Morning

"Not if I can help it!" exclaimed Harry. What a great start to the morning- how could he stand being lost in a forest with this black-haired nuisance?

"Well maybe if you would be quiet long enough to let me think, I could figure out a way to get out of here," said Snape.

"Thinking would be a stretch for you, don't strain yourself," muttered Harry under his breath. Snape glared at him.

"Alright genius, do you have any bright ideas?"

Harry twiddled with his wand at this question. Indeed Hermione had shown him a spell in his previous year that might be of use, the four point spell, but he decided not to mention it just yet. He wanted Snape to suffer a little before they found their way, even if it meant he had to as well.

"Nope. None at all."


Afternoon

After not having gotten to eat any lunch, Harry and Snape sat under a shady tree to get some rest, having walked a great distance. Harry leaned against it with his eyes closed, taking in the sounds of chirping birds and the wind rustling the trees. But then he heard a sudden crunching of leaves and his eyes shot open.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" asked Snape, rubbing his eyes after having dozed off a while.

"Like something moving in the leaves. I don't think it was either of us…"

Harry got to his feet drowsily and saw something hop within the dry colorful leaves, so he knelt down to investigate. After pushing some of the leaves away, his eyes fell upon a small green black-spotted frog innocently sitting there, looking up at him with bulging eyes. It ribbitted as he scooped it up gently in his hands. He beamed and showed it to Snape.

"I'm keeping him, at least until we find our way back."

"Fine, but you'll be providing for it," replied Snape.

Harry happily put his new friend on his shoulder as if it were a parrot. He decided to name it Felix.


Late evening

"Would you tell that frog of yours to shut up? It's giving me a headache."

"It's a frog, of course it's going to ribbit a lot," rebutted Harry.

They had resumed their journey after Harry found their new companion. The last few hours had gone by with them bickering like this, occasionally stopping their search only to take care of their basic survival needs, even though food and water seemed to be scarce. The sun was starting to set behind seemingly endless numbers of trees.

"Potter, if we weren't lost and in need of each other's help, I'd…."

But something caught Snape's attention and stopped their bickering right away- he put his arm out in front of Harry to stop him.

"Look, it's a trail of spiders!" he said, pointing to the ground with his free hand. Sure enough, there was a trail of small black spiders before them, the kind that legend says should be followed. They were hard to make out due to the setting sun, but visible nonetheless.

"We should follow them!" exclaimed Harry, sharing Snape's enthusiasm at this find. Felix gave a loud ribbit, still fixed firmly upon Harry's shoulder.

They took off after the spiders and followed them for what seemed like hours. They led them through thickets of bushes, wove them in between trees, and even made them walk through big puddles of water until they finally saw the entrance to a clearing on the edge of their vision. They kept walking, and eventually the clearing opened up around them. It was just starting to get dark. The grass here was a very bright green, and it all looked so beautiful and well-maintained.

"This would be a good place to spend the night," said Snape. Harry nodded.


Night

"I'll get some wood to start a fire," said Harry. When he returned with some wood as promised, he fell over with the weight of it all and the wood rolled a little ways away. Snape offered a hand to help him up- what was it that Harry felt as he took it? Could it have been chemistry?

As Harry balanced himself again, all of the night sounds filling his ears made him drowsy. The rhythmic hooting of owls, the crickets…all so peaceful. But when he heard something scamper across the ground, he gave a jump, and ended up backing right up into Snape, who pushed him away.

"Get a grip on yourself, Potter! You call yourself a man?"

Harry gave Snape a look that could kill, the latter ignoring it and using a spell to set the logs aflame. Wishing they had a tent, they lay on the cold ground and Snape fell asleep almost immediately. Harry gathered some leaves into a pile and lay Felix on it, serving as a bed for him. Harry lay on his side with the frog next to him, staring into the fire. He still felt cold and exposed without a blanket. Without thinking it through, he scooted himself closer to Snape and huddled against him for warmth, something he wouldn't have done if the professor were awake. Contented, Harry finally fell into a dreamless sleep.


Yeah, this is pretty wacky. This story isn't supposed to win a medal, I'm just letting myself have fun with this one!

Anyway, I need your guys' opinion on whether you want this to get slash-y…I left it in a place where it either could or it couldn't. I'm open to suggestions on where you want this to go! I'll get day 2 up as soon as I can.