For the Umpteenth Time
The creature, strangely enough, nuzzled his cheeks. Its skin had an old leather feel to it; through the barest opening of the mouth, you could spy sharp teeth's. Its eyes were white completely, just like a zombie in the TV series Dudley watches. Dead eyes. It sniffed his hair and tried to chew much like a horse, breaking him from his shock.
His magic still bubbled, and he acted excited? (When did his magic get sentient? is magic sentient?) A shiver wracked through his body, and finally, finally he could move. Harry raised a shaky hand to push the creature away from his hair to ensure it didn't become even more of a mess. When he touched its face, it nudged against his palm and, frighteningly enough, nibbled his fingers, drawing blood. Immediately he withdrew his hand. "Bad horsey!" he exclaimed while cradling his injured hand against his chest.
The creature made little sounds against the acquisition, lightly flapping its wings and galloping around him. Just as he thought the situation couldn't get any weirder, he heard similar sounds from behind him. God, please, no what in Merlin's beard is happening. Why are there more?!!!! Up above Harry's head, there were, by a single glance, at least ten of the same creatures circled around and slowly descended.
Harry knew he was in serious trouble. He looked with jaws in the ground as the herd of creatures surrounded him. They moved towards him and crowded around like eager puppies, nuzzling and pushing him here and there. Harry started to panic as he realised he was completely surrounded and had no way to escape. Just then the back door opened and Aunt Petunia stepped outside, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. She screamed loudly, almost like a banshee.
Harry's first instinct was to run away before Aunt Petunia pulled him back inside the house and locked him inside like they did back in the summer after the first year. As if reading his mind, the creatures bit his shirt and trousers to pick him up and drop him on another one, which lay down near him. Harry was dropped unceremoniously on the back of the one lying near him. On reflex, he leaned on its back and clutched his hands on its neck, practically lying on it and holding on for dear life.
"NO NO NO WHAT!!! STOP! LET ME OFF!" Harry shouted desperately, but the creature continued to gallop and flapped its wings to soar through the sky, ignoring his pleas. Aunt Petunia, watching her Nephew being kidnapped by some sinister-looking horses, fainted on the spot, unable to comprehend what was happening. Harry for the umpteenth time that day was shocked by the happenings. He realised he was being kidnapped by some unknown magical creatures. All he had was his wand to defend him as he was wisked away.
"Where the hell are you guys taking me? Please let me down!" he screamed. The creatures paid no attention to his pleas, continuing to fly higher and higher into the sky. Little whining got smaller as they ascended into the clouds. The heard surround him as they flew further away from the ground. His magic, which has been acting funny from the movement he laid his eyes on these creatures, surrounded him in a comforting layer, radiating warm, soothing waves, even extending towards the creature carrying him.
He tried to control his breathing and think rationally despite the fear that consumed him. He doesn't have anything to aid him other than his wand; they were already hundreds of feet above ground, moving as fast as his firebolt. Harry was confused by how his magic was reacting to this serious situation (pun not intended). He has never felt anything like this before; even when faced with Voldemort, his magic hasn't reacted like it has its own mind, even when he was just a child and first sensed his magic as he floated bacon from the dining table because he was hungry. He has never been so acutely aware of his magic's presence within him.
Stumped, he thought of using Patronus Charm to repel the creatures, but he was already so high above the ground and couldn't afford to fall down and get smashed like an egg on someone's front lawn or a road. So it was ruled out, and he desperately tried to think of anything to save his bum. But nothing came to mind. He noticed the herd was heading towards south west away from the main land and towards the open ocean.
"Where the in the hell are you taking me?! How will I get back if you take me out of the country?!" Harry uselessly tried to reason with the creatures that flew him steadily away from Surrey and towards the southern parts. He tried to keep track of how much distance they had crossed, but it became quite hard when the herd moved above clouds. Harry realised that he was truly at the mercy of these mysterious creatures. His magic pulsed, giving soothing waves of warmth as the wind picked up.
WHY IS MY MAGIC OK WITH BEING KIDNAPPED?!! What in the world was going on? Harry thought with betrayal as his magic formed a physical barrier against the external elements. Tears started to slip his eyes as stress over the last few months finally caught up with him. He couldn't understand why his own magic seemed to be working against him. It was as if his powers had turned against him, and he felt utterly alone in the world. He desperately wished for someone to help him figure out what was happening.
Despire rooted in his heart as his thoughts spiraled out of control. He didn't know how much longer he cried; time passed as he anguished over his life and the uncertainty of what was to come. Then he felt something landing on his back.