Do You Remember, Now?

This is my first smut. Tell me what you think.

It was a quiet, peaceful as Harry stroled through the muggle streets of his home town. He was on his way to the local super market, afree Dudley had complained to aunt Petunia about the apparent lack of Pumpkin Pudding- whatever that was- and she had screached in her creaky, vulture voice to go get the ingredients, pumpkin slices, milk, cream, and sugar. The trip was about five blocks away, and the sun was starting to set. Harry guessed it was around six o'clock, when he usually would begin to set the tables.

"Why couldn't Aunt Petunia come and get Duddikins Pumpkin Pudding?" He mumbled to himself. He knew he was going to get a few hits with the belt for being late- which wasn't even his fault.

Harry started to think. What was the fastest way back to the Dursley's? Was it through town square? No, that would be too crowded, and would take for ever. Was it the route that went down Garden Street? No, I would have to cross that highway, which would take at least ten minutes on it's own... Was it through Peony Park? Yes! It wouldn't be too crowded, as the sun was setting, and I wouldn't have to cross any major streets! Just through that patch of trees... The park was really just a small forest, with little paths leading to various playground equipment, and the bathrooms. It usually didn't have anyone around after five P.M. because the kids would all be home for supper. Yes, that was the way he would go.

Harry made a sharp left, heading for a big patch of trees, and steering off of Rose Lane. The dark pine trees loomed in the distance, and Harry couldn't see even a mile in. He started walking, putting on a brave face.

The trees reminded him of something familiar, but Harry didn't know what. They were dark, and home to many forest... Creatures... The Dursley's hated that word. They hated anything to do with nonexistence. They were over obsessed with being normal, and Harry, in all of his sixteen years of living, didn't know why.

Harry's ears picked up every chirp, squeak, and growl as Harry entered the forest, his nerves getting the best of him. He didn't know why, but everything felt... Off.

"Hello?" Harry said, now a mile into the park, walking on the trail leading to the bathrooms. "Is anyone there?"

Harry heard a twig snap, and looked around, his shaggy hair going wild. Harry's hand subconsciously went to his empty pocket, but he didn't know why. He hadn't even considered carrying a gun, or even a knife. He brushed it off, going to speak again.

"Hello? Is anyo-" Harry's voice was cut off as a bunch of large, whip-like vines teacher out towards him. Harry swore he heard a strange mumble before the strange ropes reached out to him, but he didn't pay it any mind, working to free his head from the things that had just covered his mouth.

Harry bit down hard, and,the strange rope things retreated with an audible hiss. Harry didn't even think. He just ran, dropping the groceries and taking off down the path that led to the public bathrooms.