Chương 19: The Rise, The Fall, and The Fail.
The flying lesson was held in the courtyard next to the greenhouse they learned herbology.
Madam Hooch stood at the center of the courtyard, facing the twenty or so students standing next to the brooms on the ground.
"Alright, children, put your hand out and say up," Madam Hooch said.
Everyone did as they were told. The twins' brooms jumped into their hands instantly; Draco's was the next, Hermione's barely moved, Ron's rolled on the ground, and Neville's shivered. Eventually, everyone had a broom in their hands.
"Next, sit on the brooms, and on the count of three, you will take off and hover less than three feet off the ground; any higher, and I will ask you to land." Madam Hooch said.
Unlike the others, Aaron and Harry were fully focused on Neville, trying to see if the same thing would happen.
When Madam Hooch counted to two, Neville suddenly screamed and shot up, flying higher and higher.
"Harry!" Aaron shot a look at his brother, nodding at each other. They both followed Neville, who had stopped about a hundred feet off the ground and was hanging from the broom with one hand.
"What are you boys doing!? Get down this instance." Madam Hooch yelled.
The twins ignored her and flew high enough that they were at eye level with Neville.
"Harry, help him up his broom," Aaron said, grabbing Neville and letting him sit on his broom for a second. Then, Harry brought down Neville's broom, and Neville sat back on the broom.
They started descending when Aaron's broom started creaking, "oh shit," Aaron cursed.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Nothing much; I'm just about to fall about a hundred feet or so, no biggie." Aaron deadpanned.
Aaron's broom stopped working as soon as he stopped talking, sending him into freefall.
"Neville, you'll have to go down on your own; I have an idiot brother to catch," Harry said, diving down towards his brother.
"DON'T BE AN IDIOT; IF YOU CATCH ME, WE'LL BOTH FALL," Aaron said.
"But I can still slow the fall," Harry whispered to himself, finally reached his brother, caught his hand, and pulled up as hard as he could, trying to slow them down.
"YOU BLOODY IDIOT! you dislocated my shoulder!" Aaron screamed.
Harry finally managed to stop the broom a few feet from the ground. Sighing, he pulled his screaming brother onto the broom, attempting to land safely. But old brooms can only do so much, and they both fell when their broom broke.
Thankfully, they only fell a few feet; unfortunately, Aaron had a dislocated shoulder, which caused him to scream bloody murder. Harry, who had hit his head, was almost deafened in one ear.
When Harry looked up, they were surrounded by their classmates, with Madam Hooch standing there, arms crossed.
"What were you thinking? You could've died!" she said.
"Well, we succeeded, didn't we?" Harry said, glancing at Neville, standing next to their classmates.
"Yes and you both fell in the process." Madam Hooch levitated the twins off the ground, "I'm taking you to the infirmary, and then we can call your head of house to deal with you."
"No need. I'm already here, and I witnessed everything from my window." Prof. McGonagall said, "Mr Longbottom, you better come along; Madam Pomfrey would want to check you."
Turning to the twins, "As for you, we'll decide your punishment after Madam Pomfrey fixes you."
"That went well," Aaron said to his brother.
"No, it decidedly did not, Mr. Potter. Now I would advise you to be silent, lest I increase your punishment," the Gryffindor head said, glaring at Aaron.
"Oo~oo~, someone's in trouble~," Harry whispered to his brother, only to be silenced by a glare from Madam Hooch.
After five minutes of awkward silence, they reached the hospital wing. Once inside, Madam Pomfrey led the twins and Neville to separate beds and cast diagnostic charms.
"What happened to them?" Madam Ponfrey asked the Professor.
"The one with the dislocated shoulder fell eighty feet before being caught by the one with a bruised head." Madam Hooch said, glaring at the twins again, "Mr. Longbottom doesn't seem to have any injuries. He did, however, hang a hundred feet off the ground for a few seconds and then be put on his broom by the other two. I just thought you should check on him."
Madam Pomfrey sighed and continued what she did, muttering, "Reckless children, no idea of self-preservation."
"Mr. Longbottom is completely fine and can leave with the two of you."
"These two, on the other hand, must stay here for the day. One of them has a dislocated shoulder, and the other hit his head and bruised his wrist," she said, pointing to the twins. Casting a spell, Madam Pomfrey fixed Aaron's shoulder, then left to bring some potions from her office.
"Now we will discuss your punishment," Prof. McGonagall said, assured that the twins had no problematic injuries.
"Sorry, Professor, but I disagree. First of all, the underlying cause of this entire incident is the school's faulty brooms; Neville's broom flew uncontrollably, and our brooms malfunctioned when they had a bit too much weight on them,
"While most brooms are designed for one person, they still have extra load-bearing capacity in case of emergency, and you have to bear in mind that Neville and I together weigh less than the average adult, even more so for my brother and I, so this incident is the school's fault," Aaron said, putting on a glass out of nowhere. (Inventory)
Prof. McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey stood there speechless; however, Aaron wasn't done. "While I'm not expecting to be rewarded for rescuing a classmate, I think we should be compensated for the injuries and emotional distress we have suffered because of the school's malfunctioning brooms."
Madam Pomfrey, who had rejoined them at some point, was shocked at Aaron's eloquence.
"Forgive my brother's lack of tact, Professor. Despite his solid logic, he should be more respectful." Harry followed his brother's lead; using this tactic always worked. One would deliver the blunt truth, and the other would do damage control, making sure that the focus didn't shift from the truth to respect at the same time.
"Your argument is logical; tell me then, what compensation did you have in mind?" Prof. McGonagall asked Aaron, finding herself unable to refute him.
"Neville can decide on his own what he wants. My brother would make a spectacular Quidditch player; he pulled off a Wronski maneuver with a whole person, and I would like to Headmaster Dumbledore regarding what I want." Aaron said, greed oozing from his eyes.
"I will speak to the Headmaster regarding your requests," Prof. McGonagall said, "on the other hand, while your argument regarding the brooms is sound, you still disobeyed Madam Hooch. She clearly stated that no one is supposed to fly higher than three feet, and she told you to come down when you did fly further than the specified height; that means a week in detention for both of you."
Aaron's smugness deflated at Prof. McGonagall's verdict. He thought his argument would be enough to get out of detention, "who will we have detention with?"
"Your brother will report to the groundskeeper, Hagrid, and you will report directly to me. One of the Perfects will inform you of the time and the place," Prof. McGonagall left the Hospital wing with Madam Hooch and Neville, leaving Madam Pomfrey to do her job.
"Now boys, drink these potions, and you'll be right as rain by tomorrow," the Matron said, lining up the potions in the order they must be consumed.
"Now, one of the potions isn't ready yet, so I will bring it to you when it's done, Mr. Potter," she said to Aaron.
"Please call me Aaron, ma'am."
"Alright, Aaron," she nodded, leaving for her office.
"That was an epic fail. I think you need new strategies, brother. The usual one doesn't seem to work on Professor McGonagall," Harry smirked at his brother. "You should fix your hair; it looks like a bird's nest."
"Look who's talking. Your hair is a permanent bird's next, and I don't need to change tactics; I need to adjust them slightly," Aaron rolled his eyes, taking out a mirror to check his hair.
"No need to get antsy and my hair looks cool."
"Only people who aren't cool call themselves that," Aaron said, "and if you think your hair looks cool, you need some fashion sense."
"Bugger off," Harry said, changing his naturally black hair, into a deep purple shade.
"Well, at least the colors are nice," Aaron said, deciding on Ocean blue hair with short, wavy curls.
"Potter, what are you doing here?"
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