Harry is out for a walk, Hedwig flying above him. The weather is clear and crisp; brittle, the way so many afternoons at Hogwarts proved to be. He knows they're due for snow soon, according to the weather channels. It's still so odd to Harry, living so freely among Muggle technology and having access to a variety of channels of shows and programs to watch. He doesn't have to wait for his aunt, uncle, and cousin to leave to do so; he can switch on the television or computer at any time.
But he finds he still prefers simpler pursuits; tucking his nose in a book, or talking walks, for example. Hedwig simply loves flying outdoors with him, vibrant and alive. Harry glances up at her with a grin. She seems to know that she'll have to remain indoors for the next day or two, judging from her soft hoots of delight.
Harry is, for once, so caught up in his present, he hardly expects his past to nearly come crashing into him. All of a sudden, a flying motorcycle bursts forth from the sky, and Harry just manages to dodge it. Hedwig lets out a startled screech and flies away in a panic; Harry, chest tight with hope and dread and disbelief, quickly makes his way over to the rider, trying not to let himself get his hopes up.
In a moment, he catches sight of him, and he can scarcely believe it. He looks just the same as he did in those old photographs with him and James. Harry realizes then how young his godfather appears; taking in the appearance of the flying motorcycle with him, he also realizes from which point in time Sirius has arrived. He pales, but he makes his way determinedly forward.
"Sirius?" He calls out, eyes wide behind his glasses.
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Date: 2016-01-23 02:16 am (UTC)But he finds he still prefers simpler pursuits; tucking his nose in a book, or talking walks, for example. Hedwig simply loves flying outdoors with him, vibrant and alive. Harry glances up at her with a grin. She seems to know that she'll have to remain indoors for the next day or two, judging from her soft hoots of delight.
Harry is, for once, so caught up in his present, he hardly expects his past to nearly come crashing into him. All of a sudden, a flying motorcycle bursts forth from the sky, and Harry just manages to dodge it. Hedwig lets out a startled screech and flies away in a panic; Harry, chest tight with hope and dread and disbelief, quickly makes his way over to the rider, trying not to let himself get his hopes up.
In a moment, he catches sight of him, and he can scarcely believe it. He looks just the same as he did in those old photographs with him and James. Harry realizes then how young his godfather appears; taking in the appearance of the flying motorcycle with him, he also realizes from which point in time Sirius has arrived. He pales, but he makes his way determinedly forward.
"Sirius?" He calls out, eyes wide behind his glasses.