"I will take care of you," Sirius promised, still holding him close, "And I promise, I look less scary when I've washed my hair and all. I was in such a hurry to get you."

That much was for sure. Sirius might have started on another round of explaining, but as they made their way through the clouds and he looked down, he smiled. "I think we're getting close."

He stirred the motorcycle, gently lowering them. The place looked pretty quaint. Definitely muggle, which was a positive in this case. He got even closer, then gestured. "I think there's a pizzeria down there. Do you like pizza, Harry?"