Harry was on a motorcycle. An actual motorcycle! He looked around in shock and awe, unsure what to do or how to feel. Was he really going? He was scared but then, he was usually scared. Could it get any worse? It was already bad so he supposed it wasn't too scary. Not as scary as when Vernon got mad. He swallowed as he watched his aunt try to save his uncle, feeling no sympathy for them. Not really. He smiled faintly and then looked up at Sirius. He looked wild and crazy but, at the same time, he looked at him with such love.

And he couldn't miss it. Rare as it was, he knew what it looked like. He saw his aunt look at his cousin like that.

Turning his head, he noticed said cousin was watching him on the motorbike and he felt the most intense urge to rub it in. He had no monster trucks or toys but he was on a motorbike. Ha. Maturely, he stuck out his tongue. "I'm ready."