It wasn't that Harry didn't want to use the Killing Curse—he simply didn't know how. So far, all his magic came from textbooks, and there wa
It wasn't that Harry didn't want to use the Killing Curse—he simply didn't know how.
So far, all his magic came from textbooks, and there was no way any of them would teach the Unforgivable Curses.
The Restricted Section might hold dark magic like that, but he hadn't accessed it yet.
If he had known how to use the Killing Curse, he would have finished off Quirrell without a second thought.
So when he shouted the incantation, it was purely to mislead him.
Harry had expected Quirrell to retaliate—but to his surprise, he ran.
The black-robed figure fled in such a panic that he looked like a whipped dog.
Where's your dignity? Harry almost wanted to shout.
Hagrid had finally seen the culprit.
Fueled by rage, he charged after Quirrell, heavy boots stomping deep into the ground as he chased him into the dark.
In an instant, both of them were gone—leaving Harry standing alone under the trees.
Really? You just ran off?
Whoosh—
A gust of cold wind slipped down the back of Harry's neck.
He approached the unicorn.
It was beautiful. Harry had never imagined that "beautiful" could describe an animal before.
It resembled a white horse, its silver mane glowing faintly in the night. A golden horn rose from its forehead, and its eyes were clear as crystal.
It lay still on the ground, a deep, gaping wound on its neck bleeding heavily. Blood spilled from its mouth.
Yet even in this state, its beauty and purity remained untouched.
Harry hadn't expected it to still be alive.
Since it was, he wouldn't let it die.
He pointed his wand at the wound.
"Vita Renovata." (Life Restoration)
A white glow spread across the torn flesh—but to Harry's shock, the healing magic had no effect.
The wound remained.
If he couldn't stop the bleeding, the unicorn was doomed.
Harry didn't give up. He tried every healing charm he knew, but they all failed.
The unicorn's trembling limbs gradually stilled, and its eyes dimmed—like a candle about to go out.
Just as Harry was about to despair, a massive shadow leapt into view.
It landed with a heavy thud—the sound of hooves hitting soil.
It was a centaur—human from the waist up, horse from the waist down.
His hair was platinum blond, his eyes a piercing sapphire blue.
He looked at the fallen unicorn and sighed in regret.
"I was too late."
Turning to Harry, he said, "Don't waste your magic. The wound is cursed… and stained with a dark presence. Magic won't purge it."
Harry's eyes lit up.
The light element within his core stirred, and ambient magical energy gathered around him.
Pure white radiance coated the unicorn's wound.
Then, Harry cast again.
"Vita Renovata."
The long, cursed gash began to close—slowly, but surely.
The centaur stared in disbelief.
"Impossible… I felt the curse. How is it gone?"
Indeed, despite its blood loss, the unicorn had survived.
It blinked, turning its gaze to Harry.
Unicorns were intelligent creatures. It knew he had saved it.
It tried to stand, but faltered—its limbs still weak.
The centaur gently lifted the unicorn onto his back.
"I'll take it back to its herd. They'll care for it."
"Alright," Harry said.
The centaur started to leave, hooves crunching softly in the snow. But after a few steps, he paused, then turned with a heavy tone.
"Harry, do you know what unicorn blood is used for?"
Harry blinked.
"How do you know who I am?"
"We centaurs read the stars. From them, we glean prophecy."
Harry gave him a skeptical look.
The centaur sighed, embarrassed.
"…Alright. I saw you when you entered the forest with Hagrid. He told me who you were."
Harry chuckled. So this was the one who'd been spying on him.
He replied, "Unicorn blood can extend a person's life. But anyone who drinks it is cursed forever."
"Correct."
"And you want to know who would risk eternal damnation just to stay alive?"
"I do," the centaur said seriously.
"Voldemort," Harry replied plainly.
The centaur fell silent.
"And I also know," Harry continued, "that this isn't even his main goal. He's after something hidden right here in Hogwarts."
The centaur stared, dumbfounded.
He had spent countless nights stargazing to uncover these secrets—and this boy had just blurted them out as if it were common knowledge.
"…Did Dumbledore tell you?" he asked.
Harry gave him a withering look.
"Don't you know we have Divination class? I figured it out myself."
The centaur walked off with the unicorn, his silhouette lonely against the night.
"Hope I didn't hurt his pride too much," Harry muttered.
Before long, Hagrid returned.
"I couldn't catch him," he growled. "If I had, I'd have made him pay." His fists clenched audibly.
"Harry, the unicorn—where'd it go?"
"I stopped the bleeding with a spell. A centaur took it back to its herd," Harry replied, then described him.
"Blue eyes? Must've been Firenze," Hagrid said, visibly relieved.
"I thought it had died. Thank Merlin it didn't."
And with that, the two of them left the Forbidden Forest…
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