FantasyPony

The cold night air pulled fiercely at Sirius` hair as he raced on his enchanted motorbike towards Godric`s Hollow. Chewing his lip, he stared into the night, focusing his entire will on not letting his tears fall. It can`t be true; it can`t possibly be true. . . Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind and sped up. Never before had he gone that fast: the lights from the cars below him disappeared almost as fast as they`d appeared while he made his way across the sky. Not soon enough, he recognized his best friend`s house, small flames still licking the walls, blackening what was left of the roof. After the long flight, he finally lowered