Harry gave a big grin. "Nope, but I have time yet, class just started."
Well, so much for blocking that cursed blush. Padma was joined by Tracy in giggling sisterhood, and NEITHER of them were paying attention to the expertly crafted Glare Of Doom that was aimed at their hearts.
She settled herself the best she could. "I am not sure there will ever be enough time for that, Potter."
Damn his grin. "Ah, so we just need more time then? Well, I might not wait forever you know."
Her sputtered reaction was put on hold by a woman with golden eyes arriving. "Everyone settle. I am Madam Hooch and today all of you will be learning to fly." She gestured to the sad brooms. "Each of you stand by one of these broomsticks." Padma seemed to be having fun making faces at Hermione, since they were across from each other. Harry tried to focus on his broom, while ignoring the glares from the young lady beside him.
Madam Hooch seemed pleased at how everyone was set up. "Now, take your right hand over your broom and command 'UP'. It is a will thing, really."
As Harry watched, a sickly brown thread tried to reach up to his hand... it was almost too sad to watch. In pity, he pushed a few ropes into it.
Daphne had just gotten her broom to reach her hand when she heard a gasp and turned.
Harry's eyes were glowing. A rich and deep green seemed to shine from his orbs, as his right hand floated a foot above his broom. As she watched his broom began glowing, sections of runes and flashes of colors sparking as his broom began growing, flowing, reshaping. Twigs straightened, cracks shrank or seemed to seal... as his gaze faded the broom seemed to pulse with power.
"Harry, could you do my broom too? Frankly this one scares me a bit." Padma thrust a broom with an obvious crack near the bristles at him, as if a glowing god fixing brooms was an everyday thing.
Oh Merlin, his smile.
"No problem, Padma. Hermione, Terry, would you like your brooms fixed as well?"
Daphne looked at the other two while in shock. They were actually IGNORING Harry in favor of glaring at their brooms. Terry spoke up first. "PLEASE Harry, I feel like mine died years ago."
Daphne barely realized when the boy turned, but suddenly her world was full of green eyes. "Daphne, would you care for me to work on your broom as well?" Thankfully her new BEST FRIEND Tracy piped up. "PLEASE Harry, and mine too. These things are deathtraps."
Those eyes should be illegal.
Harry chuckled as his waved his hand over the brooms near him. Each one had a weakened core, so he just used some of his own power to supplement the broom's power the same way he powered the Red Network at home. Connect two threads, pump a bit of energy in, then cut it.
There MAY have been a moment where he had been concerned about exploding his broom, but that was fixed hopefully before anyone noticed. The rest was as easy as fixing NORMAL furniture and stuff, he just had to make sure to reinforced each spell enchanted on the object as he went. Under a band of metal near the tail he also felt some runes, which he deepened and powered. No real clue what those did, but they should probably still be there. As the last broom in his group finished, he watched the glow settle into the wood. Maybe he should try duplicating it or messing with the spells, now that he had some...
"AMAZING Mr. Potter!"
OH MERLIN HIS HEART! 'JIM, why didn't you TELL me she was behind me?'
'Quack.'
Stupid smug duck. "Sorry for distracting the class Madam Hooch, I was concerned our brooms were failing so I was fixing them."
Her eyes, eagle shaped and golden, seemed fastened on the brooms. "That is... I mean, Amazing. What spells did you use?"
He rubbed his hand through his hair, feeling embarrassed. "I uh... I forgot to use my wand. Sorry, I already had my hand over it and stuff." He turned to the broom, missing MANY expressions that sentence had caused. "Anyway, I just repaired the wood by shrinking the stick a bit, repaired the straw, deepened the runes under this metal so they were not so faded, and filled it with more magic since the stuff inside was starting to fade."
He felt a hand on his shoulder as he knelt looking at the most recently repaired broom. Daphne was trying not to giggle. "Harry, you may have broken the teacher."
He looked over his shoulder... Oh bloody hell.
After a bit of brain resetting occurred, Madam Hooch had brought out a LOT more brooms and had a grin on her face. "Mr. Potter, I will give you 100 house points if you repair these. The class can wait, I have been trying to get the governor board to approve replacing these things forever. Hopefully you can make these safe." He saw a disturbingly large pile. "Do you have more? I could use them as raw materials to repair the others."
Her grin was almost feral. A few wand motions and a MOUND of broken brooms, random pieces of straw, and probably a few broken dreams appeared next to the brooms. Much of it was just wood at this point.
He waved a hand and missed her expression as the pile began forming into large blocks of wood and a pile of straw. As he focused on the pile, he continued. "I can tell we have a bunch of types of brooms. What is the best one we have right now? I can probably duplicate it with all this material to work with."
Madam Hooch started to point toward one of the Cleansweeps before she paused. If he could duplicate brooms... "One moment Mr. Potter."
He barely heard her as the large pile continued to separate. This wood felt interesting, like it was hugging his threads as he separated it... somehow it felt HAPPY to be used for repairing fellow brooms.
Suddenly he felt the teacher returning. She had a grin as she passed him a broom that GLOWED with power. "Can you change them to match this one, Mr. Potter?"
He glanced at it. "Nimbus 2000? Sounds nifty, let me see what I can do."
The rest of the students were just kind of lost. One moment they were about to learn to fly, the next they were being told to do nothing after Harry did something to a few of the brooms.
Daphne was trying to ignore increasing levels of teasing from Tracy. It wasn't easy though, especially now that she and a girl named Padma were giggling over the whole situation.
A claw with bushy brown hair gave Daphne a sympathetic look. "Harry teased you a bit?" She gave a slight sigh. "Is he always like that? It was a bit... what was that whole glowing broom thing anyway?"
She shrugged. "Harry pretty much lives doing stuff we have never seen before." She held out a hand. "I'm Hermione Granger."
Daphne shook back, keeping her eyes open. "Daphne Greengrass. Are the other stories passing around school also true?" She raised an eyebrow. "I have heard some interesting things about his Transfiguration class."
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