Prompt: After Hogwarts, I guess. Guys, I have one...maybe two drabbles lined up after this one. After that, I'm out of prompts for the time being. It would be really great if you could help me on that.

Time: I don't know. I doodled it during Psychology. Let's see...I spent five minutes taking notes, twenty drawing a weighted companion cube, about ten trying to hear the right lyrics for Forgive Durden's "True Moment of Choice", so that leaves fifteen minutes. Anywhere between five and fifteen minutes, then.

Title: Wicked Game (Chris Isaak)


Sometimes, after a long day, Harry would agree to play a game of Quidditch against his wife. It was freeing, being in the air again; thrilling, especially, if he was able to play properly, with seven trained members on each team.

Swerving and spinning, the wind rushing through his hair and chilling him to the bone; he could only feel warmth, a pleasure of doing something that came as naturally to him as breathing did to everyone else. It was his natural high; he was meant to soar.

On days like these, Harry wondered why he had become an Auror.