The real Herry Potter

As Harry and the Weasley twins ventured deeper into the Forbidden Forest, they caught sight of something that made their hearts stop—a glowing, silvery-white substance smeared across the forest floor. It was unmistakable. Unicorn blood, gleaming eerily under the pale moonlight.

Fred immediately raised his wand to shoot the red sparks into the sky, but before he could cast the spell, Harry grabbed his arm. "Don't," Harry whispered urgently, his voice barely above a breath. "If we use magic now, whoever's killing the unicorns will know we're here. They'll run."

Fred hesitated, lowering his wand, his face pale in the dim light. George looked at the blood on the ground with wide eyes. "What do we do then?" he asked, his voice shaky but steady with determination.

Harry, feeling his own pulse racing but trying to stay calm, nodded toward the glowing trail. "We follow the blood," he said. "It'll lead us to the culprit, or at least to the creature. We'll take it by surprise, and then we signal Hagrid."

The twins exchanged nervous glances but nodded, their fear tinged with the thrill of the unknown. They had caused their fair share of chaos at Hogwarts and at the Burrow, but this was different. This was a real, live-or-die situation—a quest that could end in danger, maybe even death. And as terrified as they were, a part of them, buried deep under the fear, felt an undeniable excitement.

Slowly, carefully, they moved forward, following the trail of blood through the trees. Each step felt heavier than the last, the oppressive silence of the forest pressing down on them. They kept their wands ready, eyes darting at every shadow and rustling leaf. Harry's hand tightened around his wand, his nerves on edge. Every sound seemed louder, every movement more threatening in the darkness.

The trail led them deeper, into parts of the Forbidden Forest that Harry had never ventured before, not even in his nighttime explorations. The trees grew thicker, their branches knotted together like skeletal fingers, casting ominous shadows across the ground. The twins stayed close to Harry, their usual chatter completely silenced.

As they pressed forward, the blood trail began to thicken, smears of glowing white becoming larger, more frequent. Something had been wounded badly—and it was close.

Suddenly, they heard it: a soft, ragged sound, like something breathing heavily, struggling to survive. Harry froze, and the twins stopped just behind him. They looked at each other, eyes wide with realization. They were close—too close to whatever it was that had attacked the unicorns.

Harry motioned for them to crouch, and they moved silently into the underbrush, careful not to make a sound. The breathing grew louder as they crept forward. Finally, through the thick trees and shadows, they saw it: a figure, bent over the body of a unicorn.

The creature—it wasn't fully human—was hunched over the unicorn's body, its face buried in the wound. It was drinking the blood, the glowing liquid dripping from its mouth. The sight of it made Harry's stomach churn, and he felt a cold dread wash over him. Whoever—or whatever—it was, they were looking at pure evil.

Fred and George stifled gasps, their fear spiking, but Harry held up a hand to keep them still. He knew they had to be careful. This creature was dangerous—far more dangerous than anything they had faced before.

Now was their chance.

As the creature hunched over the fallen unicorn, still unaware of their presence, Harry motioned silently to Fred and George. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline rushing through him. This was it—the moment they had to act.

"Fred, wait for my signal," Harry whispered. "Cast the red sparks after George and I hit it first." Fred nodded, his hand gripping his wand tightly, ready for the signal. Harry then turned to George. "What's the most powerful spell you know?"

George hesitated. "We're not exactly experts in curses, Harry. We know the usual spells from school—nothing lethal."

Harry frowned but nodded. "Alright, just cast the strongest Stunning Spell you can manage. I'll hit it with something more powerful."

George gave a sharp nod, his face unusually serious. Harry quickly scanned the situation, thinking of the spell he'd need. He decided on the Bone-Breaking Curse. It was dangerous, but they had to act fast, and there was no telling how strong this creature was.

Harry began counting down, his wand gripped firmly in his hand.

"Three… two… one."

In perfect unison, Harry shot the Bone-Breaking Spell, and George followed with a powerful Stunning Spell. The air crackled as their spells surged forward, hitting the creature squarely in the back. It let out a bone-chilling howl of pain, flying backward as the force of their combined spells knocked it off the unicorn.

