James plays Quiditch

James has always played Quiditch, ever since he could remember he has been on a broom. Even when he was little he would watch his dad and his uncles play in the garden or is mum playing for the Harpies, he knew that that was what he should be doing.

He remembers the first time he went on a proper broomstick, he had stolen Teddy's. He was fed up with his little one with all its patronising boundaries.

The small dark haired boy ran his hand along the smooth clean wood. He put his small eight year old hand over the broom and told it firmly,

"Up."

Straight away it shot up in to his hand. He mounted it, then kicked off. He soared upwards, higher than he had ever been before. He laughed, this feeling had to be the best feeling in the world.

Down below, his mum called and screamed at him to get down along with his father. James took no notice. Harry was sure he was going to fall, but he didn't.

Instead the eight year old flew about, even performing some tricks without the slightest wobble. Then when he was ready he flew down to meet his livid parents.

As soon as James entered Hogwarts, he was enlisted in to the team. Earlier than his dad. For some reason that made James seemed to glow with pride. He had on his first morning, taken his new broom out for a spin, conveniently past Finn Wood, the Quiditch captains, dorm a few time. By ten o'clock it was official. James Potter was the new seeker in the Griffindor Quiditch team.

"You fly then?" the Scottish boy asked,

"You could say that…"

"You're good kid, really good."

"Thanks Finn, that means a lot." James smiled, his brown eyes twinkling under a mop of raven coloured hair.

"Griffindor are looking for a new seeker, you interested?"

"Definitely. When are the tryouts?"

"The jobs yours if you want it. No try out needed!"

"Yes please…"

Then in fourth year, when all James could think about was her. He told her to meet him at the pitch at six a' clock for a surprise,

There she stood, looking a little bemused. He walked over and brandished his broom,

"Fancy a ride?" he asked smiling,

"You're crazy James Potter…" she smiled back. They flew about, her arms around him, so close that he could here her heart beat. He stopped by the three hoops, gently guiding her to sit on one. She did clutching on to the edge. He sat next to her,

She smiled before leaning in and softly kissing him on the lips, which he gently responded to.

Come fifth year when they had to have personal career talks, one to one with there head of house. James went in to that room not knowing what to say,

"Come in James…" called out Professor Longbottom,

"Hullo Neville," James replied,

"Now Mr Potter," Neville adopted a stricter tone of voice, "Any ideas on what you want to do when you finish Hogwarts?"

"Not really…"

"What do you love more than ever?"

"Flying. I want to fly." James suddenly realised, his eyes lighting up.

"You've got the talent James just got to be committed." Longbottom smiled, which James matched.

And even now as he prepares to step out on to the pitch, he thinks back over all though games, or the times he has flown. To this date it is still the best feeling in the world. Suddenly all the nerves are gone. This is where he belongs,

"England's seeker James Potter…" the voice read out. James grinned, before flying out to a full stadium of screaming fans. For James it was pure rapture.