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Summary: After the Battle at the Department of Mysteries, Ron finally understands. Post-OOTP drabble.
Rating: PG for themes of death.
A/N: Yes, I'm sorry, it's another drabble -- but a perfect drabble (exactly 100 words) this time! I honestly have been planning and writing longer stories, but none of them are postable yet. Also, this one is inspired by the film as well as the book.
Thestrals
They're taller than he'd imagined. Scarier, too. Their bones are as black as his robes, blacker even, and he can see the mottled green of the forest through the lines of a ribcage, sharp like jagged knives. One leathery wing gives an unnatural lurch, and Ron feels his stomach freeze over.
Something warm presses up against his forearm, and without having to look he knows it's Hermione. They stand there for a moment, breathing the same breaths, before he whispers, "I'm not crazy, am I?"
"No," she says quietly, elbow brushing his. "No, you're just as sane as I am."
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