Wild Blue Yonder

He's not scared, he tells himself. Well, mostly not, anyway. It's just different now, entering a war with someone you love.

He tears his eyes away from the white graduation pavilion below and swings his broomstick towards the rising sun. His life spills before him in every direction, a rolling expanse of unpredictable blue.

The congratulatory letter burns in his pocket. "Department of Law Enforcement, Auror Office." In the other pocket, the newly-resized engagement ring, ready and waiting. His heart pounds just thinking about it.

All around him, the sky sings of maybe and chances — real, life-and-death chances — and he tries not to believe that's enough to scare the fearless James Potter.

"Oy, Prongs," shouts Sirius from the barren stands, hands cupped around his mouth. "You aren't planning to fly away or something, right?"

James waves jauntily. "And miss my last breakfast at Hogwarts? Yeah right."

His feet send the mud splattering.

Trying to get back into writing. Thanks for being patient with me.