Again: I'm sorry for not updating sooner. Not just homework, sports and after school activities played a part in no updating sooner, but also the fact this was a hard one to make good. Plan for me to post once a week! Hope you like it!

"Ron wake up!" Harry screamed for the fifth time. "I thought you would be used to waking up by now….apparently not."

Ron got up out of bed to see Harry packing things into his rucksack. Remembering why they packed up last time, he grabbed his wand. Noticing his fear, Harry said,

"Ron, relax, there are no snatchers. I just want to get moving to a better place, because nothing good is coming from here. We are now going to The Forest of Dean"

"Ok…" Said Ron, and started to help pack.

After packing, which took slower than usual, they got ready to apparated

"I wish Hermione had left that bloody bag she had. We could really use the extra space." Ron said, looking ready to pass out from the weight he had to carry."

It took great difficulty to apparated with all their things, but they made it without losing anything except a pair of Ron's jeans, which didn't fit him anymore.

As soon as they hit the ground, they collapsed. They were in knee-high deep snow. Dropping all his things, Harry got up and started to put up the protective charms.

"What will that help?" Asked Ron. "We are going to be in knee-high snow so we couldn't move anyway!"

Harry shot Ron a glance that said, "You do know we are wizards right?"

Ron stood back, still wondering what Harry was going to do. Rolling his eyes, Harry said:

"Incendio"

Fire bursted from his wand, and for a second, Ron was scared he was going to burn the whole forest down. But he saw the fire made no ash on the ground, and the fire stopped where the boundaries were.

"Aguamenti"

Water spewed from Harry's wand and all the fire was gone. Ron, trying to keep his mouth from drooping open because Harry knew how to do the fire spell that would only burn snow and even Hermione struggled with it. He started to unpack the bags and set up the tent.

Ron walked over and helped Harry unpack. After 10 minutes, they had barely made a dent, so they gave up and decided that they just were going to take things out as they needed them.

Ron sat down, and his stomach rumbled.

"Harry, I'm going to go see if I can find that river Hermione said was here. If I can find it, I'll get some fish."

"Sure, I'll stay and watch," said Harry, pulling the locket out his special bag Hagrid gave to him and putting it around his neck.

Ron walked out of the tent and started forward. As he walked, he noticed there were different colors on each tree. There was a yellow, a blue, and a purple. He remembered that Hermione had once told him that she loved to walk on the yellow trail the best, because that was the path the river led to. Ron turned around and went back to the yellow tree.

"Bloody muggle signs," Ron said as he tried to figure out how to follow the path.

He walked left and found himself with a purple sign. Then he walked back right and he found that this led him to another yellow one.

After messing up a thousand times, trying to find the yellow paths, he finally heard trickling water, so he knew that he must be getting closer

After 3 more signs, he found the river. He tried summoning fish from the lake, but failed miserably. He had never been very good with the summoning charm. Sighing, he took his loathed fishing poll out of his backpack and cast it into the river. Within seconds, he felt a big tug and reeled it in. After several minutes of reeling and panting, the fish finally came onto shore. And it was NOT as big as he expected. It was barely enough to feed one of them! So he cast his line again and waited.

"I wonder if Hermione ever did this," Ron thought to himself.

Deep in thought, he barely noticed he had another tug on his line. Not until the pole was almost ripped out of his hands did he come back to reality and begin to reel it in. After a few minutes he reeled it in...another small one.

It was getting dark now, and Ron decided that he would eventually end up hurting himself if he continued to fish, either by slipping or hooking himself. So he apparated back to the tent, struggling to hold onto the fish as he did so.

"Are you hungry Harry?" Ron called as he landed on the ground.

"Of course I am, fry those things up!" Harry practically screamed.

Ron started a fire with a muggle contraption called "matches." His father had given them to him before he left, and he just now found them in his coat pocket, and wanted to try them out. He had burnt his thumb several times, but he felt good to have started a fire with no magic.

He put the fish on a stick and fried them over a fire. When they started to eat it, they both didn't like it, but decided that it was better than nothing and ate it all.

"You wanna take the first watch?" Harry said.

"Sure, why not. I'm not that tired." Ron said

"Wow, that's a first."

"What does that mean?"

"Let's see Ron, you are always hungry and always tired." Said Harry, laughing.

"Yea, well…I have no come-back."

"Alright, goodnight."

"Night."

Ron took a seat the tent and took out his want, making a bug on the ground be trapped in a box he kept making, for several hours. Then he heard a low growl. He looked up and saw a dark figure. Hoping it was Hermione, he took down the enchantments and whispered, "Hermione?"

Another growl.

"Well, that's not Hermione…" Ron said, stepping farther outward.

Something lunged out at him and he screamed, waking Harry.