The running didn't stop at Hogwarts either, really. Only now Harry was being chased by said snake-bothering wizards, who liked to hide out in forests and drink unicorn's blood ... and twelve-foot trolls ... and giant serpents. And the occasional dragon. And the repeated recriminations of his school yard peers, the Wizarding Media and the magical public in general. Not to mention being hunted by arms of Wizarding Government just for the fun of it. Actually, Harry had been handed a pretty hard run of things, when he stopped to consider it all.