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Malfoy
let
out
a
terrible
scream
and
bolted
--
so
did
Fang
.
The
hooded
figure
raised
its
head
and
looked
right
at
Harry
--
unicorn
blood
was
dribbling
down
its
front
.
It
got
to
its
feet
and
came
swiftly
toward
Harry
--
he
could
n't
move
for
fear
.
Then
a
pain
like
he
'd
never
felt
before
pierced
his
head
;
it
was
as
though
his
scar
were
on
fire
.
Half
blinded
,
he
staggered
backward
.
He
heard
hooves
behind
him
,
galloping
,
and
something
jumped
clean
over
Harry
,
charging
at
the
figure
.
The
pain
in
Harry
's
head
was
so
bad
he
fell
to
his
knees
.
It
took
a
minute
or
two
to
pass
.
When
he
looked
up
,
the
figure
had
gone
.
A
centaur
was
standing
over
him
,
not
Ronan
or
Bane
;
this
one
looked
younger
;
he
had
white-blond
hair
and
a
palomino
body
.
"
Are
you
all
right
?
"
said
the
centaur
,
pulling
Harry
to
his
feet
.
"
Yes
--
thank
you
--
what
was
that
?
"
The
centaur
did
n't
answer
.
He
had
astonishingly
blue
eyes
,
like
pale
sapphires
.
He
looked
carefully
at
Harry
,
his
eyes
lingering
on
the
scar
that
stood
out
,
livid
,
on
Harry
's
forehead
.
"
You
are
the
Potter
boy
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
had
better
get
back
to
Hagrid
.
The
forest
is
not
safe
at
this
time
--
especially
for
you
.
Can
you
ride
?
It
will
be
quicker
this
way
.
"
My
name
is
Firenze
,
"
he
added
,
as
he
lowered
himself
on
to
his
front
legs
so
that
Harry
could
clamber
onto
his
back
.
There
was
suddenly
a
sound
of
more
galloping
from
the
other
side
of
the
clearing
.
Ronan
and
Bane
came
bursting
through
the
trees
,
their
flanks
heaving
and
sweaty
.
