He was flying.
Somehow, it was as well dull. Draco might feel his wings beating, and the discuss hurried around him as if he were exploring slipstreams, but he couldn’t see anything.
His shifter eyes ought to have been able to choose out the stars in the sky if it was night. If it was cloudy, he’d still be able to see the shapes of the clouds smeared against the sky.
There was nothing underneath him. No points of interest, no lights.
Where am I? What sky is this?
Draco felt fear throbbing through his blood. A sky so dull that he couldn’t see the stars, the Soil so dark, he didn’t know where he flew … these things did not make any sense.
Suddenly, the wind against his wings changed course. Instep of lifting him and holding him tall, it bent and shouted. With total frightfulness, he re
