A.N. — Here's a death anniversary, rather than a birthday celebration. But for the drabble, I am focusing on when this character was still young. It's also 420 Day, which is as good an explanation as any for why Hagrid kept this particular pet in a castle full of children.
110. Aragog
Aragog was not heartbroken to see his "owner" have to let him go. It meant he was released into the forest, and could finally feed to fullness.
Hagrid had made sure Aragog was fed, but it was nothing compared to the hunt, the rush of lifeblood into waiting maw, the throes of a dying creature beneath his body. Trapped in an dungeon amidst endless stone corridors and told to stay out of sight, Aragog now relished the moonlight between branches, the moss underfoot. He might miss the half-giant, but out here he could truly make a life of his own.