Waiting is Never Fun [Ginny] Apr 22, 2014 21:13:34 GMT
Post by Harry J. Potter on Apr 22, 2014 21:13:34 GMT
Everything was falling out of his control. He might even say he preferred it when things were simpler and they were dealing with Umbri- Hold it. He was going a bit crazy there for a moment. Nothing was preferable to Umbridge. The scar on the back of his hand tingled as he thought of how he had momentarily gone insane. He supposed it was just the fact that everything was extremely stressful at the time. There was those PV's who were going to try to capture his friends, despite him trusting they would never use their powers for Voldemort. The DA had Draco Malfoy locked up in the Room of Requirement, which he was not happy about, but felt it was necessary, particularly with the trouble the PV's were causing. At least then the PV's wouldn't be able to have an "accident" with Malfoy with him under constant watch (unless there was a traitor in their midst, which wasn't all that crazy, though Harry did not believe it, as he trusted them).
Harry had some free time, something he hadn't had very often, and so he grabbed his firebolt and headed out to the pitch. Practices had gone pretty well so far, and he had a good feeling about the team this year, but that wasn't why he was going to the pitch. Flying made him forget, relax. Some had reading, some had homework, some had hanging with their friends or going on walks, but Harry had flying. Once outside, he climbed on the broom and made his way towards the pitch. However, when he reached the pitch, he landed in the stands, a strange feeling overtaking him. He felt... he wasn't sure what it was. It was like he was bored. But it wasn't quite that. Like he was sick with forgetting and flying. Harry sighed, sitting in the stands, setting his broom next to him.
He looked out at the Quidditch Pitch before him, remembering back to his first game, where he nearly swallowed the snitch. Oh, how he wished he could go back to that time. When he just had to worry about a troll in the dungeons and the girl's lavatory attacking Hermione and Fluffy and just a bit of Voldemort in there. Why had things had to become so complicated? While he didn't blame the elementals for causing everything, he wished that they had never gotten their powers. Now he was trying to hold together the DA a lot more than he had last year, probably because everyone believed that Umbridge was evil, at least those that were in the DA did. But now, people were confused whether the elementals were good or bad or if they had to just be locked up regardless. He hated just sitting around and doing nothing, but there was nothing he could do but wait. Waiting was not fun.