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Outside the Manor, News and a itsy-bitsy-spider falls in love.
Beaten up Fenrir, had just arrived with a prisoner, Ron Weasley, as well as a guest resting inside the pocket of Ron's shirt; where she had fallen after the scream. The heat of the human had lulled the female-baby-spider to sleep; as far as spiders could feel, she had developed a special bond of affection for Ron.
Arga, related to Aragog, the Acramantula, would not grow to be a giant. She wasn't a run of the mill spider; she was a baby, from a family of smart magical spiders, the Tarancaktulas; which Wizards had used for centuries to cause mischief. Not only they were highly poisonous, just like Acramantulas, but they could get into difficult to access places; turn into deadly weapons; could talk and become more fluent when around humans; and would even steal for you.
They were quirky, fickle and most of all fashionistas at heart; yes, Arga's kind loved human fashion. Her mother had a large collection of pages with fashion pictures, that she had 'borrowed' from Hogwarts. Arga liked colors, and she had woven colorful strands to make covers for her legs, called leggings, that she wore this day, as well as the shoes made out husks. She also liked make up, but couldn't figure out how to make it work; albeit she used berries to color her lips, as well as few other make-up inventions.
You couldn't buy her sort, they simply found you, and either liked you and stayed with you, or, some said there were old charms to attract them. She would grow to be around half a foot wide, a foot in girth. No, she wasn't the kind to be a friend for the likes of Ron Weasley; and, most unfortunately for Ron, not a friend who would take no for an answer. She was, shall we say, assertive.
Someone was coming towards them. It was Jerry, the older snatcher.
"Jay beat up Miss Granger badly, yes sir, he did. And he talked about raping her." Were the first words out Jerry's mouth. At hearing them, Fenrir growled with frustration and hoped the Dark Lord wouldn't blame him for it. It would be best to hide it from him, if possible.
However, the next words put him in an uncontrollable rage."Sir, your nephew is at Mungo's fighting for his life." Jerry lowered his voice, "Roy was caught, and he is with the Muggle authorities in Australia. That's why the Dark Lord ain't here. He's at the Ministry. Some British Muggles wer' injured dur'ng a kidn'apping. Guess your nephew was involved, and the Dark Lord said he'll be executed along with Roy when they're returned. "
"Fucking bitch," Fenrir groaned, not saying who the bitch was. He knew it must have been Bellatrix, she was demented. "My sister will kill me if something happens to Zecke," he mumbled.
"Who was injured in Australia?" Ron asked, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. He knew how much Hermione loved her parents. This was a nightmare, and it was his fault for being so stupid about spiders.
"Yes, who, "asked Fenrir, already knowing the answer; he had seen the intelligence-report the previous day.
"Dunno, some healer family, might be related to the Mudblood, they've the same name than the witch, Granger." Jerry shrugged his shoulders.
Fenrir was afraid Zecke had forfeited his life, and as far as his went, who could tell? It wasn't looking well, it was time to change sides. He wanted to talk to Lucius, they needed to help the young people escape and change sides, right away. He didn't want to end up bitten by that fucking snake; or have the same happen to Zecke.
He went to find Lucius, no time to waste, nobody else would be fed to Nagini, no fucking way. He wanted to kill Bella. How he wished to see her dead eyes, and her throat ripped to pieces. The visual comforted him.
At the Watchers' Realm-
Some realms away, a hop and skip from ours, their inhabitants had noticed the cosmic storm abating, a little sooner than previously forecasted.
The guardian group had waited for a chance to at least look. Well knowing that it might be hours, or even days, before they could teleport. Of course, they weren't the only ones; this was the hub of the Realm's activity. The Gold Bonded couple's watchers, allowed in the one of the rooms with a view, gasped at what they saw."This won't do,' one said, and two representatives went up in front of the High Council. Many of whom wore diaphanous robes and had feathered wings.
"Great Eminences, Lords of the Lords, when will be allowed to go back to the human realm? As you must already know, a great many of us were beneficiaries of the recent Gold Bonded couple, just a few months ago; and, now, they are in great, mortal danger..." They were all on their knees, sitting on their calves, supplicant. Their heads bowed in humility. They were at the Council's mercy.
"Could you make an allowance and let a few more of us go and help? We understand that it breaks all kind of treaties, for so many of us being there at once in a solid form; but you can see what is going on. If you would permit maybe 10 or 12 of us, with selected skills, go, and this time we will make sure not to cause any undue attention. None of us should want the rule of the Dark Lord, think about it. It might mean the destruction of a realm enjoyed by all. There might be extra energy for a while; but, then, it will be all gone." The older watcher spoke.
