Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
I got my learners permit today, so I'm very happy. Happy enough to commit murder! Did you ever think spiders might hate Ron as much as he hates them?
Thanks to 0rangeorchid for beta-ing this chapter.
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January 10th
A trail of spiders moved up the walls of Hogwarts: they could be seen only in the dim light of the waning moon. They silently slipped into the castle in a fashion reminiscent of that scene in Chamber of Secrets played in reverse.
So the spiders crept into a room that (oh so conveniently) happened to be the Gryffindor boys dormitory. They began to form a single circle around the bed of Ron Weasley. A single circle became two circles, and so on: strength in numbers.
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Ron was peacefully asleep in his bed, when his spider senses started tingling. He sat bolt upright in a split second, pausing midway through the action of jumping out of bed. Ron emitted a small yelp, and, wincing, climbed back into his bed.
Ron tucked himself under the covers, creating a cocoon of fleece and cotton. He willed sleep not to come, for he knew as soon as he feel asleep, he became vulnerable to the arachnid army.
As Ron attempted to stare down his foe, they employed a bizarre tactic. The front row slowly rocked backwards and forwards, from the front four legs to the back. Ron became mesmerized the rhythmic swaying and he felt his eyelids drop.
The spiders didn't waste one moment. The first line advanced with lightning speed to the edge of the bed and formed a ladder like column for the other spiders. The second row advanced, climbing up the newly made bridge between the ground and the enemy.
As the spiders reached the plateau, they started to implement their plan. A few spiders crawled down the narrow tunnel that was Ron's throat, while the others took on the laborious job of creating an escape rout for the explorers.
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Ron felt a scratch in his throat. He tried to cough it out, but when that didn't work it occurred to him that there was something actually in his throat. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. The pain of suffocation was rivaled only by the pain of the hole being dug in his stomach.
As the world blacked out around him, Ron felt his stomach burst open. If he had lived for a few more minutes, he would have seen three spiders emerge from the hole, their duty finished.
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The spiders returned again to their home in the Forbidden Forest. They reported their success to their master.
Aragog was pleased.
"Goodbye, friend of Hagrid."
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So many reviewers said I should use spiders, so here they are. Ron is dead yet again. Sorry this chapter took so long, between midterms, track and being sick, its taken me a while.
Once track is over, I'll be able to postchapters much more often. I think we have about four more meets and then I'll have a few more after school hours (until spring track starts).
Please review.
