Chapter Eleven
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Harry was dragging his trunk through the forest he had come across when he was far away from Surrey. He had never seen the forest before but the ominous feeling of it reminded him of the Forbidden Forest. No, he was not frightened, although he know he should have been. It was a foreign forest to himself and he had no idea what sort of creatures resided within but he had a feeling it would lead him where he needed to go. He could hear some curious animals watching him from the safety of the bushes as though he were some alien. He probably was, he mused, after all what sane person would enter these woods. He almost chuckled at the thought. Unlike the other forest he had spent no certain amount of time in, this forest let in absolutely no light so he had to rely on his other senses a tad more than he would have to usually.
Feeling exhaustion creep up on him, he decided to find a suitable place to spend the remainder of the night. Peering around he saw a rather large tree a few feet in front of himself and supposed it would have to do until morning, whenever that was. He walked over to the tree, jumped up and pulled himself up onto a thick branch. Hoping he wouldn't fall off he was soon whisked off into sleep.
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The next time Harry woke up he was left with the remainder of a dream, or a nightmare, that he could not tell. The more Harry tried to remember it, the more it would seem to slip through his fingers. Sighing he started to roll over but quickly grabbed hold of the tree branch to stop himself from falling. Dropping to the ground in a crouch, he quickly surveyed his surroundings. Seeing nothing, he headed in the direction he hoped he had been going.
After walking for what he guessed was two hours he started to hear something. It sounded like a nail being grated over glass and he carefully went in the direction of the odd noise. After walking for nobody knows how long, the sound was getting steadily louder, it couldn't be more than two feet away. Silently, he crept closer and saw the most unusual animal he had seen in his entire life and it seemed to be in pain. He carefully knelt down beside the creature and stretched his arm out towards it, careful not to startle it, for it could attack him at any second. It stopped its painful whining and tilted its head toward his hand. Harry readied himself to snatch his hand away when the animal sniffed it. Slowly, Harry came closer to see how serious its injuries were. Its right front paw and the scruff of its neck had deep gashes, which to Harry, looked suspiciously like bite marks. He went back to his trunk to retrieve some cloth to bind the creature's wounds. Plucking out an old robe he began to rip it into strips and returned to kneel at the animals side. Warily, he started wrapping the gashes on its paw but it only whined pitifully and he continued. As soon as he was finished, he began on the wound on the scruff of its neck. Again, the animal merely whined and he took it as permission to continue.
As soon as he was finished he gathered the animal up in his arms and when he was met with no protests he wrapped the animal up with the rest of his robe. Holding the animal, which he assumed to be quite young, as though it were a baby, he realised there was one flaw with his plan. "What about my trunk?" he asked himself and as if answering his question the trunk started to float in the air. Deciding not to question his luck he started walking again.
After a while he returned his gaze to the strange, black furred, animal to see it was returning his gaze. He smiled at the little creature and got a better look at it. There were two triangular ears at the top of its head, with tufts of hair coming off them and he guessed it was a kitten. It also had a little pink nose and long whiskers. Its dark eyes seemed to be roaming all over his face, taking in each feature. Harry smiled at it again and its eyes seemed to light up a bit more. Holding the kitten closer to himself it snuggled into his embrace and was soon asleep.
After a few hours, the kitten was still asleep and he could see light in between the trees ahead signalling the end of the woods. Quickening his pace he soon came to the edge of the wood and saw a large field. Looking around he noticed the trees were in a circle around the golden field. In the distance he saw and old shack and decided to check it out. He could spend the night there if there were no inhabitants.
After crossing the field he was only feet away from the small cabin, when the kitten in his arms started to squirm. "Just a little longer," he murmured softly to it and scratched behind its ear. It yawned, its mouth open wide and stilled.
Moments later he reached an old weather beaten door and knocked softly, but hard enough for anyone inside to hear. After a while he turned the door knob to find it was open. Pushing the door open, its hinges squeaked and was in need of an oiling, he walked inside to find the house was fully furnished. All the furniture was covered in sheets of various colours indicating that the house was abandoned. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to what looked to be a couch and uncovered it. The couch was a dark blue colour but otherwise it was quite plain. Setting the small cat down on the couch, he took what was left of his robe off it. It stood up, limping on its injured paw, but otherwise seemed fine. Careful of its injuries, he stroked it and was surprised to find its fur was very soft and fine, almost like silk.
Again, the cat's eyes locked with his own and he was surprised to find it had bright green eyes, not unlike his own. Its tail was quite long than he thought was normal and its hair was quite short, although he thought it might get longer as it got older. Stroking the kitten one last time as it snuggled back into his robe and returned to sleep.
Standing up, Harry realised it was much later than he realised and went off to explore the cabin before it got to dark to see anything. An odd thing he found was that the rooms seemed much larger then he would have guessed from the outside. He also noticed that all the houses furnishings were rather fancy and expensive, as though it belonged in a mansion. He was started to get the feeling the inside of the house was magically expanded, maybe it was to avoid attention from people who thought it was just a small cabin. He found there was a queen sized bed in the master bedroom and there were double beds in the other two bedrooms. The bathroom was quite large. The kitchen was very clean and the sitting room, where he left the kitten was quite large and had a feeling to it that made you think, home. It also had a fireplace, which he was grateful for because he had a feeling it could get cold during the nights.
Yawning, he scooped up the kitten, collected some blankets and went to the master bedroom to get some needed rest. He set the small cat down beside him, but not close enough for him to roll over while he slept and laid himself down. Clasping his hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim him.
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I apologize for not updating for so long but I was sick and then we had a novel study, The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King, in L.A. and I didn't have enough time to write a chapter.
Thank-you to reviewers, I'll do reviewer response next chapter which will be up shortly.
This is the un-betaed version because I wanted to get it up as soon as I could and because my dad is telling me to get off the computer.
I hope you like it!
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