He wished he could take her flying at that very moment. Pluck his wand from his pocket, accio his Firebolt and hop on. Race the train, weave through tree trunks and trail their fingers over the sea. Climb and dive until they were dizzy and couldn't keep the horizon straight.

Harry opened his eyes and they were still on a train. "It's freedom," he told her over the wind. "It's the only way to live."