Dana wanted to rush to the hospital wing and cast a Memory Charm on Madam Hooch on her way back, making her forget that he had asked for leave before class.
But that thought was immediately dismissed.
He had come from Azkaban, but he had always believed he was not a criminal.
Using a Memory Charm on a professor might be effective, but it was a serious violation of school rules.
And what was he trying to achieve by doing this? Preventing his house from losing points?
Since when had he developed a sense of house pride? In the entire Gryffindor house, only three and a half people were close to him—the twins, Hermione, and Harry Potter.
So, was the real reason he wanted to cover up his lie because he didn't want to disappoint the professors?
Yes, that was the conclusion he came to after analyzing himself.
The professors had been nothing but kind to him, and he wanted to return the favor.
But the truth was the truth, and there was no need to hide it. What if he lost points?
He was just an eleven-year-old child. Wasn't it normal to make mistakes?
Besides, even if he worked to establish a good-boy image, his classmates wouldn't accept him so quickly. He had already earned nearly thirty points for Gryffindor since the start of the school year—had that changed anything?
A criminal might seem good, but perhaps he's just good at acting.
See? Prejudice wasn't so easily changed. People would desperately search for evidence to support their own beliefs, and if no evidence existed, they would create it, twisting logic to fit their narrative.
So, if it couldn't be changed, why force himself to try?
Thinking this way, Dana smiled to himself and left the castle.
The first-year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin were still gathered on the lawn, chattering excitedly about the feeling of hovering three feet off the ground.
Only Hermione stood apart, looking down at the broom in her hands as if it had personally insulted her.
Dana reached for the broomstick still lying on the ground—the one that had originally been meant for him. He didn't even say Up! Just the thought crossed his mind, and the broom leaped into his grasp, radiating a sense of happiness as if it had found its rightful owner.
Hmm—Merlin must have been an excellent Quidditch player if they had Quidditch in his time.
Dana walked over to Hermione. The girl had already noticed him and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"I feel great now," Dana replied.
Hermione nodded, then hesitated before asking, "How did you make the broom jump into your hand with just a wave? I've tried everything, but it won't listen to me."
Dana thought for a moment. "Why don't you show me?"
Hermione placed the broom on the ground, then stared at it with unwavering intensity.
"Up!" she commanded.
Nothing.
"Up," she tried again, gentler this time.
The broom didn't move.
"Come on, up!" she pleaded, her voice nearly desperate.
Still, nothing.
"Uppp~" she cooed, her voice lilting in an almost playful tone.
The broomstick twitched.
Dana's entire body shuddered in response.
"Uppp…" she whispered, almost as if begging.
The broom rolled once on the ground.
Hermione sighed in frustration. "See? That's what happens."
She bent down, picked it up, and shrugged.
Dana, suppressing a laugh, simply shook his head. "Your technique and tone are fine. Maybe flying just isn't for you… But that's okay. No one is perfect. Everyone has things they're not good at. Don't let it bother you, Hermione."
Hermione let out a defeated sigh, nodding reluctantly before glancing at Dana. "No one is perfect, huh? So, what aren't you good at?"
Dana hesitated. He didn't know how to answer that.
Perhaps his inability to bear children?
Fortunately, Draco Malfoy provided a timely distraction.
"Look! It's the sick criminal and the little Mudblood who can't even summon a broom! What's wrong, Dana Emrys? Do you think your flying skills are as pathetic as hers, so you decided to stick with her?"
Noisy.
Dana didn't bother wasting words.
He simply flicked his wand. "Silencio."
A soft flash of light hit Malfoy.
And then—
Silence.
Malfoy's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
No sound came out.
His expression flickered from shock to anxiety to rage.
For a brief moment, it looked like he would explode—
But then he seemed to remember something.
Dana Emrys was not someone to mess with. Even an older student like Dunat Avery had suffered at his hands.
So, Malfoy wisely shut his mouth.
Instead, he glared daggers at Dana, his eyes flashing with the promise of revenge.
But before anything could escalate further, Madam Hooch returned.
Her sharp, hawk-like eyes immediately locked onto Dana.
Dana met her gaze and gave her a small nod as if to say:
Go on, Madam, deduct points.
But instead, Madam Hooch just blinked at him before turning away, acting as if nothing had happened.
It was as if she was telling herself:
That boy was in the hospital wing just moments ago. He must have snuck out. But how? The infirmary is on the second floor… Did he jump out the window?
Deciding it was better not to ask questions, she focused on the class instead.
"Alright, let's continue," she announced. "Straddle your broom, push off the ground lightly, and try to hover!"
Dana followed her instructions, swinging his leg over the broom.
The moment he mounted it, he felt a shift—like an invisible force adjusting beneath him, perfectly balancing him in the air.
He barely even pushed off, yet the broom effortlessly lifted him a foot off the ground.
Meanwhile, Hermione was… struggling.
No matter how hard she tried, her broom refused to lift.
Even when she jumped, it was as if the broom pushed her back down.
Girl, give up. The ground loves you.
Dana smiled at the sight of Hermione's growing frustration.
But when she turned her angry gaze on him, he quickly wiped the grin off his face and looked away.
"Don't turn away, Emrys! I saw you laughing!" Hermione snapped. "This is not funny!"
She was red with frustration, puffed up like an angry pufferfish.
Dana wisely said nothing.
Then Madam Hooch called, "Alright! Now try to lift yourselves a little higher—slowly. Stay in control. See how high you can go while feeling secure."
Malfoy was the first to rise, easily reaching ten feet. He shot Dana a smug look.
Dana ignored him.
Instead, he did exactly as instructed—except he kept going higher.
Five feet.
Ten feet.
Twenty feet.
Higher than the castle walls.
Higher than the main towers.
Higher than the tallest spires of Hogwarts itself.
Below him, Madam Hooch's voice barely reached his ears.
"Emrys! Don't go so high! It's dangerous for a first flight!"
Dana glanced down.
From this height, Madam Hooch looked no bigger than a marble.
Then—he dived.
Faster than anyone had ever seen.
Wind roared in his ears. The ground rushed up at an alarming speed.
"NO! TOO FAST! YOU'LL BREAK YOUR NECK—"
And then—
At the last second—
Dana pulled up, executing a flawless cobra maneuver just three feet above the ground before landing as smoothly as if he had never left.
The entire class was silent.
Madam Hooch stood frozen, staring at him in shock.
Her voice, when she finally spoke, was barely a whisper.
"This child…"
She swallowed.
"He belongs to the sky."
End of the Chapter.
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