After the nightmare of the battle the previous night, Billy woke up in a dorm room in a castle he'd only seen in movies and read in books, and had to pinch himself. The battle had been intense, but having his own magic back during it had been exhilarating -- as had the fact that he found himself fighting in the battle and got to watch Voldemort fall.
The last time he'd been in a battle that thick and intense, he'd been fighting off Skrulls left and right. This wasn't quite the same, thank God, and at least a crazy madman wasn't the hero at the end of it all.
After waking in a bed that wasn't his, Billy magicked some clothes on -- that never got old, and he knew as soon as they got back he would miss this like he would miss a limb -- and wandered Gryffindor tower, just because he could. He still felt a stranger in a strange land, though, and when he couldn't find Harry, he did the next best thing.
"I want to find HarryOne moment he was in a warm corner of the common room and the next he was suddenly outside, wobbling dangerously on
( ... )
Harry thought for a brief second that he was hallucinating. He could have sworn he had seen someone else at the other end of the pitch. But when he had properly turned his broom in that direction, there was only a flash of blue light.
Panic seized him for a second and he reached for his wand in his back pocket. But before he could wrap his fingers around the shaft of wood, Billy reappeared, floating in midair.
Letting out an undignified squawk of surprise, Harry brought his broom to a sharp halt, rolling to ease the tension in his broom. "You--" he started, not sure what to say as he righted himself and gazed at Billy with wide eyes.
Finally he burst out in delighted laughter. God, it felt good to have magic again.
Billy grinned at Harry's surprise, delighted to be able to do that to him, to be floating with nothing more than simple desire. He'd missed this more than he'd realized, and was doing his best not to think about what it'd feel like when they went back.
"My magic's a little different than yours, I think," he said, putting the broom back between his legs just for appearances. It was a lot easier to fly it when under the influence of his own magic.
"I was going to ask where you got the wand," Harry said, the laughter still lazily seeping into his words. "I should have asked before, I guess, but I just assumed magic is magic. Everyone does it one way here."
He guided his broom in a quick, easy circle around Billy, as though he could see for himself a wand or some enchanted thing to keep the other boy afloat. "How do you do it then?" he asked.
When he'd woken up that morning, Toothless had still had the magical tail fin from before and, his head still reeling from the death and violence he'd seen, Hiccup could think of no better way to run away from the confusion for a little while. Quietly, he had slipped out of the castle and found his friend waiting in the shadows like a big black smudge. Immediately, Toothless nosed at him, hunting for breakfast in Hiccup's shirt. When that failed, the dragon snorted, sat down, and waited for Hiccup to get on his back and use a bit of rope around his neck to hang on
( ... )
Old habits died hard. Things that weren't even habits, too, just ways of being that had saved a person's life before were hard to do away with. Once before, Harry had flown on a broom with a dragon in the air with him. It hadn't been good.
The hair on the back of his neck rose and a cold wave of panic hit him. Though he recognized the dragon -- and his rider -- after a moment, that only calmed the fear in his chest. Harry still took a lazy loop around the pitch, just watching them, not wanting to interrupt them if they didn't want to stop. It had been a while since either of them had flown and that feeling needed to be cherished.
Also, while killing Nagini had earned the dragon Harry's gratitude and respect, Harry didn't want to cuddle up to it in midair.
It wasn't friendship. It wasn't even respect, probably. But he let them keep flying and Hiccup was grateful for that and he gave Harry a nod of thanks. Harry. That was his name. Harry Potter, the Chosen One, much more than the annoying boy from the island who wouldn't give him a fair chance. Harry Potter who...was also very, very good at flying.
Hiccup glanced at Toothless who just glanced back before taking off like a shot, not close enough to raise any actual alarm, but fast enough to be a challenge if Harry felt like taking it. And if he didn't, then they were just flying as fast as they could, as far as Toothless' wings could take them.
He wasn't a good idea. If Hermione or Ginny or Mrs. Weasley saw them, it would probably cause a heart attack. Even if no one saw them, any number of things could go wrong. But Harry couldn't bring himself to care at that moment. He had a broom under him and the wind whipping through his hair. And very rarely could Harry resist a challenge.
Pocketing the snitch, just to be sure he wouldn't lose it forever, Harry gripped his broom tighter and leaned forward, making himself as small as possible as he kicked up speed and took up a parallel course to the two.
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The last time he'd been in a battle that thick and intense, he'd been fighting off Skrulls left and right. This wasn't quite the same, thank God, and at least a crazy madman wasn't the hero at the end of it all.
After waking in a bed that wasn't his, Billy magicked some clothes on -- that never got old, and he knew as soon as they got back he would miss this like he would miss a limb -- and wandered Gryffindor tower, just because he could. He still felt a stranger in a strange land, though, and when he couldn't find Harry, he did the next best thing.
"I want to find HarryOne moment he was in a warm corner of the common room and the next he was suddenly outside, wobbling dangerously on ( ... )
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Panic seized him for a second and he reached for his wand in his back pocket. But before he could wrap his fingers around the shaft of wood, Billy reappeared, floating in midair.
Letting out an undignified squawk of surprise, Harry brought his broom to a sharp halt, rolling to ease the tension in his broom. "You--" he started, not sure what to say as he righted himself and gazed at Billy with wide eyes.
Finally he burst out in delighted laughter. God, it felt good to have magic again.
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"My magic's a little different than yours, I think," he said, putting the broom back between his legs just for appearances. It was a lot easier to fly it when under the influence of his own magic.
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He guided his broom in a quick, easy circle around Billy, as though he could see for himself a wand or some enchanted thing to keep the other boy afloat. "How do you do it then?" he asked.
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The hair on the back of his neck rose and a cold wave of panic hit him. Though he recognized the dragon -- and his rider -- after a moment, that only calmed the fear in his chest. Harry still took a lazy loop around the pitch, just watching them, not wanting to interrupt them if they didn't want to stop. It had been a while since either of them had flown and that feeling needed to be cherished.
Also, while killing Nagini had earned the dragon Harry's gratitude and respect, Harry didn't want to cuddle up to it in midair.
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Hiccup glanced at Toothless who just glanced back before taking off like a shot, not close enough to raise any actual alarm, but fast enough to be a challenge if Harry felt like taking it. And if he didn't, then they were just flying as fast as they could, as far as Toothless' wings could take them.
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Pocketing the snitch, just to be sure he wouldn't lose it forever, Harry gripped his broom tighter and leaned forward, making himself as small as possible as he kicked up speed and took up a parallel course to the two.
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