Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, so feel free to flame away! I need the cold hard truth!
Harry could feel the crunch of dry leaves under his hooves as he traveled cautiously though the dense forest. If he tilted his ears to the left, he could hear the babbling of a near by creek and the scurrying feet of small animals. When he angled them to the right, he could make out the sound of… cars?
Stopping dead in his tracks, Harry's legs bunched as he prepared to sprint deeper into the forest and away from human contact. Before he could do so, a small, almost forgotten part of his mind reminded him, You're still human. No matter how long you hold a stag's form, or how long you live his life.
Pausing once again, he concentrated on the human part of his mind for the first time in three years. Memories of his friends, his family, Hogwarts, the War, and his enemies, all came flooding back. Subconsciously, Harry's feet lead him toward the sound of the cars.
He hadn't thought about being human for so long that his animal instincts were telling him to run, but he persisted. As he drew near the edge of the trees he could smell the tar from the road. Harry could also smell the sent of grass and farm animals.
When he came to the end of the trees he could see a large open field, stretching a long distance. Looking to the right, Harry could see a rather large farmhouse with a bright red barn behind it. A hundred yards behind the barn was a small, two-lane road. To the left was a fenced in field of animals. At first glance, the field seemed to contain at least a dozen horses, but on closer inspection, he could see that that was not the case. Instead of being filled with horses, the field was filled with hippogriffs.
Harry was greatly surprised, to say the least. What were the chances of him stumbling upon a wizard's farm the first time he wondered back into civilization?
I wonder who lives here, he thought briefly as he cautiously made his way across the open field toward the house.
As he got closer, Harry noticed that the house was in quite good shape. It was a stereotypical, two-story farmhouse with white walls and Slytherin green shutters. There was a wrap-around porch with a swing, a few rocking chairs and a couple of end tables. The furniture had the same color scheme as the house; white furniture with Slytherin green cushions.
When Harry was about thirty feet from the house, the front door started to open and he stopped in his tracks. Panicking, he started to turn and flee when something caught his eye. A familiar head of white-blonde hair was sticking out of the door.
Trembling slightly, Harry turned toward the house and when he looked up, his eyes met with the sliver eyes of Draco Malfoy.