Last time on Arachnophobia – The Reason Behind it all:
'So, it all began on this fine summer's day, summer it was, and I….'
Ron's POV
Flashback
I stood near Mum, trying to get her attention.
'Mum, please tell Fred to let me play with his broomstick,' I begged, as she supervised the cutting of vegetables for today's dinner.
'Please, Mum,' I begged, making my puppy dog eyes at her. She whirled around to tell me off, but seeing my expression, changed her mind. Her eyes softened, and she gave me a warm smile.
'Of course, Ron dear, you can borrow his broomstick. Wait here, I'll get it for you.'
Mum walked out of the kitchen as I sat down, savoring the taste of freedom I would feel as I took off.
Mum returned a few minutes, followed by Fred, who was whining to Mum.
'But Mum, Ron's just six, he can't fly. You never allowed me to fly a broom when I was six, come on…'
'Fredrick Weasley!' Mum yelled losing her patience. 'You will give your broom to your brother, end of matter.'
Fred shot me a filthy look and gave me his broom which was lying near the back door. I ecstatically took it and ran outside.
I grabbed my teddy bear as I walked back in; I wanted him to fly too. As I ran out a second time, I felt something hit my feet, and I went toppling over to the ground. I scraped my hands and felt something pierce my sides; it was wood. Not just any wood either, Fred's broomstick's wood.
'What have you done?' Fred yelled as he advanced towards me. Mum was behind him, looking terrified about my well being. Suddenly, Fred stopped in his position as an evil smile lit up his features.
I felt something wriggle in my hands, and when I looked in my hands, I couldn't help but let out a scream. I saw in my hands a large spider wriggling to get free.
I let out another scream as the creature toppled me in order to get free.
Mum let out a scream and swept me into a comforting hug. I didn't see it, but I knew she was giving a death glare to Fred.
Flashback
'… And with that I am probably scarred for life,' I ended, sighing loudly.
Both Harry and Ginny had wide eyes. I guess Harry now knew why I freak out so much.
Hermione, however, pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Just as she let me go, Fred emerged from behind a pillar and pulled me into a hug.
'I'm sorry for what I did back then,' he said gruffly. 'I didn't know you were so freaked out. I'm sorry.'
It turned out to be the best story time ever.
Sorry for the lame ending, but please review, I don't normally say that, but now I am. As for the disclaimer, well, I don't own Harry Potter.
Bye for now,
Stella