This, however, wasn’t what illicited the blush, it was what she was doing to her broom.She had the handle in a tight grip, and was stroking it up and down the broom’s stick in a rather lewd manner.

Getting up, he saw several quidditch posters- one of which took up quite a bit of space on the wall- but noticed that they weren’t posters of the Cannons.

While he wasn’t really a fan of the Chudley squad, it was the only team he had any familiarity with.

Walking over, he was surprised to find that it was a life sized, and very life like poster of Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies.

Looking at the other posters, he noticed that they were of the other members of the Harpies, and one of the entire team; apparently wherever he was, he was a fan.

A flash of movement brought his attention back to the poster of Gwenog, and what happened next brought a huge blush to his cheeks.

The Gwenog in the poster, who was holding her broom in one hand and her Beater’s bat in the other, winked and blew him a kiss.Time seemed to slow as he brought his wand up, and loosed a overpowered Reductor.As time sped up, Harry felt himself lifted off the ground from the velocity and power of the Avada Kedavra.Taking a look around, he found himself in a room he didn’t recognize.It was modestly large, but not ridiculously oversized.Their fight had been raging for several minutes now; the battle for Hogwarts, over an hour.