Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

squinting in quite the wrong direction, apparently under the impression that she was looking at the horses.
    ‘What makes you think that?’
    ‘Because, in case you hadn’t noticed, you and Hermione are both covered in blood,’ she said coolly, ‘and we know Hagrid lures Thestrals with raw meat. That’s probably why these two turned up in the first place.’
    Harry felt a soft tug on his robes at that moment and looked down to see the closest Thestral licking his sleeve, which was damp with Grawp’s blood.
    ‘OK, then,’ he said, a bright idea occurring, ‘Ron and I will take these two and go ahead, and Hermione can stay here with you three and she’ll attract more Thestrals –’
    ‘I’m not staying behind!’ said Hermione furiously.
    ‘There’s no need,’ said Luna, smiling. ‘Look, here come more now … you two must really smell …’
    Harry turned: no fewer than six or seven Thestrals were picking their way through the trees, their great leathery wings folded tight to their bodies, their eyes gleaming through the darkness. He had no excuse now.
    ‘All right,’ he said angrily, ‘pick one and get on, then.’

 
     
— CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR —
     
The Department of Mysteries
    Harry wound his hand tightly into the mane of the nearest Thestral, placed a foot on a stump nearby and scrambled clumsily on to the horse’s silken back. It did not object, but twisted its head around, fangs bared, and attempted to continue its eager licking of his robes.
    He found there was a way of lodging his knees behind the wing joints that made him feel more secure, then looked around at the others. 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. Ron, Hermione and Ginny, however, were still standing motionless on the spot, open-mouthed and staring.
    ‘What?’ he 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 and Ginny. ‘Come here …’
    She pulled them over to the other Thestrals standing around and one by one managed to help them on to the back of their mount. All three looked extremely nervous as she wound their hands into their horse’s mane and told them to grip tightly before she got back on to her own steed.
    ‘This is mad,’ Ron murmured, 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 and he saw five pairs of knees tighten beneath their robes.
    ‘OK …’
    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 Harry’s Thestral did nothing at all; then, with a sweeping movement that nearly unseated him, the wings on either side extended; the horse crouched slowly, then rocketed upwards so fast and so steeply that Harry had to clench his arms and legs tightly around the horse to avoid sliding backwards over its bony rump. He closed his eyes and pressed his face down into the horse’s silky mane as they burst through the topmost branches of the trees and soared out into a blood-red sunset.
    Harry did not think he had ever moved so fast: the Thestral streaked over the castle, its wide wings hardly beating; the cooling air was slapping Harry’s face; eyes screwed up against the rushing wind, he looked round and saw his five fellows soaring along behind him, each of them bent as low as possible into the neck of their Thestral to protect themselves from his slipstream.
    They were over the Hogwarts grounds, they had passed Hogsmeade; Harry could see mountains and gullies below them. As the daylight began to fail, Harry 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!’ Harry barely heard Ron yell from somewhere behind him, and he imagined how it must feel to be speeding along at this height with no visible means of support.
    Twilight fell: the sky was turning to a light, dusky purple littered with