This is my version of the classic L/J story. I tried a love/hate - but it didn't seem to work, so it changes half-way through. Please read and review, either way. It's rated PG because there are a few swears, but nothing much.

This poem's about Harry's first flight on a broomstick... or rather the feelings/thoughts that he felt/that went through his mind. It's more about flying in general. Flying on a broomstick, that is.