Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They are the property of JKR. The story and Lindsey Roberts is mine. A/N: This is my second Fan Fiction here, please review!

Chapter 14

Hermione was having quiet a difficult time trying to climb up the slowly steeping mountain. Not only was their spider webs with spiders as big as her fist and fangs bigger than her own teeth, but the leaves and dead animals that littered the floor made it particularly hard to walk without slipping. Several times Harry was just able to grab her from under to arm to keep her from falling, and others she wasn't able to avoid.

Around mid-day they where both panting heavily, having stripped the outer layer of jacket and cloak, their shirts stuck to them. Hermione was falling behind Harry slightly and was holding a stitch in her side. She finally stopped and bent double with her hands on her knees panting from the effort. Harry stopped after a few more steps and turned around.

"Her...mione c...ome on!" he panted holding his side and wiping the sweat from his red forehead. "Har...ry we need to r...est," she told him walking over and sitting down on a log near a tree.

He threw his hands into the air giving up, because he didn't feel much like fighting at the moment. Walking back down to where she was, and still panting hard, he wasn't watching where he was going. He stepped, very clumsily, onto a dead rat and before he knew it his was on his face rolling down the hill, Hermione screaming after him.

"Harry...HARRY!!!" Hermione screaming running as fast as she could down the hill and picking up his fallen glasses. Harry, though, was not loosing momentum in fact he was gaining it. With every roll of his body he went faster, and faster. He thought he was about to be sick when BAM he ran and hit directly into a tree face first.

He felt lots of things fall out of the tree as he lay there moaning and rubbing his head. "Oh god..." he began as he finally opened his eyes and saw nothing but blurred shadows. His stomach was still a bit quaky so he closed them again. Laying there for 5 minutes until he heard running feet from above.

"Harry, Harry are you okay? Are you alive?" She asked him worried as she came to an abrupt halt in front of him. "I...I don't think anything is broken." He mumbled rubbing his legs. Hermione let out a squeak of relief and reached down giving him a tight and for Harry eerie hug.

She pulled away and reached into her pocket, "Here." She put his glasses on and he smiled up at her with thanks. Harry was still nursing his wounds when Hermione jumped up with a start and started staring around at the tree. "'Mione what's wrong?" Harry asked her rubbing a large gash on his arm. Hermione didn't seem to have heard him; she was busy circling the area around the tree. Harry started looking around and it was only then that he noticed what she was looking at. Scattered along the floor where numerous huge eggs.

"Harry...what happened?" she asked him quietly, in a very slight whisper. "Oh, when I hit the tree I heard a lot of stuff fall from it and onto the floor. I guess it was the eggs." He said looking around some more, "And it looks like all the ones that fell broke."

Hermione looked up into the tree, but didn't seem to see what she was looking for. "Harry we need to get out of here now." She said this time not so quietly. "But Hermione, I would really appreciate it if I could relax for a minute." But Hermione had grabbed his arm was dragging him up and away. "Harry don't you realize..." she began, when there was a low grumbling behind them and they both turned to stare in horror at the creature in front of them. "Eggs have parents, and parents get angry." She finished in a hush terrified voice.