"Are you all right?" said the centaur, pulling Harry to his feet. "Yes -- thank you -- what was that?"

The centaur didn't answer. He had astonishingly blue eyes, like pale sapphires. He looked carefully at Harry, his eyes lingering on the scar that stood out, livid, on Harry's forehead.

"You are the Potter boy," he said. "You had better get back to Hagrid. The forest is not safe at this time -- especially for you. Can you ride? It will be quicker this way."

"Wiat my friend!" Harry ran over too a body that lyed limp on the ground and tryed to shake Amelia awak. Amelia lied still bathed in moonlight she looked peacful but in pain. She had mostly truned back to normal but Harry could see fangs pokeing out of her month and fur on her face near her nose even a set of wolf ears pokeing out of her hair. Non of theses where what shcoked Harry though. What shcoked him was that Amelia was resting in a puddle of warm blood which was her own. 

"She is hurt!" Harry shouted panic reseing up in his chest. He didn't know if Ameliaw as even stil alive or if she would be ok.

"Add pressure," Harry did so.

"My name is Firenze. Grab the girl," added the centaur, as he lowered himself on to his front legs so that Harry could clamber onto his back with Amelia's limp body in his arms. 

There was suddenly a sound of more galloping from the other side of the clearing. Ronan and Bane came bursting through the trees, their flanks