There wasn't an answer forthcoming, some deliberation was underway. They anxiously waited, and waited...
At the Malfoy Manor sometime later, a big roar of anger was heard by many at the Manor; the Dark Lord had arrived, and McNair was reporting to him.
Where an old wonder is recognized
Bill wanted to get to his witch. Damn it, he should have forced her to stay home. Lobo was right; she had no business out there for months, with the fools, correction, the fool, Ron. Whose brains were made out of mush, or something like it.
What if something had happened to her while he went back to get help? He should have fought his way, but then, they would all have been caught. Those were his thoughts on the way to the Manor.
Meanwhile, Harry was upset to no end; they had put him in the dungeon where they were holding Ollivander, Luna, and Dean Thomas. Luna hugged him when he came in, but was upset realizing how terrible the outcome could be.
Upon seeing him, all the hope left the prisoners. As far, as they could tell, they were all dead if Harry was there with them.
This was his fault; he shouldn't have let Ron go for berries. Ron had caused nothing but mishaps lately.
And Hermione, she just had a miscarriage, and now a prisoner. He hoped that Bill had gotten away and would bring help.
He heard voices, it was Ron mouthing someone."Don't touch me, I can walk."
"Shut up pup and talk softly; you have caused enough trouble. If something happen to the witch, I will personally tear you up limb by limb. Did you know she is the gods' favorite with your brother the wolf, the one that I made? Yes, he is also a favorite, and you gave them away. Because of you, she was seriously beaten up."
That was Fenrir, and he sounded mad at Ron. Just imagine how surprising that was, ha!
Fenrir pushed Ron in the cell. "Behave, I will be back when the Dark Lord calls you."
As soon as Ron was in the ground, a furry head and two legs peeked out Ron's pocket. Harry saw it, and he bit his lip not to laugh, a most suitable punishment for the prat.
Harry, however, observed the spider; he had seen something strange; yes, it had blue eyes...eyes that blinked. Wait, did spider have eyes with eyelashes and sparkly eyelids? Nah, surely not.
It, the spider, was really scoping out the entire room. Because of Ron's position, other cell occupants, namely Olivander and Luna, had seen the same thing than Harry. Luna's eyes opened like saucers, she knew of Ron's spider-phobia, but she recognized the kind. It was Olivander, who spoke first, he appeared happy.
"A Tarancaktula, I haven't seen one since I was a lad. You are so lucky, maybe she will get us out. They are relatives of the Acramantulas but friendly, quite magical, and master thieves at that. They are very handsome spiders, some have colored eyes; haven't you noticed her eyes are blue?" Olivander happily observed. His eyes no longer dull, were now filled with wonderment.
Harry patiently waited for Ron to react, as did Luna, both waiting with bated breath; and to everyone's surprise a squeaky voice said," Arga, I Arga, Aragon's kin."
Ron looked everywhere for the voice, and Harry took a quick step toward him to offer his hand to the now in-danger critter. Arga, who had a weakness for humans, jumped onto the friendly hand. Hmm, she also liked this human, but the one she first found, maybe more. The spotted one had strong emotions about spiders; she looked much larger inside his head; and, best of all, he had screamed, very loud. She must have made him very happy to warrant such greeting.
"The voice comes from here," Harry brought the spider to eye level, and his eyes bugged out. Arga liked the bug-eye effect, "Pretty," she said.
At close range, she had blue eyes without apparent pupils, and longer fur like vellum around the eyes. That eye-lash like hair was stiff and curled, hmm, was it make-up?
Luna who stood next to Harry, said, "Yes, you are very pretty. Ron is lucky to have found you; at least, she will only grow up to one foot. And look, she has woven spider's clothes." Luna pointed at the colored leg covers.
This was too much for Ron, his knees buckled first, and then he fell down on his knees and fainted.
"Poor lad, they must have treated him very bad." Olivander's voice was sad; after all, he also had been tortured time after time.
"Poor lad," repeated Arga. She had heard human speech and knew basics, but now she would learn more.
Harry, for the first time in days, laughed a joyous laugher. It was a spider, yet...not a spider. It reminded him of a Muggle cartoon with her reddish lips, eyes, sparkly eyelids, and curled eyelashes...
