Untouchable
Challenge: #58--PoA Related
Harry laughed harder than he had all summer; he threw his head back, eyes clenched shut, body shaking with the force of it, and really laughed.
There was no one to tell him to quiet down, no one to send him to his closet-of-a-room without dinner, no one to hold his hands behind his back while Dudley's fist makes painful contact with his face, breaking his glasses for the hundredth time.
He was free and he was home.
And as smoke wisped from his ears, Harry felt as though nothing—nothing at all—could touch him: not even Sirius Black.
Challenge: #58--PoA Related
Harry laughed harder than he had all summer; he threw his head back, eyes clenched shut, body shaking with the force of it, and really laughed.
There was no one to tell him to quiet down, no one to send him to his closet-of-a-room without dinner, no one to hold his hands behind his back while Dudley's fist makes painful contact with his face, breaking his glasses for the hundredth time.
He was free and he was home.
And as smoke wisped from his ears, Harry felt as though nothing—nothing at all—could touch him: not even Sirius Black.