Title: Free Fall ( Read more... )

later, those birds grew bigger - clunkier - as they battered each other, fighting for that piece of glory; the golden glint of victory.

and as his fingers closed around it he would smile a shadow smile, while applause rose up around him and pulled him

down

down

down.

so as hope took

f

(el)

l

ight

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Whenever Harry dreamt of blood, he climbed out of the window of Gryffindor Tower, broom in hand, and freefell until the very last possible second.  Sometimes the tips of his naked toes brushed against the long grass before he pulled back, his Firebolt unrelenting and reliable in his grasp.  Sometimes he’d laugh out loud, breathless and ecstatic, ( Read more... )

Pansy remembered the first time she successfully rode a broom.  She was young and the air was frigid, the night silent except
for the baying of creatures in the Dark Forest.  Her bare thighs clung to the wood and she shivered as she rode higher, shivered so hard the broom shook.

It didn’t matter, though, that she was terrified.  In that moment, ( Read more... )