AN: Written for Aldira's Heroes' Hunt Competition with the prompt of 'black widow'. I do not own Harry Potter! Enjoy.
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Draco hated Deatheater meetings. They were boring, and he didn't find the participants to be too bright either. Most meetings, they just sat around arguing with each other, waging bets and laughing too loudly. Any time he could make an excuse to leave, he did.
More often than not, Draco found himself walking his Manor's grounds, particularly spending time in the expansive gardens. At full bloom, there were at least a hundred different species of flora, in various colors, from the most dazzling white to the deepest brown. Draco thought that the gardens were the most peaceful place in all of the Manor.
One day, when a rain storm threatened overhead, Draco came across a creature, in the gardens, that he had never seen before in all of his sixteen years. It was sitting on an intricate web of silk, built between a dark shadow of bushes, a black circle perched on top of its web. But there was something odd about it: a bright red hourglass sat right in the middle of its back. He had thought he had seen it before, but couldn't place what it was. Draco couldn't resist.
One touch and he could feel the spider's fangs pinch down into his index finger. One touch and he could feel the venom coursing through his blood. He gasped, eyes wide, drawing his finger away. His finger was now throbbing as rain began to fall in sheets from above.
He cursed, and suddenly it all came back to him. It was a black widow, a deadly spider that he had read about in one of the encyclopedias in his family's massive library. He panicked, taking out his wand and sending the Killing Curse the spider's way. And at that moment, after which Draco rushed inside sopping wet, Draco realized that he would never have the same amount of power, of deadliness, that the black widow did.
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