DISCLAIMER: I only own Raven, all the rest belong to J.K.

Chapter 14: The Ride

Harry got up early and decided to head to the Quiddich field to fly around some. It was late November and already the weather had grown much colder, but he was antsy to get on his Firebolt and fly.

He quickly dressed in warm robes with many layers underneath. He grabbed his Firebolt and ran down the stairs and down the corridors and out of the castle. He ran all the way to the field in anticipation of the ride yet to come.

He jumped onto his broom as soon as he stepped foot inside the stadium and instantly took off into the sky. He soared high above the stands and reveled in the peaceful silence that surrounded him. There was no sound, just overwhelming peace and serenity.

He just happened to look down and see a single figure sitting in the stands, watching him. He looked closer and saw the raven hair and black eyes that immediately identified the owner: Raven.

He lowered until he was hovering in front of the stands in front of her. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She got up slowly and made her way over to him.

"Hello Mr. Potter," Raven purred while reaching out and stroking the Firebolt with one hand.

"Hello Raven. What are you doing out here in this weather?"

"I saw you heading out this way and just decided I would come out here and watch."

"Oh well….but aren't you cold?"

"No, not really," but she wasn't looking at him when she said this. She was staring at his broom with a small smile on her face. Then she looked up to him, smiling sweetly. "Can I have a ride on that?"

Harry looked apprehensive to turn his Firebolt over to someone other than him but then again, he let Ron have a go on it. "Um…do you know how to ride a broom?"

"Um…not really. I mean I know a lot about it."

"Well…" Harry looked at her. "Let's go down to the ground where I can show…"

"Honestly Harry! What do you think I'm going to do! Please?"

"Fine," he said. He lowered into the stands and climbed off his broom. He stood there nervously, holding his broom.

"Harry," she started slowly, "you're going to have to let go of the broom."

"Oh, yeah…right." He slowly walked over to her and held out the broom.

Raven took a hold of the Firebolt and lightly ran her fingers over it. She smiled brightly at him.

"Before you take off," Harry started, seeing how bad she wanted to take off, "let me go over some of the basics with you. Let's see…first get on the broom." He watched as Raven climbed onto the broom and her smile grew even more wide at the prospect of flying. "Okay, you go up by pull…"

"Harry," Raven interrupted, "I've got it. It can't be that hard, can it?"

"Um…"

"Just relax," she whispered and then she was off.

He watched as she soared high in the air. She flew fast over the stands and dove deeply before quickly pulling up. He was impressed by her skill and even more impressed when she started doing flips and large loops in the air.

She flew for about five minutes before skillfully landing in front of him. A huge smile was plastered on her face as she tossed his broom back to him. She laughed at his confused face.

"I'm a fast learner."

Then she was gone, leaving Harry to stare after her.

A/N: I know, short. I got that one line from Aladdin, which I do not own, just happen to love. I hope you guys like this story.