At that moment, Fred shot the red sparks into the sky, signaling Hagrid. Bright red lights illuminated the treetops for a brief moment before disappearing into the night.

But Harry's relief was short-lived. The creature, which had been thrown back, got up far quicker than Harry had anticipated. It was no ordinary beast. The figure was cloaked in shadows, its face obscured, but it wielded a wand.

"It's a wizard," George muttered, his voice thick with shock.

The figure raised its wand, but before it could cast anything, Harry sprang into action. He fired spell after spell—Stunners, Blasting Curses, Disarming Spells. The creature barely had time to react, staggering under the onslaught. Fred and George, emboldened by Harry's lead, joined in, casting every spell they knew, trying to overwhelm the dark figure.

But whoever this was, he was skilled. His wand moved with deadly precision, blocking most of their spells. Sparks of magic flew through the air as curses collided with defenses. Fred and George's spells, though powerful, couldn't seem to break through. It was Harry's more advanced and lethal magic, learned through Sirius and the Black family, that began pushing the figure back.

The dark wizard stumbled, clearly struggling to keep up with the ferocity of Harry's attacks. But just as it seemed they might overpower him, he made a swift decision. With one last desperate movement, he cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself, disappearing completely into the shadows of the forest.

"He's gone!" Fred exclaimed, panting heavily.

Harry stood frozen, his wand still raised, his heart racing. They had driven him off, but the wizard had escaped into the depths of the forest, vanishing as if he had never been there.

George let out a shaky breath. "Blimey, Harry… who was that?"

"I don't know," Harry replied, his voice grim. "But he was after the unicorn, and he's dangerous. Really dangerous."

As Harry and the Weasley twins tried to catch their breath, unsure whether to pursue the wizard or stay put, a strange sound began echoing through the forest—the soft but unmistakable swoosh of arrows being drawn. Before they knew it, they were surrounded. Tall, slender figures emerged from the shadows, their faces half-hidden by the dark, and each pointed a bow and arrow directly at them.

They were centaurs.

The air around them grew tense as the centaurs closed in, their faces twisted with anger at the sight of the injured unicorn. Their hooves pounded the earth as they moved, making the ground tremble. One centaur, taller than the rest and with gleaming eyes, stepped forward, an arrow notched and ready to fire.

"You!" the lead centaur growled, eyes blazing as they flicked from the unicorn's glowing blood to Harry, Fred, and George. "You've harmed the unicorns. No one escapes unpunished for such a crime."

Harry felt the weight of the accusation like a blow, but he quickly raised his hands in surrender. "It wasn't us," he said, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "We didn't harm the unicorn. We were tracking the wizard who did this. We fought him!"

"Why are you here in the Forbidden Forest at such an hour?" one of the centaurs asked, suspicion lacing every word as more of the creatures closed in on them.

"We came with Hagrid," Harry said quickly, glancing at Fred and George, who looked equally terrified but were ready to back him up. "He's been searching for whoever is attacking the unicorns. We're here to help."

Before the centaurs could react further, there was a thunderous crash through the trees, and Hagrid appeared, running toward them, Fang at his side.

"Put down yer bows!" Hagrid boomed, his voice echoing through the forest. "They're not enemies, they're with me!"

The centaurs lowered their weapons but remained wary, their eyes still fixed on Harry and the twins. Hagrid rushed over to Harry, his large hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder.

"What in blazes happened, Harry?"

Harry explained everything—their tracking of the unicorn blood, the battle with the cloaked wizard, and how he had escaped into the darkness. The centaurs listened intently, their faces grim.

Most of the centaurs quickly began galloping toward the direction the dark wizard had fled, determined to track him down. But one centaur lingered, his deep, thoughtful gaze fixed on Harry. He stepped closer, his hooves making soft thuds against the forest floor, and spoke in a low voice.

"The stars are brighter tonight," he said, his tone almost reverent. His piercing eyes met Harry's. "Harry Potter, your fate is tied to the fate of our world. You will change the course of history, for better or worse. Your destiny is woven into the fabric of the wizarding world's future."

Harry blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. The centaur gave him one last, meaningful look before turning and galloping off into the night.

