A black skeletal creature that resembled a winged horse stepped out from the cover of the dark and forbidding forest, it's white eyes glowing particularly bright against the grey night. It appeared to be draped in shadows that not even the light of the moon could be rid of. Its long leathery wings were folded neatly against its sides but when stretched out, could easily become twice as long as it was tall. Overall, the thestral was had an air of simple yet appalling elegance that no other creature could have ever obtained.
The thestral stood about four feet taller than Harry and he stepped back as the large horse beast slowly made its way towards him. It moved silently over the grass except for the quiet swish of its jet black mane and tail moving with the soft breeze. It lowered its reptilian head and unfurled its bony wings, exposing the shoulder blade and rib cage that indefinitely stood out from the body like silver against black. Harry could feel its warm breath fog up his glasses but strangely enough, he could not hear a steady breathing pattern. Just silence. He lifted up a hand to touch its nose. Under his fingertips was a soft velvety coat of black and he was startled that such an animal could feel so smooth.
The thestral pawed the ground with its front hoof and nudged Harry's shoulder. It swung his head in the direction of its back, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if thestrals could sense intentions. For Harry had indeed wished to ride upon its back. This creature made Harry feel slightly nervous, but he climbed onto the winged creature's back nonetheless. Finding a comfortable place to position his knees behind the joints that attached the wings, Harry tightly gripped the long black mane, silently saying a prayer that he wouldn't fall off. For words of silence are often more effective than words that can be heard.
He nudged the thestral forward and it instantly spread its wings and took flight. An entirely new sensation flooded throughout Harry as they glided through the night air. He couldn't put a name to it, for it was neither excitement, nor fear. The wind ripped at his hair, and stung his face as the thestral began to fly faster, but Harry's mind was too preoccupied with this unusual feeling to notice pain. Harry let out a sigh as the thought of Sirius appeared in his mind. He wept a silent tear for his deceased godfather, but did not allow himself to linger i his past. Somehow, taking this flight with this awe striking creature reminded Harry of Sirius; innocent and daring. And no matter what life would throw at him, Harry knew that if he ever needed to free his mind, all he had to do was fly. Fly high, for he could reach the heavens from here, and he knew Sirius was watching him, and smiling.