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Harry enjoyed these moments the most; when he could just sink into the mind of the bird and drift away. For a few moments he could forget about the role the Wizarding world had pushed upon him. In the dark he could forget the lives he was expected to save, and those he had already failed. While flying he could drown in the sensation of air ruffling his feathers and blowing past his nares. He could put all of his focus on air currents and the careful placement of wing and feather to propel him swiftly through the air. As a hawk Harry flew over the Forbidden Forest and lost himself.