A lone figure stood in the clearing, feeling the gently breeze caress his cheek, like the touch of a forgotten love. He stood, feeling the ebb and flow of the wildlife around him, his body perfectly still, except for the occasional rise and fall of his chest. The grass below him licked at his knees as the wind picked up, sending the sweet smell of flowers through his mind. He stood still, the sound of flapping bringing a small smile to his usually bare face. Without another thought, the man bared his shoulder, waiting until the gentle flapping drew nearer. He raised his hand, running it under the chin of his falcon, Hermies, feeling the avian's feathers run over his coarse fingers. The bird nuzzled against his fingers, nipping lightly.
With a chuckle the man reached to his waist, where a leather sack lay tied to a rope slung over his shoulder. He slipped his hand into the bag and withdrew a mouse, and with a wave of his hand he sent the mouse flying through the air. He grinned as Hermies took off, snatching the mouse out of the air with a shrill cry. The man felt a change in the forest, and without a word he took up his staff and began walking, until the clearing had been left far behind and he was instead standing at the tip of a tall cliff, looking out over a vast valley. Even from this distance he could feel the ripple of magic running across the land, feeling the very wind calling to him after so many years living in these woods.
Even though the lone wizard had only recently learned to feel magic, he was disturbed to realize he knew the source of the forest's disturbance. He stood still for a moment, bathing in the familiarity of the magic, before turning and walking into the woods without a glance behind him. He silently hoped she would give up but he knew in his heart she would scour the earth looking for him. After all he had left her and her world behind nearly three long years ago...
Hermione absorbed her surrounding's, looking for any sign of danger. She had already set up her small tent, and set up some basic wards around her camp, mainly to keep creatures from coming to close to her camp. She took a long deep breath, absorbing the pleasant smell of lively grass, and the colorful scent of the flowers all around her. She missed the cities of London but always enjoyed the freshness of the wild in her search. She had spent the last three years looking for him after her friend had died.. She had left the day of the funeral, not even waiting long enough for the burial to be finished.
She was sure if she started her search soon enough, she would have been able to pick up on a lead but it's as if the trail had never been there.
She drew her wand as a shrill cry echoed from above her. Turning her eyes to the sky she watched a Falcon slowly circle overhead, staring at her, almost as if to study her. She watched the bird vanish into the distance, it's silver catching a single last ray of light. Her mind raced, wondering why such a bird would be this far south, in a habitat completely unlike it's normal biome. With a sigh the witch turned her attention to mapping her surrounding's for the day. She withdrew a long scroll and waved her wand over the surface of the map, a rough outline of the terrain appearing on the parchment.
The witch noticed a cliff to the north, and with a quick look around decided to make her way there, for a better view of the surrounding's. With a determined hardness to the young witches eye's she hefted her bag onto her back, before setting off at a quick pace toward the base of the cliff, her eyes scanning the dark rocks before her, looking for a path up.
Hermione walked to the edge of the rock wall, smiling to herself as a small foot path presented itself, hidden among the similarly colored rock. She quickly made her way up the cliff, happy that she didn't have to climb this one. After the incident in the Himalaya's she was very reluctant to climb any rocks again. She had broken her leg after falling from a clifftop, and it was only the snow bank she had landed in that had kept her from dying.
As the witch ascended the last of the rocks she looked out over the valley, unaware that moment's before, she had been being watched from this very spot only minutes before.
The man was nearby still, hidden in the woods nearby, completely out of sight. He could sense her standing at the cliff top, her magic radiating out of her body like a barely contained flood. He wished Hermies would have stayed hidden, he knew the young woman would notice the bird out of his usual area. He silently moved through the trees heading away from her, when he suddenly heard a blood curdling scream. He instantly saw the rocks beneath her had cracked, sending her to her knees on the edge of the cliff, as the rocks began to tip over the edge.
With blood pounding against his ears he raced through the dense woods, never tripping over any root or plant as he raced into the clearing. He sprinted to the rocks and as the rocks gave way, he thrust forward with his staff, the end of the large wood catching her bag's strap, keeping her suspended over the cliff face, and the ground hundred's of feet below her. With a growl the man grabs her and pulls her to safety, cursing his thoughtless actions. He wanted to run and keep running as he heard the intake of breath behind him.
"Harry?" The witches breath caught as the man stiffened his once emerald, now milky white, eyes slide over her.
A/N: This story was just something i thought of when I woke up last night but if anyone reviews and thinks it sounds promising I can turn it into longer full story I just need to know if anyone would read it :) thanks everyone.