nightseer

nightseer @ 04:25 pm: Drabble: Flying
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Yu Yu Hakusho
Summary: Sometimes the simple things are the most important
Characters: Harry, Jin
Pairings: None
Spoilers: Yes, drabbles can have spoilers and this once spoils why a Defense teacher never lasted more than a year and who the new Minister of Magic is.
Author’s Notes: Not my favorite thing ever, but the more I tinker with it, the worse it gets.




After the war ended, Harry grew bored fast.

It wasn’t that he had enjoyed the constant threat to his life or his friends’ lives, but he had grown accustomed to the occasional adrenaline rush. Short of becoming an Auror, which he refused to do with Scrimgeour in office, there wasn’t much he could do to get that rush back. He had briefly debated the offer from the Tornados Quidditch team, but before he could respond, Minerva owled him about taking on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. Harry jumped at the chance to not only return to the only place he had ever thought of as a home, but to beat Voldemort one last time by surviving the curse the man had placed on the job.

Three years later and still a Professor, Harry was bored again. The curse had been easy to beat, and his students—except for a few Slytherins—were so awed they were being taught by the boy who lived that they rarely caused him problems. Merlin, his students were so boring he actually looked forward to the fights and arguments during his Gryffindor and Slytherin classes. Unfortunately, the fights weren’t enough to stop him from being bored.

He decided to turn to flying again. Even if it wasn’t playing as Seeker, flying always gave him a little of that rush that he craved.

That rush was why he was currently racing the red haired demon around the moonlit Quidditch pitch. Flying at night, even in the best of conditions, was dangerous, and racing against the demonic version of a wind mage was even worse. But…

Harry laughed softly as Jin passed him. Forcing himself to go faster, Harry quickly caught up with the other man and smirked at his shocked face as he passed him.

It might be dangerous, but it was fun.