Harry sailed into the sunset-literally. He was heading west through the darkening sky on his broom. The bottle of firewhiskey in his coat was half empty, but he'd had plenty at the pub that night.
"How can he leave me?" muttered Harry with a fresh set of tears stinging his eyes. "Why? For him? If it was for him, I'll bloody kill him." No you won't. You won't hurt anyone. You'll just become twice as bitter towards the both of them. Deep down, Harry hoped that he had been left for somebody else. Because if he'd been left for another guy, it meant the faults didn't lie with Harry. It gave Harry something to shoot for. He could change to be more like his replacement. He would have Draco back again.
The night had come quickly, and the air had gotten cold. Harry's fingers were getting numb. "Mmm, what's a good spell for warmth? Damn, I'm drunk. Can't remember anything." His hands were frozen, and he had difficulty keeping a firm grasp on the broomstick. It might have made his flying a little shaky.
A sudden burst of lights all around him nearly forced him off of his broom. Harry winced as a voice boomed in his ears, "Please pull your broomstick into the Hoverzone. Please pull off to the right."
What? What's a hoverzone? Harry followed a track of big red arrows to the right. Where they ended, his broomstick froze in place. He could feel ground beneath his toes, though when he looked downward all he saw was the terrain miles below.
"Dismount from you broom, please," came a normal voice. A young male in blue robes pulled up beside him and stepped off of his broom, standing on nothing visible.
Harry got off his broom, stumbling a little.
"Wand, please," said the unknown wizard. His attractive features, angular but strong, were free of any room for argument. His brown hair matched his eyes, and was cut relatively short, but not right against the head. However, his expression left no room for Harry to consider these matters.
Harry eyed the young man. In his right hand, he held a footlong wand made of dark wood, pointed at Harry. His other hand was open, and the blue-clothed wizard shook it to emphasize his impatience. Harry handed over his wand.
"No dangerous objects," said the wizard, examining a sphere on his belt. "Okay, then. Harry Potter, is it?"
"Yes," Harry agreed, mostly sure of the fact. His head was fuzzy, spinning.
"Still a student at Hogwarts?" There was a pause, and Harry nodded. "Okay, Mr. Potter. What have you been doing tonight?"
"Just went out for butterbeer." Harry blinked a few times.
The other man waited without comment, locking his gaze on Harry.
"And maybe a shot or two of firewhiskey."
The wizatd pulled out a strip of parchment. "Please blow on this," he said in his no-nonsense tone.
Harry took in a deep breath and blew, nearly ripping the paper from his fingers.
The paper turned a bright orange-red. "Eeych! Damn, did you drink a river of the stuff? Brush your teeth once in a while. Hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth!"
I used to kiss my boyfriend. Damn you, Draco. "Um…" Harry began, fumbling for an explanation or excuse.
Harry found himself magically bound at the hands, and then to the wizard's broom. "What? Is? Happening?"
The wizard mounted the broom in front of him. He took hold of Harry's broom with his left hand. "You're being taken in for FIB-flying while intoxicated or bespelled. I'm sure they'll take you back to Hogwarts after you're booked. I'd imagine you'll be in a bit of trouble there. Sorry, but it's the policy for students and underage wizards-they'll be informed. You won't get your broom back without going to court, though." And with that, they took off, Apparated after about ten feet, and circled an unfamiliar building. Jail, supposed Harry. It's really been a bloody nasty day.
Yes, I didn't post forever. So here's your first glimpse of the HP side of things. They should come together soon, depending on how long each chapter is. My theory is they'll get longer as we go on.
