A/N- This chapter and the next chapter will consist of "deleted scenes" (stuff I decided to take out of the original story.) You know, like what you get on DVDs. =)

--Deleted Scene 1: Harry & the Spider--

After spending some time alternately resting and climbing, Harry sat on the window-ledge in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He didn't know exactly why he's just spent the best part of fifteen minutes doing all that climbing, but it did give him something to do while he waited for Ron and Hermione to come and rescue him, and besides, now he could look out of the window. Being on the second floor, Harry thought that Myrtle mustn't have a half-bad view from her toilet. He turned to look – and found himself face to face with an enormous spider. Of course, the spider wasn't really that big, it just looked that way from Harry's new viewpoint. 

Ron had a point, really, thought Harry. Spiders were particularly disgusting creatures. The specimen in front of him, for example. Its eight eyes glistened wetly, as did its venom-dripping fangs. Its hideously jointed legs clicked revoltingly as it advanced on him, clicking its fangs together in obvious anticipation.

Ohh…shiiiittttt…thought Harry. Now what do I do?!

The spider lunged at him, having obviously mistaken him for an insect. Harry turned around and ran as fast as he could, but unfortunately he wasn't quite fast enough. The spider's front legs grasped him around the middle, lifting him off his feet, the sticky hairs poking through his clothes and rubbing horribly against his skin. Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and aimed it at the spider.

"Relashio!" he shouted. The spider reared back as the sparks struck it, clicking its pincers angrily, but the sparks had no visible effect that Harry thought would benefit him. Then it came to him:

"Incendio!" he screamed. The spider shrieked in pain, its body in flames. It dropped Harry and lurched backwards, losing its balance and tumbling off the edge of the window sill. It struck the floor and twitched a few times, still flaming, then lay still.

"That was really close!" Harry said to himself, shivering at the memory of the spider's hairs touching his skin. "Come on, Hermione! Who knows what's going to try to eat me next!"