41. Thestrals

“I can see them too, you know,” Luna said to Harry, gazing at the beautiful horse-y things called thestrals. When nobody else could see them in her first-year, her father had told her about them. Harry was staring at her in an odd way.

“You can only see them if you’ve seen someone die.”

“Who did you see?”

“My mother.” It was sad thinking of her, but she was getting better at not tearing up now.

“I’m sorry,” Harry replied, finally. He had clearly been stuck on what to say.

“It doesn’t matter.” Then she walked away, towards the castle.