Mentally he thanked Caradoc Dearborn for forcing him to practice Apparating with his bike; otherwise he'd have spent hours flying to Godric's Hollow, or lost precious minutes running the distance from the edge of the anti-Apparition wards. As it was he left the street outside Peter's flat building with an echoing crack and landed already moving, accelerating through the gate. His mirror was back at his flat, it was fragile and he spent way too much time getting blown into walls for that to be a good idea, but suddenly he desperately wished he had it, because he was losing seconds. Very suddenly, he felt like he understood exactly why James was always so twitchy when he was late getting back from a fight. At least the bike traveled fast. Faster than a broomstick, or he would never have bothered.