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“You’re late Potter,” Draco muttered as Harry got close enough to hear him without raising his voice.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Harry muttered.

“Fine by me,” Draco shot back, turning to lead the way into the Forest that he was quite used to by now. Thank you Father, he thought silently as Harry followed close behind him, obviously not having a clue about where he was going.

Gathering two of the ingredients went fairly easily. Draco led, Harry followed wondering slightly why he wasn’t disturbed that Draco knew where he was going and then resolved to think about that later. But when they approached the spot where Draco knew there was a Gorgan tree, Harry suddenly stopped short. Draco continued walking for a few steps and then realized that Harry wasn’t with him. He turned to see the boy staring ahead at the downward slope of the ground that was covered in a root canopy.

“I’ve been here before. We don’t want to be going in there.”

“Yes, Potter, we do want to be going in here as it is the fastest and most direct route to the last ingredient that we need and I for one want to get to bed.”

“Draco, you don’t understand. There are thousands, millions even, of giant—”

“Spiders? Yes I know.”

“They enjoy eating flesh—did you know that?”

“I had assumed so. They don’t bother with a Veriae, so I never tested my theory.”

Harry looked pointedly at Draco, and Draco realized that he had overlooked the slight problem of Harry not being a Veriae. He rolled his eyes, only slightly visible in the darkness of the wood.

“Fine. You stay here. I’ll go get the Gorgan’s Hair.” Draco spoke as if he was very annoyed by the injustice of all this. “But you have to carry everything back.”

Harry didn’t point out the fact that he already was carrying the other two ingredients, and nodded, watching the aristocrat disappear into the cave-like structure ahead of him.

Harry waited and waited…and finally figured that time was relevant. He was sure that he was counting the seconds when he first heard the sounds, like wheezing only in a very regular breathing pattern. And then he heard the somewhat silent sound of slithering coming towards him. And something that he had forced himself to memorize for Snape’s second test clicked in his head.

Wyvern! His mind screamed. Winged, legless dragons that breathed a yellow fog which gave humans a nasty cough that wouldn’t go away for years, and made their eyes burn and blur. Damn. And what’s more is that their hide repelled magic of all sorts. Double damn.

He half twisted to see three pairs of eyes watching him. Bloody. Hell.

The creatures slowly emerged from the brush, speaking to each other in the language of dragons. It was what Parseltongue had originated from and Harry could catch a few words…words that by themselves formed a very disconcerting picture. Unintentionally, Harry began to back towards the cave which would lead to the spiders’ nest.

Draco emerged from the cave to just avoid running into Harry, who had leapt back to avoid the fog of three wyverns. What were they doing here? The wind of the forest rustled through the trees and told him. Draco saw red.

They.