Harry moved carefully down the forested hillside. Twisted trees poked out of the muddy ground with gnarled branches trying to snag him like grasping hands. A few of them managed to scrape him, but he ignored it. Something about this place just seemed so creepy. Even with the hot, afternoon sun beating down, the shadows cast by those misshapen tree trunks were just a little too dark. Or maybe that was all in his head.
He paused, wiping the sweat off his brow, blinking once as he tried to get his bearings. “Not much further,” he panted. “It should be right over the next hill.”
He hoped.
For the last ten minutes, he had been trying to decide if this place looked familiar. It kind of did, but forests had a sameness to them. If you weren’t careful, you could end up going in circles, passing
