Harry had never thought he would meet anyone he hated more than the muggles he first lived with or the bullies at the orphanage, but that was before he met his birth Father James Potter and birth brother Henry Potter. Flying lessons would be starting on Thursday and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together under the supervision of both James Potter and Madam Hooch."Typical," said Harry darkly. "Just what I always wanted, to watch Potter fawn over his disgrace of a human being son while we are taught, needlessly how to fly, again."He had been looking forward to learning to fly, more for the sake that if you pass the class you could fly around on the school brooms in free periods."You don't know that, perhaps Hooch won't let him" Hermione said reasonably. "Anyway, I heard Potter and Weasel saying that you and me go on about how good we are at Quidditch, but they made a bet that's all talk, it will be fun to prove them wrong." Draco laughed.