I have heard that "One day doesn't matter"...but it does, oh believe me, it does. Your whole life only consists of a few "one days" that either make you or break you, but either way change your life forever. That is what 9 November 1993 was for me: the turning point in my life. After much insistence from Cedric Diggory, God rest his soul, I finally got up the courage to ask Oliver to show me how to fly...and he did not object.
I had to say that I was rather nervous due to my fear of heights, but I soon got over it when Oliver wrapped his arms around me. It was one of those moments where your mouth goes dry and you feel like you have a dozen butterflies in your stomach. You know...where in the front of your mind is the fantasy of him just pulling you down on the ground and making love to you right then and there. Of course that didn't happen, not right then at least... you can't have sex in mid-air, it's pretty impossible, especially since the brooms are only meant to hold one. Needless to say, it was all fine, flying with him guiding the broom, I mean, he knew what he was doing, so it had to be right and we were safe. Then he landed the broom on the outside of the pitch and said, "Alright, your turn."
I looked at him as if he had just asked me to dance around naked in the middle of the Great Hall during supper, "I'm sorry, Oliver...I'll die if I fly all by myself."
He laughed, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that you won't."
We switched positions on the broom so that I was in front. He put his arms around my waist, as if to guide me, "Kick off ." He said, and I did....
....But I must have kicked off a bit too much, as the next thing I knew, the broom was zooming up in the air like a rocket into orbit.
"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" I screamed, closing my eyes....and I wasn't exaggerating either, I could nearly see the short seventeen years of my life flashing there before my very eyes. It was over...all because I wanted some time alone with Oliver.
Then Oliver took control again, "No, we're not going to die..." he said, putting the broom back on track, "The first time is always a bit scary. Hell, I ended-up in the hospital for two weeks after I got on a broom for my first fly. I was ready to give up, flying seems really scary, especially when you think you've lost control...but as long as you guide it carefully, everything will get back on course."
I had failed to realise that while he was saying that he had let go of the broom and I was in complete control.
"Penny! Penny! You're doing it yourself!" He cried.
And I was...it was all in my own hands, and I could do it on my own.
A/N: This chapter is very short, but it's also very foreshadowing. Once the whole story is completed, you'll see why.