Chapter three

Rex

The roar didn't sound far off, but it was impossible to tell where it was coming from. Harry broke into a run down the stream, not knowing where it might lead him. He stumbled along, panting heavily; He had no idea what the roar belonged to- he has never heard anything that loud before. The creature roared again, not as loud this time but Harry nearly fell flat on his face trying to get away.

Trees snagged at his cheeks, drawing blood, his arms were burning and he flinched every time a branch cut at his side. Harry had no idea where he was going, but one thought dominated all others: follow the stream. He rushed, ducking under harder branches, and nearly tripping over fallen logs when he tried to jump over them. His shoulder crashed into a tree trunk creating several new lacerations and he stopped at yet another clearing. He looked around and found it nearly empty, save for the stampede of creatures rushing into his direction. Harry let out a yell and ran perpendicular to them, finding the edge of another forest and hoped that whatever was chasing those stampeders wasn't interested in A La Harry. The ground rumbled as if there was an earthquake and Harry stumbled and fell, clutching the ground. Another creature, barreled after the last of the stampede roaring as if it was angry. Its head was boxy and its arms teeny, it had yellowing, pointy teeth and a very muscular body. Its eyes were beady and cold.

Harry stared as the creature's jaws snapped around a dinosaur's tail pulling violently. He watched, sickened as the dinosaur tore into the weakly flailing creature. It let out its last wail and fell limp. Harry didn't want to stay around to see it finish its meal. He recognized the shape of the large carnivorous dinosaur; it was known as the T- rex, tyrant lizard and was the fiercest dinosaur of its age. The boy cursed himself that he didn't know as much about dinosaurs as he wanted to and after a while, to be frank, he didn't care- as long as none of them found him particularly appetizing.

Harry was alone once more, walking through foliage that sliced at his ankles and face and ignoring the increasing thirst in his throat. Harry realized that he lost the river and he idly wondered whether he could go back to the clearing once that god forsaken animal was gone. The Wizard shook his head irritably- no, he wasn't going back, he was going to figure out a way to get off this Island, Harry knew something for sure, that he was very far away from home.

Harry continued walking through the forest, the thought that maybe he was walking in circles struck his mind and he nearly choked at the implication.

Wasn't there magic for this sort of thing? Harry wondered, throat and lips parched, his breathing was slow, yet loud in his ears, his stomach rumbled heartily, there probably was magic for this sort of thing, but he wasn't in his Sixth year yet- he wouldn't know what the spell for jets of water were.

It seemed as if hours and hours have passed and Harry's legs felt numb, he felt as if he was going to fall over any minute. The sounds of the forest felt too loud- too close to him, the world was blurring before his eyes, the wounds on his arms barely stung and his skin was inflamed with bug bites, poison ivy and sunburn. A thought crawled across his mind and Harry licked his lips, send sparks up. He went into his pants, pulling out his holly wand, his life force and he pointed it at the sky.

"Periculum!" His throat was raspy with disuse and the sparks were too bright for his eyes.

He had to continue, despite the inevitability of dying on the island, it didn't change the fact that he was going to try to survive. Water should be his first priority! So Harry prayed that he stumbled upon the river once more. Every step that he took ached, every breath that he inhaled hurt his dry and cracked throat, and Harry exhaled suddenly, eyes heavy with fatigue. Harry ran a hand over his forehead and through his hair, aware that the skin there was devoid of sweat. The sky was bleeding inks of red and blue, the dark falling fast. Harry huffed, blinking rapidly he walked faster despite the new ache that spiked up his calves.

He had to hide, it was getting dark! Harry looked up, sunset colors filtering through the leaves. He thought about how tall the trees were, how disconnected and out of reach they looked from the forest floor. The thought came to him eventually, but it was so slow that the sunset colors disappeared from the sky. Harry inhaled deeply, wincing at how tight his throat felt and he grabbed a sturdy tree vine, pulling himself up, clumsily searching for footholds.

Fatigue, thirst and hunger slowed him down, so Harry was careful to find the next foothold in the tree. He already felt so high up and it reassured the wizard. He climbed and climbed, the sky painted a deep indigo now, the forest floor fading to black beneath him. Harry dumped himself on the largest tree branch, glad that it successfully held him up. He realized how high he was when he saw the view of other trees, he thought about how he could summon anything from his height. Leaves, the ladybug, even the Crazy Lizards, he could summon them, even banish them.

Then Harry thought in his half sleep, about water. Cool and soft on his tongue and lips how nice it would feel sliding down his throat. Hell, if he could summon something like the Crazy Lizards, Then he could summon something like water. It was painful to smile, but he smiled anyway, it was such a great idea and the thought never occurred to him until now. Harry wanted to act immediately, but he was so tired… so… thirsty. Harry pulled out his wand, mildly surprised at how tight he was holding it then he pointed it at the tree nearby his own.

"Accio… Water," It felt like the funniest thing in the world, the most outrageous, but he said it anyway. He didn't expect it to come to him.

What he truly didn't expect was the stuff to splash him on the face. Harry sat straight up, adrenaline injecting into his nerves, his breathing became loud and rushed, and his skin was wet.

Harry blinked stupidly in shock; he stared at the tree he was pointing at with his wand. The leaves were brown, the tree was dead, and his shorts were soaked through with water. Harry whipped his head around in newfound excitement, almost completely free from his lethargy. He pointed at another tree at random and said louder this time,

"Accio water!" Before his eyes, the tree began to turn brown; something liquid and clear was forming in a stream, coming towards him. Harry opened his mouth like a child as the stream splashed onto his person; he swished a little into his mouth and swallowed savoring the taste, grateful for the water, despite the slightly sweet taste that he felt on his tongue. Harry panted heavily with excitement, the steady stream of water spilling right onto him.

He continued to drink thirstily, not stopping until his head started to spin. The stream stopped and Harry made a smacking sound, sitting back on the trunk of the branch, satisfied at last and rejuvenated, he felt like he could continue at night, to never stop, but when Harry was about to move, exhaustion hit him like a pile of bricks. He tipped his head back, allowing his eyes to easily fall closed.

Harry woke up when the sun was in the middle of the sky. Noon, Harry noted with a smile and he pulled a leaf from a nearby branch, saying the spell. A stream of water rushed into his mouth. He blinked slowly and Harry dropped the leaf, sliding down the tree.

The world felt clearer and he felt refreshed. Yes, yes he could do this.

AN: You guys are the most loyal and I don't deserve you. But here you go! A chapter.

Just a note: I believe I changed the previous chapter a little because of the typos and the Frogs are not Reptiles thing. I know Frogs are not Reptiles! It was a serious typo, thanks for informing me of such, but what you said was rude. You know who you are!

Sorry about the wait!