Harry fell to the ground, still clutching Tierra's hand tightly.
A sharp pain tore through Harry's head, a sensation he had never experienced before, as if his scar had suddenly been pierced by a red-hot iron.
Tierra, whose hand Harry had been holding, was forced to feel the pain with him.
But Tierra's mental fortitude and strength of presence far surpassed Harry's. While Harry was writhing in unbearable pain, Tierra remained clear-headed and grabbed Harry's hand, about to shove it into Voldemort's face.
Just as Harry's hand was about to touch Voldemort—
A hoof entered Tierra's field of vision.
With a smack, it stomped Voldemort's face into the fragrant soil of the Forbidden Forest—just barely missing Harry's hand.
What a shame!
Tierra sighed inwardly.
It was another centaur: Firenze, a prophet who had come in accordance with the stars.
"Are you..." After driving Voldemort away, Firenze the centaur moved to help Harry and Tierra up.
But when his gaze fell upon Tierra, confusion plainly flashed across Firenze's face.
Then Tierra saw an emotion called fear appear there.
Like a meteor exploding through the night.
"Are you all right?" Firenze acted as though he could not see Tierra at all, staring fixedly at Harry without looking away.
"Are you all right?" The centaur pulled Harry to his feet and asked.
"I'm fine... Thank you... What was that thing just now?" Harry asked.
The centaur did not answer. His eyes were an astonishing blue, like pale sapphires.
Firenze examined Harry carefully, his gaze lingering on the vivid, prominent scar on Harry's forehead. "You're the boy from the Potter Family," he said. "You'd better return to Hagrid. The forest isn't very safe at this time... especially for you."
"Come on. I'll take you... both to Hagrid," Firenze added.
Yet even as he spoke,