Harry Potter and the Archway of the Dead by HighEmpress

He was climbing over large tree roots and stepping into muddy ponds wherever he could.

It did not seem as though Firenze wanted to be seen or followed. It was utterly dark beyond the trees and Harry did not dare to use his wand to light his way. Harry obeyed and took on to step in Firenze's tracks into the Dark Forest, leaving behind Hagrid's hut and the pale glow of early evening. Harry pulled his right hand from under the Cloak and was about to take it off when the centaur spoke in a low voice. Harry recognised him straight away as the centaur who had stepped between him and the half-formed Voldemort sixteen years ago. He was barely a moving shadow in the darkness of the forest.

His mind was still raging about the unfairness of his situation when Firenze's outline appeared between the trees. Why was he still 'Undesirable Number One'? After Voldemort's downfall, everything was supposed to change. It was supposed to be different, he thought bitterly. Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak closer to his body and shivered as a gust of cold wind blew about him and rustled the tree leaves of the Dark Forest now in front of him. And since everyone was convinced that Harry's life was threatened by more than one party, there was no way that he would be able to leave Hogwarts without an escort. They would have to walk to Hogsmead as the enchantment that provided anyone from Apparating on the school's property had been cast by McGonagall. The Weasleys were probably waiting for him to return in order to set out together for The Burrow. It was early in the evening now and the ground was almost deserted.

Harry quickened his pace as he passed in front of Hagrid's hut.

Harry Potter and the Archway of the Dead by HighEmpress