He slowly pulled off his shirt, feeling heat rise in his body. Throwing it far from him, it snagged on a branch and hung there. He secured his glasses and began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Finally, he was naked in the middle of the forbidden forest, surrounded by merely the trees, and following the trail of a very elusive unicorn. The tracks on the forest floor were easy to see, and he reached the fresh ones all too quickly. There, not ten meters away, was the unicorn. Whiter even than snow with a twisting, almost iridescent horn protruding from its forehead, the unicorn snorted and turned to face the boy. He felt responsibility drain from him as he saw the wild eyes of the beast, and he longed to tame it. His wand was held limply in his right hand, his green eyes focusing on its black eyes. He raised the wand, all the while staring at the creature, and let a spell fly with quick words. The unicorn was frozen in place, eyes circling wildly in their sockets.

"You're mine," Harry whispered, running his hand along the silky white fur. Then Harry mounted the creature and enjoyed the feeling of pride, riding bareback atop a unicorn. He entangled the mane in his free hand and undid the spell. The animal ran, and Harry hung on.

First, the trees flew by as the unicorn sped away from that spot in the forest. Harry struggled to keep his knees pressed to its sides and to hang on with both hands. The unicorn flew through a stream, past old oaks, and jumped over brush while Harry clung to its wild mane, enjoying the sensation of skin rubbing fur. Finally, the animal slowed, foaming at the mouth, eyes wild in fear. It began to trot instead, reaching open space on the other side of the forest, far from Hogwarts and somewhat closer to Hogsmeade. Here, the fields were large expanses of green. Harry rode through rather elegantly as the unicorn slowed to a walk. He patted its neck and it twitched away from him but didn't change pace. The pounding of the hoofs on the ground reverberated up the unicorn's body and through his own, causing him to moan in his bliss. He rocked back and forth, feeling pleasure rush around his body, and kicked gently at its sides, urging it to go a little faster. It obeyed in an instant, quickening to a gallop through the hilly field. He soon climaxed, but the unicorn didn't slow. Harry fell forward against its neck and buried his face in its mane.

Here, in the fields, Harry could be alone. He could think about the world, and he could be with his unicorns. No one would see him, or at least believe what they were seeing. Here, with the unicorn, the divine creature, he could ride naked and bareback, and he was no longer Harry Potter, but just the green-eyed, black-haired boy on the white creature. The unicorn was his to control, the field was his to ride across, and he was in control of the situation. In this world, things did not happen to him; he made things happen.

Smiling at his own thoughts, Harry turned the unicorn around and headed back towards the woods. He needed to get back to the castle before the sun set on the warm spring day, otherwise there would be no dinner and people would start to worry for their dear Harry Potter.

Someday, he knew, he wouldn't turn back. He would just keep riding the unicorn until time itself stopped him.