Chapter 1: Therapy flight

A/N: Well, I rewrote the first chapter, obviously, and I am pleased with the results. I'll re-write the second chapter a little later, but right now I've got to go. R/R!

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Harry sighed as he looked at Cho from across the Great Hall. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have been so thoughtless of Cho's feelings? And Sirius! It was my fault he died, I let Voldemort trick me... He thought.

"Harry? Hello Harry, are you there?" Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley, waved his hand in front of Harry's face.

"Huh? Oh, sorry." Harry mumbled

"Thinking about Sirius again?"

"Yeah..." Harry sighed.

"Listen mate," Ron started, "it wasn't your fault Sirius died, it was Bellatrix Lestrange's fault! In fact, if you hadn't gone to the Ministry that night then there could be a lot more going on right now than if you hadn't."

"How could it be any worse than this?" Harry snapped. "The closest thing I had to a father was killed because I was being a paranoid idiot!"

"Harry..."

"What?"

"Shut up."

"Why should I?"

"Because if you don't quit blaming yourself I'm going to blast you into little bits and then I'll feed those little bits to Hedwig!"

Harry stared at Ron.

"Go have fun, play Quidditch, Dumbledore gave you your broom back, the ban was lifted, go enjoy the sun! In fact..." Ron whipped out his wand and pointed it at Harry. "Let's go."

Harry stared at the tip of the wand.

"Ron..."

"Shut up and walk, now."

Harry sighed and got up. "Alright, alright."

Ron marched Harry out of the great hall, up to the Gryffindor common room, and into the boy's dormitory. Harry grabbed his Firebolt while Ron got his Nimbus. Ron then forced Harry down the Quidditch pitch.

"Get on," Ron ordered.

Harry got on his broom.

"Now fly." Harry looked at Ron and then at the wand.

"Go on." Ron motioned towards the sky.

Harry looked at Ron and then his wand again.

"You're a prat, you know that, right?"

"You're just saying that. Now go."

Harry took off.

The air felt good against his face as he flew. After a while Ron joined him in the air.

Ten minutes later found Harry flying around the pitch at full speed, thoroughly enjoying himself.

An hour later Harry and Ron landed at the edge of the Quidditch pitch where Hermione was standing.

"How do you feel Harry?" She asked.

Harry looked around the Quidditch Pitch, then at his friends; the ones who had been with him through nearly everything. Suddenly, the clouds of his mind cleared, and things were looking much better.

"Better, a lot better."