Luke, Han, Harry, and the weird beastly man took off running. Harry had no clue whatever type of falcon this could be. Clearly this world utilized Muggle technologies and none of the magical methods to which Harry had become accustomed.
Thinking of the falcon led Harry to remember the late Hedwig. Ohhh, Hedwig…. How much he loved and missed her. She was always the most consistent and reliable part of his life. Harry remembered the day he got her fondly. His eleventh birthday (but truthfully more like his first real birthday after the Dursley's foul treatment of him). Yes, his eleventh birthday. Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley and gave him the bird because he turned eleven. Eleven was a good year. Going to Hogwarts. Meeting…. No. The thought was too painful. He couldn't think about them right now. Time to refocus.
Luke and Han were running so fast. So very fast. Almost faster than Harry could run. He reevaluated. If he could defeat a Dark Lord, he could do this running. He doubled down and kept his eye on the prize.
Soon enough, Han and Luke began to slow down. But it was at no falcon. It was at a Large disc-shaped vehicle sort of thing. A ramp lowered to the ground. The quartet casually jogged in. Han told Harry that the ship was named the Millennium Falcon. In Harry's opinion, it was a fucking piece of trash. But being the wonderful British guy he was, Harry smiled, nodded casually, and said "it's lovely."
Han immediately ran across the platform and towards the control panel. He began pressing buttons viciously. Harry almost instantly felt a jerk from beneath him, like when he takes off with his broomstick. The speed increased and intensified. Harry began to feel sick. Luke asked him if he'd ever been on a star cruiser before—of course he hadn't. Luke seemed surprised. Well, off to Coruscant.