There was a weird amount of rustling from a tree above Harry. Then a slight creaking noise, followed by a voice shouting "SLAG IT!" Before the words were even done, a young man, about Harry's age, if not a little older, came crashing down from the tree. He landed on his back with a pained sound, then struggled to catch his breath.

Slowly, the struggled breathing turned into a laugh. He reached up and covered his eyes with one hand. "What the hell am I doing?" He asked outloud, to no one in particular.