Draco's View

Everyone gasped and crowded around the grumpy looking man. His baldhead sported some white beard, and his features were undeniably cunning like.

"What?" He hissed, scanning everyone, his eyes stopping on Draco. "Ah, I know a Slytherin when I see one!" He said, eyes twinkling in pure pride.

"Professor… Professor Slytherin, please teach us how to escape the clutches of this forest," Hermione asked timidly, eyes looking down at her feet.

"Gryffindor? Hmm… muggle born." Salazar scanned her thoroughly, seemingly debating with himself.

His anger boiled up instantly, but he arranged his face into a look of forced calm. After all, it was best not to anger one of the greatest wizards of all time. After a few long breathless moments, he nodded and clasped his hands together.

Everyone stared at the professor until he gave an exasperated sigh, then saying "So? What are you waiting for?"

"But, Professor Slytherin, you're suppose to direct us!"

"Oh hiss hiss, ginger. Get walking, all of you. You can't expect me to help you this way! Think, children."

"Point me."

At once, Harry's wand started spinning and turned left, tough with some doubts and hesitation, they trudged in that direction. "It's getting darker, if that's possible. Seems to me we're walking into the heart of the forest!" Ron said as he rubbed his blood stained hands nervously. I couldn't help but agree.

"Lumos Maxima!"

"Put that out this instant you nitwit!" Salazar's voice echoed loudly. "You must as well be pointing a neon sign that says 'late night supper'!"

Cursing, Ginny extinguished the light.

At about midnight, we finally couldn't walk on any longer. "Let's rest by that old oak tree." I suggested, earning approving nods from everyone and a yell of pride from Salazar.

Making sure all protection charms are in place, we sat down by the trunk and greedily drank as much water as we pleased.

"Er… hello." A shy voice said, sending everyone sitting bolt upright.

A small nymph like creature peeked out at them from behind a large branch. It's pale features smiling timidly out at them.

"You're… a Dryad!" Hermione exclaimed, her hand moving to cover to mouth in shock. "So I am," the creature blushed slightly, "My name is Annaelia."

"Hello Annaelia, how are you?" Ginny asked softly, approaching the Dryad.

The little nymph gave a thumbs up and smiled, walking out of the leaves and gazing up at all of them in awe. She turned her head from side to side and stopped at Harry, her gaze widening. "You're Harry Potter!"

Harry smiled and crouched down, holding out his hand, but the creature immediately backed away and called, "I have something to show you! Never thought I will eventually have the honor to meet you, sir!" The Dryad smiled and clasped her hands together, whistling a small tune. A huge snake slithered up to them, causing Ron to stumble backwards in attempt to get away from it.

"This is my pet, Harry, sir. Her name is Morsus. I heard you speak parseltongue, sir. And Morsus is not happy living here anymore, so I hope you'll bring her away, give her a happier place to live!"

The cobra gave a bow to Harry, before coiling around his leg and squeezing him affectionately.

At the Dryad's hopeful look, Harry nodded his head, unable to refuse.

I chuckled at Harry, thumping him on the shoulder.