Hidden Tales From The Chamber Of Secrets - 21 - Ancient Grudges
by Polydicta
The now obligatory selection of plot-bunnies, orphaned scenes, omakes and idiocy that sometimes bring my mind to a grinding halt. Ongoing warnings for smut, language, character death, bashing, torture, mutilation and reader brain-damage. Brain bleach recommended.
Disclaimer:
All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.
There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.
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Hidden Tales From The Chamber Of Secrets - 21 - Ancient Grudges
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Beyond the Triwizard Cup, Harry could see Cedric Diggory being pursued by the biggest acromantula imaginable.
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Knowing that the only spell of any use whatsoever was the spider-banishing curse, Harry fired off that exact spell.
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"Arania exemai!"
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Unfortunately, Harry's aim was off and the curse clipped the Triwizard trophy causing it to go flying into the air, ending its unexpected journey immediately in front of the giant spider just as its mandibles closed on it.
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As soon as the cup and the spider made contact they disappeared in a swirl of light.
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"A portkey … " Harry whispered as the hedges of the maze whithered and disappeared.
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Harry helped Cedric limp toward the stands, and then the two of them were forced to recount the reason for the disappearance of the trophy.
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Aragog, for it was none other, was startled, surprised and just a little perplexed to have been sent riding an unscheduled portkey to a desination unknown.
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He was too old to want to travel any more, and he didn't like the spinning. He was starting to get just a little bit upset by the time the portkey deposited him in a dark and unfamiliar graveyard.
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"Kill it, Wormtail!"
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Aragog turned slowly to see a cowering, snivelling rodent of a wizard and some kind of baby-thing. The cowering, snivelling creature was frozen with fear. Pathetic!
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Ah, the baby-thing. He knew that voice, he knew the sounds and smell of that one. It was the wizard that had done wrong by Friend Hagrid.
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Aragog was loyal to his friends and family, and he had a long, long memory. he scuttled forward, shrugging off the twisting yellow and burning green magics that the baby-thing threw at him. Aragog knew that his armoured hide was resistant to all wizard magic, and it was so strong that even the killing curse couldn't penetrate fully.
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A venomous bite and the not-friend, the enemy of Hagrid was ended. The other wizard, the rat-face one had fainted. Aragog didn't like the smell of that one, it was too unclean to eat, the same with the enemy.
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Aragog vaguely wondered, having been around wizards, if the cup would take him home.
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The Daily Prophet announced the following day that the Triwizard Cup had been won by a giant spider, and only Hagrid, Harry and a select few knew what had happened in those few minutes between the end of the tournament and Aragog's reappearance.
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"Hagrid, I have to ask … when did Aragog hatch?"
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"Well, Professor Dumbledore, like most spiders, Acromantulas hatch during high summer. I suppose I picked him up sometime in August, so I'd guess late July. Why d'yer ask, Professor Dumbledore, Sir?"
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The pensive headmaster just smiled, saying, "oh, noreason Hagrid, just curiosity …"
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Lord Voldemort never returned, seemingly spider venom was a power that Tom Riddle only knew about at the end.