daphne looked embarrassed.

"Next time, try with more feeling," Jet hissed. "Also, thanks to you, I've finally flown and decided I'll never do it again."

"I can't believe it." All conversation was interrupted by Ron Weasley's voice as he addressed the other Gryffindors. "It's not fair that Slytherin got a hundred points. For what? Saving another snake?" He scoffed and looked ready to say more, but stopped when he noticed a few Gryffindors backing away nervously. Ron frowned and turned to the Slytherins, realizing they were all glaring at him, especially Daphne, whose expression was downright murderous.

Blaise drew his wand and stepped toward Ron, but Harry stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.

"Um?" Blaise blinked, and the other Slytherins paused to look at Harry.

"Put the wand away."

"Harry, you heard what he said!" Daphne burst out, looking as though she wished she could kill Ron with her glare alone.

"I did, but we're not wasting our time on someone as dark and evil as Weasley," Harry declared, turning his back on Ron and subtly signaling Blaise and Daphne to play along with a wink.

"What?! I'm not a dark wizard!" Ron protested.

"Aren't you?" Harry asked, feigning surprise as he turned back to face the redhead. His tone turned icy as he continued. "Because I've only known you for a short time, and all you do is shout, point fingers, use dead people's names for your benefit, and just now said a girl's life wasn't worth a few house points. If you think anyone wearing green isn't worth a handful of points because of a cup you're not going to win at the end of the year, then you're darker than I'll ever be." His voice dripped with disdain as he finished, then turned and walked away. The other Slytherins took the cue and followed.

"Brilliant!" Blaise chuckled once they were far enough from the Gryffindors.

"We should have hexed him anyway," Daphne muttered, still annoyed.

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