Luna: Hello, Harry Potter.

Harry: Your feet. Aren't they cold?

Luna: A bit.

Unfortunately, all my shoes

have mysteriously disappeared.

I suspect Nargles are behind it.

Harry: What are they?

Luna: They're called Thestrals.

They're quite gentle, really, but people

avoid them because they're a bit...

Harry: Different.

But why can't the others see them?

Luna: They can only be seen by

people who've seen death.

Harry: So, you've known someone

who's died, then?

Luna: My mum.

She was quite an e traordinary witch,

but she did like to e periment.

and one day, one of her

spells went badly wrong.

I was 9.

Harry: I'm sorry.

Luna: Yes, it was rather horrible.

I do feel very sad about it

sometimes, but I've got a Dad.

We both believe you, by the way.

That He Who Must Not Be Named

is back, and you fought him...

and the Ministry and the

Prophet are conspiring against you

and Dumbledore.

Harry: Thanks. It seems you're

about the only ones that do.

Luna: I don't think that's true.

But I suppose that's how

he wants you to feel.

Harry: What do you mean?

Luna: Well, if I were

You Know Who...

I'd want you to feel cut

off from everyone else...

because if it's just you alone...

you're not as much of a threat.