Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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Harry wound his hand tightly into the mane of the nearest thestral, placed a foot on a stump nearby, and scrambled clumsily onto the horse's silken back. It did not object, but twisted its head around, fangs bared.
Y/n mimicked him with much more grace, gripping carefully onto her closest thestrals mane, stroking it softly, as she looked at Harry proudly, before looking around at the others.
Maia, rather apprehensively, climbed over the Thestral, watching Y/n and Harry as though to see if there was a proper manner to do so, Neville had heaved himself over the back of the next thestral and was now attempting to swing one short leg over the creature's back. Luna was already in place, sitting side-saddle and adjusting her robes as though she did this every day.
Maddy, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, however, were still standing motionless on the spot, open-mouthed and staring.
"What?" Harry said.
"How're we supposed to get on?" said Ron faintly. "When we can't see the things?"
"Oh, it's easy," said Luna, sliding obligingly from her thestral and marching over to him, Hermione, Maddy, and Ginny. "Come here..."
She pulled them over to the other thestrals standing around and one by one managed to help them onto the backs of their mounts. All four looked extremely nervous as she wound their hands into the horses' manes and told them to grip tightly before getting back onto her own steed.
"This is mad," Ron said faintly, moving his free hand gingerly up and down his horse's neck. "Mad . . . if I could just see it —"
"You'd better hope it stays invisible," said Harry darkly. "We all ready, then?"
They all nodded.
"Okay . . ." He looked down at the back of his thestral's glossy black head and swallowed.
"Ministry of Magic, visitors' entrance, London, then," he said uncertainly. "Er . . . if you know . . . where to go . . ."
For a moment his thestral did nothing at all. Then, with a sweeping movement that nearly unseated him, the wings on either side extended, the horse crouched slowly and then rocketed upward so fast and so steeply that Harry had to clench his arms and legs tightly around the horse to avoid sliding backward over its bony rump. A moment later, eight more thestrals rose, soaring along behind him.
They were over the Hogwarts grounds, they had passed Hogsmeade. Y/n could see mountains and gullies below them. In the falling darkness Y/n saw small collections of lights as they passed over more villages, then a winding road on which a single car was beetling its way home through the hills...
"This is bizarre!" Y/n heard Ron yell, and she imagined how it must feel to be speeding along at this height with no visible means of support...
Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars, and soon it was only the lights of Muggle towns that gave them any clue of how far from the ground they were or how very fast they were traveling.
