Draco walked out the back door to the perfectly mown grass bewitched to remain forever green. The sky was blue and inviting, the air around the manor also warded from visitors meant he couldn't go far but he could still practise using his new wings over the grounds safely. He closed his eyes and imagined his second heartbeat lurking there in his chest. His bones separated and stretched, scales and wings sprouted from his skin and when he opened his eyes, they went to the heavens where he would spend the rest of the morning.