Harry cried out in fear at first, it was so new and terrifying because he hadn't expected it. He gulped hard and looked down as the ground got further and further away. What if he fell? It'd be just his luck to fall. He was always so unlucky. He peered down and then he heard Sirius whoop and laugh - it melted so many of his anxieties.

If Sirius was laughing like that, it couldn't be bad. He was flying. The magic man made him fly... God, he hoped this wasn't a dream cause it felt like one. "Is this real, mister?" If anyone knew, it'd be his dream companion.