“Mum, what are Thestrals?”
Mrs Potter looked around. James and Sirius were sitting at the dining table reading through their old text books. The results were coming today, hopefully.
“Um, it’s… well it’s like a horse, isn’t it? With wings. Looks a bit like a skeleton,” his mother replied, rather dreamily.
“No but, I mean, what are they? I’ve never seen one.”
“Nor have I,” Sirius added.
“Well of course you haven’t, you have to witness death to be able to see them.”
Both boys raised their eyebrows.
Witness death?
“Whose death did you witness?” James asked quietly.
“My parents.”