Writing mood continues! Four one shots in twenty four hours, I think I'm doing pretty good. Enjoy!
Wolf's Run
Harry knew flying felt like freedom, but this was amazing, a feeling he would never tire of. The sound of his breath coming in sharp pants, and his heart pounding against his rib cage was like nothing he ever felt before. He could feel his lips pull back in a grin as he pushed faster, desperate to catch the few that had pushed past him in the frenzy to run. It was absolutely exhilarating to feel the wind whip through his fur.
Wait, I didn't mention that after two years of constant training, he had finally achieved his animagus transformation, only minutes after Hermione. Both became large wolves, Hermione a golden copper, bright cinnamon eyes catching the sunlight, a wolfy grin spread across her face.
A yip from Sirius and the white wolf running alongside him brought Harry's attention back to the present. His own powerfully built body propelling him further into the woods.
The four canines came to a subtle halt just before a stream, each looking from one to the other as if daring the others to go first. The white wolf reared her front end into the hair, let out a loud bark and charged into the water. Splashing about she turned back to the bank she came from to look at the tree stunned canines standing there.
A playful yip had Harry pushing Hermione, shoulder checking Padfoot and tromping into the stream after her. Once at the middle, he turned again to the two still dry on the bank. Yipping and growling playfully he crouched down and wagged his shaggy tail from left to right.
Seconds later Hermione too bounded into the stream, plowing into Harry, and knocking him down into the water before bouncing her way a bit further away before turning back to yip herself.
Sirius sat back on his haunches and grinned a doggy grin at his pack playing in the water. Life was good.