Age, and times past, and patience, autumn and winter, spring and summer, crops growing and the harvest, herds living and dying. That was what he had felt around him almost tangible in the air. He remembered what had happened, remembered the red eyes of the hooded man rushing at him from crouching over the dying unicorn and drinking its blood. He remembered the pain, the feeling that his head was on fire and caught in a vice. But most of all, he remembered the sudden stop of the red-eyed man, the struggle as the man tried to get free of the force holding him, and then the voice that rang with such dark depths... "You would DARE?! IN MY FOREST?!"
The man, if it was a man, that had then strode into the little clearing, was tall, with a deeply shadowed face, but the first thing that he had noticed had been the man's antlers. Antlers that rose from the man's head, and had golden torcs hanging from the tines...
Harry remembered Malfoy's whimper from behind him that died into a frozen silence as the being walked over to the red-eyed man and glared down at it. He remembered the red-eyed man being carried away, and the horned man turning back to look at him with such dark eyes, and the pulling sensation on his forehead. He remembered the pain as something was torn from his head, the feeling of his scar burning so hot it felt like it was a blazing fire. He remembered the darkly satisfied nod of the horned man, before he walked off and vanished in the forest...
As he lay in Madam Pomfrey's care, he remembered it all, and if his eyes carried a bit more of a wildness in them, a slightly more fey cast, no-one dared to mention it...