In the heart of a small forest, where towering trees stretch their limbs towards the heavens, a young sits stands amidst a tapestry of nature's finest hues. The canopy above is a mosaic of emerald leaves, dappled with sunlight that filters through in gentle beams of light. The child's wide emerald eyes, brimming with wonder, trace the paths of these golden shafts as they ascend into the infinite blue.
The air is rich with the earthy scent of moss and damp leaves, a cool, refreshing contrast to the warmth of the sun. The forest is alive with a symphony of sounds: the rustling of leaves stirred by a soft breeze, the distant call of birds, and the occasional scuttle of unseen creatures in the underbrush.
As the child gazes upward, the trees seem to bend and whisper, their ancient branches framing patches of the sky. Above, wisps of clouds drift lazily across the azure expanse, creating ever-changing shapes that ignite the child's imagination. Here, in this serene enclave, the boy spirit soars, feeling both the grounded presence of the forest and the boundless freedom of the sky above.
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It was here young harry Potter was safe, alone and at peace. The boy enjoyed this spot more then any other spot on privet island. However tick sounded in his pocket that took the boy out of his daydreams.Harrys small hand dove into his pocket quickly looking for the source of the ticking noise.
He Hastily fished out his prize revealing a small and old pocket watch. The one Harry's cousin Dudley had lost around last year .Harry had been tempted to return it when he found it 1 week ago, while cleaning Dudley's room. He thought about giving it back deciding against it, already imagining his cousin's reaction to it being in his possession.
Before he could ponder to much on such things he heard fluttering of wings.As shadow cast itself on to the forest floor and then on to harry. Engulfing his whole body before passing by. He looked up to see was creature had formed this shadow. But his young eye's couldn't believe what he saw. No actually he did believe what he saw. Because it was single handley the most strikingly fantastic thing he'd ever seen.
It resembled an Raven but looked like none he'd ever seen on surrey island. He barely got look at it ,he only got to see a few bits and pieces of it. It had pristine black feathers that looked to gleam in the light like steel. And it seemed that someone was on this creature . Now that sentence in it's entirety was utter and complete nonsense. And Harry on a very logical level knew that.
But he was but a boy so he didn't care about logical. So he ran in the direction the creature flew, failing to realize it was heading to town. In the exact direction of his
relatives home.