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"I am smart enough to know that stone is very dangerous and does not need to be hidden in a school full of children. Harry, if you hear anyone discussing trying to break into that room, please let me know. It will not be tattling because it means saving a life. Nobody can handle that Cerberus except Hagrid and that is only because it belongs to him and he is bigger than it is," Severus stressed.
Harry frowned. "Actually, I did overhear Weasley telling Finnigan and Thomas that they should break in and find out what's there, but I think he was only bragging."
"Most likely you are right, but you might want to let Percy, Fred or George know. I suspect one Howler from Mrs. Weasley will stop him dead in his tracks. I do not wish even Mr. Weasley to be torn apart by a Cerberus."
"I'm glad you told me about this, Dad. I'm glad you trust me enough with the information."
"I do trust you, Harry, but please do not tell anyone what I have told you unless there is danger that somebody may be trying to get into the room and then you are to tell me or one of the other professors."
Harry gave his dad a hug. It gave him a warm feeling to know that he was trusted. "I'm going to go to the library and work on my homework before dinner."
"Okay. I will see you at dinner then."
After Harry left, Severus smiled. If Albus was planning on trying to involve Harry some way with the Sorcerer's Stone he was doomed to failure.
Quidditch tryouts for Slytherin and Ravenclaw were this weekend and Gryffindor and Hufflepuff the next weekend. Flying lessons for the first years would start tomorrow with Madam Hooch. Severus had a free period during that time and planned to watch it out of sight. He just wanted to make sure that nobody tried to harm Harry while he was flying.
Severus had drawn the late patrol at eleven o'clock for the first night and last night. Both nights he had found Quirrell lurking about the third floor corridor. When questioned, Quirrell stammered that he was making sure nobody was trying to break into the room, but something about his demeanor sent up red flags for Severus.
The next morning before Harry's first flying class; Severus shrank his Nimbus, put it in his pocket and waited on a parapet overlooking the grounds where the flying lessons were held. It was too close to the Whomping Willow for his comfort and he just had an uneasy feeling. He remembered how Lily used to tease him about 'his uneasy feelings' and call it his radar. He had lived many years with an alcoholic father who had a hair-trigger temper so that may be when his 'radar' developed, but he also always listened when it was warning him about something.
He watched as the Ravenclaw's and the Hufflepuff's and lined up facing one another. He spotted Madam Hooch coming and watched as she strode between the students wishing them a good morning as she passed. She turned and stood at the head of the two lines with her hands on her hips and said, "Good morning, Class."
"Good morning, Madam Hooch," they answered. The brooms were laid out in two neat rows across from one another
"Well, what are you waiting for? Choose a broom! Come along, hurry up! Put your right hand over your broom and say up."
They did as she told them. Severus noticed Harry's broom jumped into his hand straight away. She gave them their instructions. "Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground hard. Keep your broom steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three – two –"** Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Harry did as she instructed, but instead of rising just a few feet, his broom shot up into the air ten feet and took off, heading for the Whomping Willow. "Mr. Potter-Snape, come back here!" Madam Hooch shouted, jumping on her broom to go after him, but it threw her off.
Severus resized his Nimbus and kicked off, going after Harry's broom. He leaned forward slightly to increase his speed.
Madam Hooch understood without being told that something was wrong with the brooms and ordered all the children to drop them and move completely away from them.
Harry was pale and holding onto his broom for dear life. He couldn't seem to do anything with it, turn it around or slow it down. It was like it had a mind of its own. He could hear his year mates and classmates yelling and screaming below. He suddenly saw his dad on his Nimbus flying beside him. "Dad! I can't get it to stop or slow down and I'm heading right for that huge tree!"
"Harry, do exactly as I say, all right? Lean sideways towards me," Severus ordered. He flew as close to Harry's broom as he could, steadying his broom with one had while he reached out for him. Harry used his father's arm as leverage and was able to pull himself over onto Severus' broom. Severus put his arm around Harry, turned his broom around in a wide circle heading away from the Whomping Willow. Harry's broom went flying into the tree and was smashed by it into a million pieces.
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