Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ werewolf chronicles: Chamber of Secrets ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 7 )

Another chapter to read~

Though I don't need it, a review is always nice.

 

NOTES: First off, I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any sort of profit off this work - the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling!

 

Second, this will follow closely to the original plot J.K. has laid down in her books but the whole story is told from the view point of my own original character! So events and occasions will be slightly altered to fit my character into the picture! Thus the `alternate universe' genre.

 

Now then, boring stuff:

 

Rating: Appropriate for all ages

Spoilers: The Chamber of Secrets (duh)

 

 

 

Chapter Six: Flight

 

Renee walked nervously down to the school grounds - today was their first flying lessons, and she had not really been looking forward to it. She had asked the twins and Lavender if they had any advice on flying, but they simply said to just stay calm and not look down once she was up in the air. The thought was not very comforting. She trotted down with a few other first years - she was relieved to see that there were other students who were just as nervous as she was.

The day was clear and surprisingly warm; there was no wind or breeze, so the grass stayed still as she crossed over to the grounds opposite from the forbidden forest, eyeing the dark trees looming in the distance.

Hufflepuff and most of Ravenclaw were already there, about 20 or so broom lined up on the ground. Renee had heard about the school brooms and they were more complaints then anything.

Madam Hooch soon arrived; Renee wringed her hands nervously. Madam Hooch had short, grey hair and yellow eyes that sort of reminded her of Calamir's eyes.

`Well? What are you waiting for? Everyone by a broomstick - hurry up!' Renee stood rigid by the broom closest to her; it looked old. It had odd ends of twigs sticking out in odd directions.

`Stick out your right hand over your broom - and say “Up!”' She barked; the students all held their right hands out, calling “up”. Renee watched as the brooms immediately jumped to the hands of a few students; some didn't seem to do anything at all, while others rolled a bit on the ground. Renee clenched and unclenched her hand, holding it out as far as she could away from her over the broom, closing her eyes.

`U-up!' She managed out, and almost immediately it jumped to her hand. Renee opened her eyes in shock, side glancing to the broom she was now clutching in her hand. She was feeling - something strange; her fear and nervousness seemed to fading and something else was taking over - but what?

Madam Hooch explained how to mount the broom without sliding off the end, walking up and down the line of students to inspect their grips and correct it if necessary. It took twice before Renee finally got her grip right.

`Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off - gently - from the ground,' Renee couldn't help but feel there was some warning in the way Madam Hooch said “gently”. `Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle - three - two -' Renee laughed to herself; gentle, she says. Being half werewolf had its disadvantages as well - aside from extra sharp senses, Renee had a strength most children her age wouldn't; doing anything “gentle” was like trying to thread thick wool through a pin-top size needle hole.

`- One!' The whistle blew and Renee tried to kick the ground as gently as she could - apparently it wasn't gentle enough. A scream escaped Renee's mouth as her broom shot straight up to the sky. She could barely hear Madam Hooch yelling at her to come back down. Renee barely managed to catch another breath as another scream escaped, clinging to the broom tightly as it soared higher and higher up to the sky.

Soon the screaming came to a stop as a sudden thought seemed to be sinking into her mind … she was flying.

Renee felt the corners of her mouth turn upwards slightly in a smile - she was flying. The initial fear she felt before, it disappeared and she felt - strangely excited. She was flying.

She risked taking a look down - the students and the teacher seemed so small from where she was, but she felt no fear. Renee also realized her broom had stopped escalating and was simply hovering her in the air. She turned her head towards the top of trees of the forbidden forest; the birds were flying in and out of the tree tops.

Renee watched them with interest, before turning her attention to the broom; she jerked it slightly to the right, and when it didn't move, jerked harder. It gave a sharp turn and she almost rolled over, straightening herself up as she jerked it left back to the middle. Her breathing was coming in fast, but she still didn't feel afraid.

She leaned forward and the broom started to descend; a voice suddenly piped up in the back of her head.

 

No… I want to stay here…

 

Renee pulled the broom up, stopping her descent. She didn't want to go back to the ground yet - she wanted to fly. She jerked a hard right, leaning her body in the same direction so is not to fall off; it had happened - she could finally fly.

She experimented with many different jerks or soft tugs on the handle as laughter began to escape her lips.

Ever since she first found and raised Calamir from a baby bird, she had always dreamed of flying. She had often scared her mother and brother with her - “experiments” in flying, which usually resulted in her ending up with a few broken bones or some rather deep flesh wounds.

Renee weaved in and out of the clouds, completely forgetting where she was or what she was actually suppose to be doing right now. All that mattered to her was feeling the warmth of the sun against her skin, the wind blowing through her hair and across her face. She looked down, seeing the small line of students on the ground - she was surprised Madam Hooch hadn't come up to get her yet.

Renee felt her heart pounding - the odd feeling she had before was pulsing stronger in her veins. She felt - daring. Something that never happened with her before due to her shy personality.

She leaned forward, slowly at first, leading the broom into a slow descent towards the ground. She crouched lower, feeling her speed increase; the ground seemed to be coming at her all too soon. Some of the students gasped, some even closing their eyes.

`She's going to crash!'

`I can't watch!'

 

No… I don't want to land yet…

 

She pulled up at the last minute, flying straight past two students as they jumped out of her way (though she was certain there was plenty of room for her to pass) and soared straight back up into the air. Renee let out a loud laugh of excitement, ignoring the awe-struck expressions of the students staring after her. She knew she would have to come down some time - the broom was starting to vibrate in her hands.

 

… But for now - she would enjoy what she can; for right now - nothing else seemed to matter. It was only her and the clear blue sky, and nothing else to weigh her feet down on the ground.

 

Chapter Six End