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Far
,
far
above
them
,
a
shower
of
bright
red
sparks
had
flared
among
the
stars
.
Harry
recognised
them
at
once
as
wand
sparks
.
He
swung
his
right
leg
over
his
Firebolt
,
gripped
its
handle
tightly
and
felt
it
vibrating
very
slightly
,
as
though
it
was
as
keen
as
he
was
to
be
up
in
the
air
once
more
.
'S
econd
signal
,
let
's
go
!
'
said
Lupin
loudly
as
more
sparks
,
green
this
time
,
exploded
high
above
them
.
Harry
kicked
off
hard
from
the
ground
.
The
cool
night
air
rushed
through
his
hair
as
the
neat
square
gardens
of
Privet
Drive
fell
away
,
shrinking
rapidly
into
a
patchwork
of
dark
greens
and
blacks
,
and
every
thought
of
the
Ministry
hearing
was
swept
from
his
mind
as
though
the
rush
of
air
had
blown
it
out
of
his
head
.
He
felt
as
though
his
heart
was
going
to
explode
with
pleasure
;
he
was
flying
again
,
flying
away
from
Privet
Drive
as
he
'd
been
fantasising
about
all
summer
,
he
was
going
home
...
.
For
a
few
glorious
moments
,
all
his
problems
seemed
to
recede
to
nothing
,
insignificant
in
the
vast
,
starry
sky
.
'
Hard
left
,
hard
left
,
there
's
a
Muggle
looking
up
!
'
shouted
Moody
from
behind
him
.
Tonks
swerved
and
Harry
followed
her
,
watching
his
trunk
swinging
wildly
beneath
her
broom
.
'
We
need
more
height
...
.
Give
it
another
quarter
of
a
mile
!
'
Harry
's
eyes
watered
in
the
chill
as
they
soared
upwards
:
he
could
see
nothing
below
now
but
tiny
pinpricks
of
light
that
were
car
headlights
and
streetlamps
.
Two
of
those
tiny
lights
might
belong
to
Uncle
Vernon
's
car
...
.
The
Dursleys
would
be
heading
back
to
their
empty
house
right
now
,
full
of
rage
about
the
nonexistent
Lawn
Competition
...
and
Harry
laughed
aloud
at
the
thought
,
though
his
voice
was
drowned
by
the
flapping
robes
of
the
others
,
the
creaking
of
the
harness
holding
his
trunk
and
the
cage
,
and
the
whoosh
of
the
wind
in
their
ears
as
they
sped
through
the
air
.
He
had
not
felt
this
alive
in
a
month
,
or
this
happy
.
'
Bearing
south
!
'
shouted
Mad-Eye
.
'
Town
ahead
!
'
They
soared
right
to
avoid
passing
directly
over
the
glittering
spiderweb
of
lights
below
.
'
Bear
southeast
and
keep
climbing
,
there
's
some
low
cloud
ahead
we
can
lose
ourselves
in
!
'
called
Moody
.
