Harry Potter One Shots

Lee Jordan

     I sighed, my eyes closed as I leaned back against the tree by the Black Lake. The sun was beaming, warming my face. I could hear the cheers and jaunts from the pitch as Gryffindor scored against Slytherin and as Lee Jordan's commentary reached me, I tried to imagine the game in front of my eyes.

     Why didn't I just go watch the game if I cared so much, you ask? Well, apparently I am too opinionated and too loud in voicing those opinions during the game. I was banned from watching any Gryffindor or Slytherin game since my second year. I still went to the Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff game though.

     The noise died down and instead, I heard the thundering of the students making their way back to the castle, hungry and whispering about the game. I opened my eyes and watched them, waiting until I saw my friends.

     I frowned when I saw Fred, George and Harry being escorted to the castle, all wearing angry looks and Malfoy with a bloody nose.

     "Lee!" I called, quickly getting to my feet and rushing over to my fellow Gryffindor. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "What happened?"

     "I couldn't hear, but Malfoy must've really pissed them off. Harry was holding George back one second and I saw Malfoy say something, the next thing I know both George and Harry are throwing punches. Lucky for Malfoy, Fred was securely held back." Lee sighed, shaking his head. "Come on, let's get something to eat while we wait."

     And we waited, for what seemed like forever but really it was only a couple hours. When the twins and Harry came back, heads hanging low and grim looks on their faces, we knew it couldn't be any good.

     "You were what?" I asked, not believing my ears. "She can't do that! On what grounds?"

     "There's nothing we or McGonagall could have done." Fred sighed, his head in his hands.

     "Banned, from ever playing quidditch again." George shook his head, not meeting any of our eyes.

     "But that's complete rubbish! She can't just do that, what about Dumbledore?"

     "Dumbledore's got other things, more important things, on his mind, love." George smiled softly, already accepting this defeat and I sighed, shaking my head.

     "Come on, let's settle for some well taught-out pranks instead." Fred joined in and the four of us sat down at our usual table, already pulling out pieces of parchment with unfinished ideas.

***

"Ow, Lee!" I groaned, pushing myself back off from the floor.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Lee gasped, eyes wide, quickly rushing to help me back up.

"Merlin, your aim is rubbish." I muttered and Lee grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's not that bad."

"You were aiming for George." I raised my eyebrows at him. "He's literally on the other side of the room." Currently laughing his ass off with Fred.

"Okay, so I could use a bit of improvement." Lee chuckled and I rolled my eyes in amusement.

"Show me your posture." I sighed, shaking my head. Lee nodded and immediately showed me the way he spaced out his feet and how he angled his arms. "Alright, more like this, your feet like that." I pointed out, walking around him and improving his posture until it was near perfect.

"This better?" Lee questioned when I backed away and I cocked my head to the side before nodding.

"Try to disarm me."