He took a step towards it to try and see what had happened to it, when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered. Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Harry, Henry, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood, Harry's eyes widened in horror, whoever this was they had just committed one of the most heinous acts of magic. Fang bolted, running as fast as his four legs could carry him. The hooded figure then raised its head and strangely enough looked right at Henry Potter, as if it had been waiting for him, the unicorn blood was dribbling down its front. It got to its feet and came swiftly toward Henry, who apparently couldn't move for fear, as the figure got closer Henry finally moved, staggering backwards, and screaming loudly. Thinking quickly Harry sent up the sparks up into the sky praying the others would find them. The cloaked figured moved towards them, still staring at Henry Potter, red eyes gleamed angrily in the darkness. Only one person truly had red eyes like that in their world. But Harry could feel the magic oozing off the figure and it certainly wasn't the cold, alluring powerful magic of his father.