Buckbeak flew high above the lake, free from life, everything.

He loved flying. Soaring, the wind ruffling his feathers, away from the squaks of the humans he hated. The only human he loved was Hagrid. Always ready with tender juicy ferrets. Buckbeak loved his woodland, animal scent. Why couldn't all humans be like him?

His thoughts turned to Bane, the love of his life. She was beautiful, and she was his.

He remembered his old friend, the giant squid of the Black Lake. Buckbeak had shed his first tear when he passed away. They had met when the Giant Squid attacked him while he was flying. A rocky start, but it had bloomed into a blossoming friendship.

Then he thought of Malfoy, who had almost got him killed. Buckbeak didn't resent any human more than Malfoy.

Buckbeak reached the shoreline and landed gracefully. He trottted eagerly towards Hagrid's hut, ferrets awaiting him.