Suddenly Harry had an idea. He set off upon a track that led into a gruelling forest which you would normally find in either a fairy tale or a horror movie. Dashing past trees, tripping over logs, Harry didn't doubt that the path that he had taken could get any worse. But it could... Just then, branches began to dip and soon they were whipping against his face and slashing open gashes. By the time that Harry was a half way through the forest, he had probably lost half of his blood. But that didn't stop him. As determined as a bee trying to get honey, he gritted his teeth and carried on venturing further. Harry was trying to find a hermit.