A small chuckle escaped my lips. "Have fun with that. See you later, Harry." I walked out of the room and heard the door swiftly close behind me. I walked towards one of the windows and shifted into my Animagus form. Flying through the bright sunny day was what true freedom was. The feeling of the wind flowing through my feathers. The feeling of the wind carrying me away. My friends thought I was afraid of heights. It was not because of that, it truly was because of the broom. When you have felt the freedom of flying on your own, the broom is insignificant.