Flight
Luna saw the mother she knew in professor Evans whose long hair was strawberry blonde. Her language was dragon's and she thought it wonderful. She couldn't understand what they were talking about at all, but she wished she could understand them. They climbed the back of the dragon king and the flight was as exciting as the trip to London riding on the thestral three years ago. They flew back to the north from Wales to Scotland. The sun was set and the sky was dyed orange, purple and then indigo. They landed on the rock behind the Forbidden Forest. Morgana enlarged two shrunk broomsticks and handed one to Luna. The dragon king spoke in the language which Luna imagined like this,
'I am tired. I'll sleep here.'
Morgana answered,
'Thank you, sleep well.'
They mounted on the broom and went back to the castle before dinner. Morgana whispered to her softly before entering the Great Hall,
'Don't tell anybody what you saw today.'
Harry sped up to the west. The sun was seen among the purple clouds and they were even dyed orange and purple, which indicated the following day would be fine. He loved the moment. He didn't need to worry about his death anymore. He was free. He had his own life without the mad man, Voldemort. Just then Ron shouted from below,
'Oi, don't fly so fast from the start, Harry! They can't catch up with you.'
Harry slowed down and glanced back. Two Gryffindors were approaching towards him while one was passing the other. Harry smiled and descended sharply doing spiral dive. The audience shouted for joy. When his feet touched the ground, he ascended to the air and hovered near the goal post to observe who was the best. A wavy haired girl was faster than a boy who had blue eyes. Both of them were smaller than Ginny and had a lean build. He told the challengers the race was over and they descended down to the ground slowly. While captain Ginny announced the wavy fifth year, called Anne, would be Seeker amidst the applause, he noticed two witches on the broom were flying from the Forbidden Forest to the castle. He hastily mounted on the broom again and chased after them at full speed. The strawberry blonde-haired witch landed elegantly and put away the broomsticks quickly. Harry was impressed by her wandless magic. Luna looked already mesmerized by her. Harry pulled over his Invisibility Cloak to hear their conversation closer to them.
However, he couldn't catch any secret words from them. He gave up and looked for Hermione at the Gryffindor table. She hadn't been there yet. His clothes smelt sweat. He went out of the Great Hall and tried to remember where the prefects' bathroom was.
'The fouth floor? No, it was the fifth.' Mumbling, he went up the stairs.
When he reached to the front, he heard voices coming closer.
'The password is "lemmon sherbet", Ron. Where is Harry?' It was Ginny.
'Hermione left to check if Luna is back, so he must be...Harry!'
'Luna is back. Is the blonde-haired witch professor Evans?' Harry asked Ginny.
'Yes, she is. Thank you for helping me to do tryouts. See you later. Lemmon sherbet!' She entered the girl's bathroom.
Harry stared at the spot where she vanished for a while. Ron nudged him in the ribs,
'Oi, I know your flight of fancy now.'