(A/N: This one-shot is loosely based on a scene in STNG episode Relics.
I was reminded of this scene while reading a book so I decided to make
something up using it as a base. The original scene is when Scotty and
Picard are in the Holodeak and are talking about the love of there
first ships. Also I would like to say that I don't own anything that is
written here.)
This story takes place a few years after graduation. The order had moved its headquarters Hogwarts after it was finally determined by the ministry that Voldemort was back.
Harry was sitting in the common room in front of the fireplace polishing his beloved Firebolt II. It was a gift from his girlfriend after his old Firebolt was destroyed in a battle with Voldemort's forces.
He took his time to look at it in great detail. He examined the way the grain of the wood flowed down the handle of the broom. As his hand traveled down the handle he careful took note of any imperfections in the handle. He than checked the bristles for any bent or frayed ends and trimmed them.
Ron soon joined him at the fireplace to polish his own broom. Ron still had his Cleansweep that he got when he became prefect. "You know Harry that Firebolt II you got is just amazing. Its loads better than your old Nimbus 2000."
"Even though this is light years ahead of my old Nimbus their still times that I wish I still had it back." Harry told Ron. "Why is that Harry?" asked a confused Ron.
Harry looked across the common room to where he could see Tonks, Hermione, and Ginny chatting and said. "It's like the first time you fall in love. You don't ever love a woman quite like that again."
(A/N: To the readers of my other story I will be updating it soon. I just had to get this out of my system first. It was like all consuming. I couldn't write anything else.)
This story takes place a few years after graduation. The order had moved its headquarters Hogwarts after it was finally determined by the ministry that Voldemort was back.
Harry was sitting in the common room in front of the fireplace polishing his beloved Firebolt II. It was a gift from his girlfriend after his old Firebolt was destroyed in a battle with Voldemort's forces.
He took his time to look at it in great detail. He examined the way the grain of the wood flowed down the handle of the broom. As his hand traveled down the handle he careful took note of any imperfections in the handle. He than checked the bristles for any bent or frayed ends and trimmed them.
Ron soon joined him at the fireplace to polish his own broom. Ron still had his Cleansweep that he got when he became prefect. "You know Harry that Firebolt II you got is just amazing. Its loads better than your old Nimbus 2000."
"Even though this is light years ahead of my old Nimbus their still times that I wish I still had it back." Harry told Ron. "Why is that Harry?" asked a confused Ron.
Harry looked across the common room to where he could see Tonks, Hermione, and Ginny chatting and said. "It's like the first time you fall in love. You don't ever love a woman quite like that again."
(A/N: To the readers of my other story I will be updating it soon. I just had to get this out of my system first. It was like all consuming. I couldn't write anything else.)
