Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

This was Harry's deepest wish, the reason he was sorted to Slytherin. In his previous life, he had died forgotten, alone. In this life, Harry grew up being told that he was no one and that he would never amount to anything. He would prove them wrong. He would prove them all wrong, that he swore.

It was after the second week of school that something new finally happened. Flying lessons were available to first years, and the entire house war that was going on practically disappeared overnight just because of the excitement of it.

Longbottom kept telling everyone about how good he was on a broom, so much so that a quidditch team apparently wanted him to join. Malfoy wasn't that far behind him in terms of fake stories, saying that he almost escaped a muggle helicopter while flying on a broom. Discounting the fact that it was illegal for quidditch teams to hire anyone under the age of fifteen, and the fact that helicopters were very loud that 'narrowly' escaping them meant that Draco was either deaf or an idiot, the Malfoy scion's story was a clear breach of the statute of secrecy, which can be very heavily enforced, even to minors.

Surprisingly enough, Tracy was also very invested in flying lessons. She was apparently very fond of Quidditch and hoped to be a chaser on the Slytherin team in her next year. Harry stayed quiet, of course, during the bragging sessions, rolling his eyes at his classmate's ludicrous stories.

His precious peace and quiet were interrupted in the middle of the common room when Malfoy proudly proclaimed, "Potter, you must be disappointed to be away from your books for so long during flying lessons. Didn't you say that you didn't like Quidditch?"

The entire common room froze when the smug looking blonde said that. Tracy looked at Harry with betrayal in her eyes, "Is it true?"

Harry simply shrugged, unconcerned, "I quite like flying, actually, but I just don't see the appeal in Quidditch. I suppose I could watch it, but I don't really fancy myself playing, to be honest."

That was a lie, of course, Harry had no idea about flying a broom. He's just banking on his Potter flying genes being a thing as they do in the stories.

Still, the entire common room kept shouting obscenities at him until Harry raised his wand and flicked it. A loud cannon sound was emitted from the wand and silenced everyone, "Look, I don't care if you think that Quidditch is the best sport in the world. I am allowed to have my preferences, and if I don't like it, and I don't keep shoving this fact down your throats, then I expect you to extend the same courtesy to me. Or have all of you forgotten your manners?"

Everyone looked down sheepishly and Harry nodded to them and left, his friends following him.

When they were outside the common room, Daphne glared at the hidden entrance, "What did Malfoy want to achieve by saying something like that?"

Harry simply shrugged, "I don't know, and I don't care. Although, I never expected the fact that I don't like Quidditch to cause this big of a scene. I swear there were seventh years yelling at me."

"It's the biggest sport in the world, of course, they're going to be mad at you. Hell, I'm mad at you. How could you not like Quidditch?" Tracy answered while glaring.

"I just don't. I also don't like eating fish. Do I have to explain myself?"

"But it's Quidditch!" Tracy protested.

"Look, all I'm seeing is seven people on brooms trying to put a ball in hoops while the beaters try to push them off the brooms and the seekers keep trying to find a smaller golden ball with wings to stop the match. There's just too much chaos happening at the same time, that I find the game ridiculous. Honestly, I would rather be reading a book than watching a game. Unless of course Tracy is playing. That would change everything, of course."

The girl looked down and blushed while the other two snickered.

Harry just continued, "Look, I just don't like the game. It's not a big deal, and even if you want me to go to watch them, I will. But I don't think I'll ever play it. But I love flying. I'm actually excited to get my flying license."

Yeah, flying lessons were technically outside the Hogwarts curriculum. They weren't graded, and you can actually fail the class. The reason is to have enough proficiency in flying broom to be allowed to do it by the ministry. You could do it at any time, during any year, but the professors recommend doing it during first years to both act as a scout for the house Quidditch teams, and because the classwork is relatively light in the first year.

In a way, a flying license was like an apparition license. Only people with them can buy a broom from anywhere. Technically, you were not even allowed to own a broom without having a licence and anyone selling or giving a broom to someone who doesn't is illegal and punishable with a large fine. Oh, parents ignored it, of course, and bought their children brooms. But they were technically the parents' property, not their children's.

It was also the reason why first years weren't allowed to have brooms, since it was technically illegal, but once they get their broom license, they would be allowed to use them to move around – outside the castle, of course.

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