Boy Who Never Grew Up

Welcome To Neverland

"Welcome to Neverland." Harry whispered to Draco who was clutching onto Harry very tightly himself. He had one hand thrown over Harry's neck and the other grabbing his shoulder with his face buried in his side. Draco twisted his head so it was on Harry's shoulder to see if he was telling the truth or not. When he did, Draco saw trees and trees for miles. Vines draped from the 100ft glories of nature to pool at the bottom and perfectly blend with the grass. Flowers bounced freely in the open winds and created more colours than a rainbow. The colour of a vibrant blue dazzled in the mid-day sun, gorgeously mellowed by sunset yellow or a hypnotizing blood red. One plant was in the shape of a palm, all the primary colours in pastel. They smoothly lifted up to charitably curve down, and continuously repeated the motion.

Harry led them through to stand on the edge of a clearing, but there wasn't anything there for Blaise and Pansy. Gently, he began to pet the animal. The skeleton creatures moved with elegance. Their entire being was meant to be the embodiment of the reminder from death, but Draco found them enticing. With barely any coal skin, all bones were visible from the ribcage to the last in its tail. As black as the raven perched on a branch behind them.

Their eyes were the brightest things about them.

"Draco, are you ok?" Pansy questioned, staring at the place Draco's hand was.

"Yeah. Can you not see them?" He turned his head but still petting the unknown animal to him.

"See what?" Blaise piped up, looking everywhere by Draco.

The blond boy's expression was one of confusion, "The horses! Well, they're like horses, but they're black and you can see their bones."

"They're called Thestrals." Harry intruded, "You can only see them, if you've seen death." Draco's hand stopped in place agitating the horse so he stepped away. A small cough from Harry tried to defuse the tension, "We will be using these to get to my hide out. Because you two can't see them, one of you will ride with me, while the other with Draco. You know how to ride right?" He directed the question to Draco.

"All three of us are from aristocratic families, I'm pretty sure we know how to ride." Malfoy folded his arms and marched to a Thestral to mount it, "I'm taking Blaise." He said quickly.

Smirking, Blaise- with Draco's help- leapt on the Thestral, "I'm not interested in him Draco, he's all yours." Blaise whispered.

Quickly, he turned pink, "It's not- I don't- oh shut up Zabini!"

"Guess that leaves us, m'lady." Harry bowed to Pansy and held out his hand.

"I can get on myself thank you." She stated and walked straight past Harry while Draco and Blaise snickered at his expression. She felt around for the animal and found its belly, then lifter her hand till it was planted on the middle of the horses back. Skilfully, she leapt up and swung her leg over to sit upright on the Thestral.

It was at the very least a mile of forest as far as the eye can see until Harry's Thestral came to an abrupt stop, almost sending Draco and Blaise over their animal from the halt. In front of them was a large, willow tree with a bulky trunk. The bark was smooth, barely any ridges, the branches encased them in a warm embrace while the leaves were the hairs that tickled your neck as the person nuzzled in. "Why'd we stop here?" Draco questioned when Harry leapt from the Thestral. Choosing to ignore the question, Harry walked to the tree and knocked on it several times in a confusing pattern.

Suddenly, the tree opened up, the bark pushing back a centimetre then sliding right. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he turned back to the gobsmacked faces. "You guys coming?" They quickly hopped off, Draco petting the animal in thanks first, and walked to Harry, "Slide down."