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By: HP-Love and Smut Stories

Summary: (4th Year) After the second event of the Triwizard Tournament Percy wanders into the Forbidden Forest for more dirt on Dumbledore, but ends up getting lost instead. He continues to travel further in until he reaches the grove where many eight-legged creatures reside, and they aren't about to let him go.

Warning: Percy x Aragog (smut/rape)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine… This weird and slightlydisturbing summary/story is.

A/N: Another prologue to get these stories going. Like I said before, anyone is welcome to take these summaries and write a story to them. Email/Message me if you do, or if you need help. Thanks.

Prologue- Your Fault

'Finally, the second task is over. I though Potter would never come out of the water. I can't believe those judges, giving him all those points. Sure he saved the other hostage, but he wasn't supposed to. I mean, I did give him all those points myself, but I was only trying to appease my family, and Potter is pretty chummy with them,' thought Percy to himself as he walked the dampening fields near the Forbidden Forest.

He shifted his cloak over the other shoulder, the weight becoming annoying on the right one. Percy looked around him again, squinting in the suffocating darkness around him. Luckily it seemed that everyone was gone. The second event had be over hours ago and the sun had set. A crescent moon glittered in the sky, while empty clouds filtered in front of its light.

Finally satisfied that no one was going to see him Percy made his way closer to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, careful to avoid Hagrid's house. The black smoke from the small hut rose higher and higher into the air until it seemed to combine with the shifting clouds.

Percy shivered, the cold wind hitting his face and arms. He wrapped his long, thin arms around himself, wishing for a thicker cloak for warmth. This is why he wanted to work for the Ministry. The pay was better than many other jobs out there, and of course, this way he was able to help along the laws and rules that he agreed and based his life on. Becoming the personal assistant to Mr. Crouch was an honor.

Mr. Crouch had proceeded over the cases of Death Eaters in the war against You-Know-Who and was able to place many into Azkaban, cleaning out the ruffians of the Wizarding World. He was also and exceptional linguist, speaking almost every language known, including that of magical creatures. Mr. Crouch was Percy's idol, but lately he hadn't seen anything regarding the stoic man.

Parchment would fly in, attached to the legs of normal barn owls, but he could never send a message back, and all reports were sent directly to the ministry office, by no means allowing him even a glimpse at Mr. Crouch.

Percy now reached the very edge of the forest. In the last letter he received Mr. Crouch had asked him to help him find any information that could be criminating to Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. At first Percy had refused to even do such a thing. Dumbledore was a renowned Light wizard, known for defeating Grindelwald and helping immensely in the destruction of Voldemort and still being a great source of knowledge and hope for the Wizarding World. That was why he hesitated. Percy! Him! Who had always obeyed the law and the word of those far wiser and greater than he had hesitated in his assignment.

Now he knew why Dumbledore had to be investigated. Too many people would just trust the aging, light wizard blindly. They would not question his motives, always certain they were made for their protection, but not him. Not Percy. He would question now, he would investigate, and he would find out the reason why Mr. Crouch had ordered him to find out any important, and hopefully incriminating, information about Dumbledore. Dumbledore wasn't as white as the people thought him to be anyway. He had hired a werewolf just last year! And despite the peace gained from Grindelwald's death, the fact that Dumbledore had killed someone never once crossed the publics mind. They were all so desperate for a hero that they overlooked anything that that hero would have to do to bring them peace.

Percy watched has his exhaled breath seemed to solidify in the chilling air. He rubbed his arms again, desperate for warmth, and actually desperate for anything that would bring him that warmth. He faltered in his first step into the forest. For years he had been told this place was forbidden, and with good reason too. It was known that many dangerous creatures roamed and slithered in the inky, black darkness of the forest. The criss-crossing of branches only thickening the blanket of shadows surrounding the foliage.

Percy gathered his wits about him. He wasn't in Gryffindor house for seven years without ever feeling brave. Sure there were werewolves, centaurs, and possibly a vampire or two in the forest, but he was Mr. Crouch's assistant, had been a Gryffindor, and had the power of the ministry to his call; he would enter and he would be okay.

Fighting the strong urge to turn around and run back into the inviting warmth and light from Hogwarts Percy slowly entered the sinister forest, with its many secrets and dangers.

A/N: And that's where I'm ending this prelude-thing. Email or message me if you want to read more, or if you want to continue this yourselves. Remember this is a Percy x Aragog fic… so you gotta have a pretty great imagination to be able to write this, and a pretty strong stomach to be able to read it…Anyway, review and lemme know what you think. Continuation worthy?