I had served in Hogwarts ever since I was small. Small enough to start pulling. My mother had been a transporter. My father had been a forest horse. How I longed to be out there with my father, roaming the trees and drinking from the streams.

My mother had warned me about the dangerous creatures that flocked in the forest. I paid no heed. Occasionally I would slip away from the oaf they called Hagrid. I learned to sneak away into the forest. However, I knew I couldn't survive the harsh conditions now that I had been prettied into a regular horse.

Every year, they latched the chains and buckled the harnesses to our bridles. We were forced to pull loud and obnoxious kids over to the castle. Then we were pulled away once again, stuffed into a stable.

It wasn't only that. No one ever stared at us in awe and admired us. No one ever pointed and said, "What a pretty horse." That's because very few could see us. Only those who had witnessed death could look upon our flesh.

My mother died working that one night the students had come. Everyone in the cart figured it was just the "magical" spell that had suddenly been cast away. Hagrid managed to cover it by saying "yes, yes, you're right." But all the other horses said they saw my mother's body being carried away from the carriages as another Thestral replaced her.

I didn't want to die that way. I wanted to die in the forest. Let the roots of the trees bury me. I didn't want to be thrown away by a giant called Hagrid. That night I fled. I fled the stable I had been confined in. None of the other's tried to stop me. They knew my thirst for freedom. They didn't care what happened to me.

All was silent save for the clink of my hooves on the ground and the crickets chirping. When I first touched the forest leaves, they crinkled and cracked.

I knew I had no chance of survival. Not even a week.

I continued to walk into the forest.

Hagrid wouldn't notice my disappearance.

No one would.

I wanted to find my father.

Tell him about how I had escaped.

But where to look?


A/N: HEY! Here's the Thestral's POV on high demand. Hee hee. I know the chappies are super short, but that's only 'cuz they are short in the book and movie. Not my fault! This one seems a bit angsty. But I didn't know what else to write about. I figured a Thestral couldn't enjoy a life like that. So why not make it angsty! Anyways, hope you liked it. Review!