As the echoes of the centaurs' departure faded, the group turned their attention to the dying unicorn. Its shimmering blood stained the earth beneath it, glowing faintly in the moonlight. The sight of the pure, magical creature in such a state filled Harry with a deep sadness.

Hagrid knelt down beside it, his expression somber. "Poor thing," he muttered. "No creature deserves this."

As they all stood over the dying unicorn, its fate seemingly decided, Harry couldn't shake a feeling gnawing at him. The magical knowledge he had gained at Runestone Castle and from the Black Family Library stirred in his mind. He had learned about dark magic and dangerous healing arts—spells that could reverse even the gravest of injuries if one was willing to pay the price. Harry knew dark magic had been used to harm the unicorn, but he also knew a counterspell, one that could perhaps save it.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, and everyone—Hagrid, Fred, George, and the centaurs still nearby—watched in stunned silence as he approached the unicorn.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Fred asked, his voice trembling with concern.

Ignoring the question, Harry withdrew his wand and made a small incision on the palm of his hand. Blood welled up, and Harry pressed his bleeding palm to the unicorn's cold, wounded side. He began chanting in an ancient tongue—Greek, the language of a powerful healing spell he had come across in the forbidden texts of Runestone Castle. The words slipped from his lips, carrying a weight that felt both ancient and dangerous.

As Harry chanted, the glow of his palm intensified. Everyone around him stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. The deep wounds on the unicorn's body began to close, slowly at first, then faster, as if some unseen force was knitting the flesh back together. Its breathing, once labored and faint, grew stronger with each passing moment.

Finally, with a vigorous shake of its mane, the unicorn opened its eyes. It stood up, fully restored, its ethereal form shimmering in the moonlight. The creature looked at Harry with a kind of reverence, its large, soulful eyes locking onto his.

Harry, now pale and exhausted, sank to the ground, his body drained from the exertion of performing such potent magic. The unicorn, however, approached him, rubbing its head gently against his face as if to say thank you. Then, with a graceful flick of its tail, it dropped a bundle of shimmering silver hair into Harry's lap—a rare and precious gift.

Harry, barely able to lift his hand, took the unicorn hair, feeling an immense gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice weak but full of awe. The unicorn gave one last nod and galloped off, disappearing into the forest to rejoin its herd.

Just then, the centaurs returned, their eyes wide with shock at the sight of the restored unicorn. They looked between the creature and Harry in disbelief. After a brief moment of silence, they did something that left everyone stunned—they bowed. Every single one of them bowed their heads in respect toward Harry. It was a gesture of honor, a sign that Harry had done something beyond the natural laws of magic.

Even Hagrid, who had seen many magical wonders in his lifetime, stood speechless, his face a mixture of awe and admiration. "That was... somethin' else, Harry," he finally muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

Harry, still seated on the ground, nodded weakly, too tired to explain. Fred and George rushed to his side, helping him up, their faces full of admiration and shock. As they walked back to Hogwarts, the twins couldn't stop whispering about Harry's incredible duel with the cloaked wizard and the mysterious blood magic he had used to heal the unicorn.

"Blimey, Harry," George said, shaking his head in disbelief. "That was something we'll never forget."

Fred nodded vigorously. "You've got more tricks up your sleeve than we ever imagined."

Even Hagrid, who led them back, couldn't help but ask, "Where'd ye learn all that, Harry? That was powerful stuff."

Harry, still weary from the spell, gave a small, secretive smile. "Let's just say it's something I picked up along the way."

As they neared the castle grounds, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the bundle of unicorn hair. He carefully divided it into three parts, handing one to Fred and one to George. "Here," he said. "Unicorn hair is one of the most powerful magical substances there is. Consider it a gift."

The twins looked at the shimmering hair with wide eyes, understanding its rarity and significance. They nodded gratefully, clutching the unicorn hair as if it were a treasure.

"We'll share it with the others, too," Fred said, his voice full of excitement. "A gift for each of the Order of the Star members."

"That way, everyone will have a part of this adventure," George added, smiling.

As they entered the castle grounds, Harry couldn't help but reflect on the night. It had been more than just a dangerous quest—it had been a test of everything he had learned, everything he was becoming. And for the first time, he realized just how deeply his fate was intertwined with the magic of the world around him.