Looping into a tight circle, Harry went low enough to brush the grass before pulling up high and spinning into a flip, feeling his hair fall free of his neck. He could see the way his breath came in little clouds and feel the heat on his skin from the much needed exercise. It was the best he'd felt in so long. All his worries could evaporate like this; freedom of flight. He wondered how close he could get to the sky. He wanted to brush clouds and befriend the sun. He wanted to count the stars; watch them twinkle and twirl and align themselves into their chosen families. He wanted to be up there, light in the darkness —revered and loved and untouchable. 