Arga who didn't like to be out in the open, jumped from Harry's hand to go back inside her temporary home, Ron's pocket.
"Arga, no, come here, until he is used to you." The human wanted Arga with him, maybe because her human had gone to sleep…so suddenly, hmm.
Harry showed her the pocket inside his shirt under the jumper. In one jump she was back on Harry and out the way.
"Mr. Potter, if they come to get you, I am sorry for saying it, they might hurt you, and the little one could be injured. The Death Eaters are nasty; tell her to stay behind if they come to take you away. Just say it; she will understand, is in their magic. There used to be more of them. Something happen during the Muggle War, they said a fire, and some had said they were all gone. I'm glad they aren't. I also dreamt of having one, many children did."
"My father knew they were still around somewhere, I wish he will see her one day. Ron is so lucky!" Luna exclaimed. Olivander liked to see the young witch, spirited once more.
"Arga, if the bad wizards come to get me, stay with Mr. Ollivander, if they take Ron and me, you will stay with my friends. I am Harry and your friend is Ron; and the others here are: Mr. Olivander, Luna, and Dean."
"Ron friend," Arga repeated, and Luna sighed, she was in love.
"Did you understand, don't go, stay here, we like you Arga." Harry asked her. He wanted her, later. But Ron should suffer, for a bit longer.
"No stay, go." Was her answer, difficult to tell if she was staying or going?
Harry laughed again, it, the tiny voice coming from his pocket, was funny, "Arga like Ron."
Harry smiled wickedly. "It couldn't happen to a better wizard." And laughed.
Luna and Dean joined the raucous laughter, Luna whispered to Olivander, and he chuckled as well.
"Arga we are in big trouble, we need help, but I don't know how to explain it, so you might understand our predicament." Harry sounding frustrated, ran his hands thru his hair,
"Think, tell her with your thoughts, try," Luna told him, "they are attuned with their chosen ones and their friends."
He thought about Bill, the order, and to help find them find Hermione; and unknowingly he let her know, that they were scared, and there were too many Death Eaters here, all over the place.
He expected an answer. Nothing, he looked in his pocket, and she was gone.
No help yet.
The watchers: The storm had lasted nearly three days and was lasting a least a little longer, they were waiting, they had permission to go, and the storm tail end was back, there wouldn't be a chance for at least another hour. The council did want to approve extra guardians, two per each of them; at the end, they allow them two more per each; no wonder, each one had abused of their powers. They chose amongst the most powerful ones, and they waited by one of the portals.
Hermione realizes Bella shares a phobia with Ron
Arga, the Tarancaktula, sensed the witch and found her not far away. Arga just appeared into a room where the younger human stood behind a bigger human. She seemed to be injured...Well, Arga could bite her and heal the internal injuries, but first the human had to tell her, that it was okay to do so.
What was going on? She sensed something very bad in the room; and Arga was scared for one second, there was darkness in here, like when her Acramantula cousins were being bad.
"So the little Mudblood is not in the dungeons. She is in a guest room, fancy that. Cissy, leave the room. We will talk later; I need to talk to the prisoner, alone." Bella came closer, the wand ready, her fingers tightly wrapped around it.
"Bella, leave the room. I was told you were not to be around her. I am sorry but you need to go. I won't disobey the Dark Lord."
Narcissa was under orders, just, as everyone else was. Not specifically about Bella, but anyone who might hurt the witch and her friends, and that would certainly apply to Bella. Bella wasn't right, she had never been. She was twisted and dangerous.
"Cissy, don't make me hurt you, just leave, and I promise I won't cause major damage." Meaning that she would hurt her otherwise. "Besides, I am the right hand of our Lord, he didn't mean it; and he'll punish you and that weakling of my nephew, the little poof. "
"He will punish us if I let you stay," so she maintained her ground. Lucius had told her to watch the girl personally and to keep Bella out.
"Bellatrix, get out, Mrs. Malfoy told you to leave the room. What are you going to do? Kill me as you did my father?" Bella's eyes opened in surprise. Not possible, how could she know? Bellatrix panicked, if the witch blabbed to Voldemort, she was as good as dead, or at least would be seriously injured.
Narcissa was afraid for her sister. Everyone knew she had left with Fenrir's nephew and another of the snatchers, Mulciber's nephew. What had Bella done? She might not like what her sister did, but she most certainly loved her. If she had gone against the Dark Lord, oh, gods, her life wasn't worth much. Maybe she should leave the room, and let Bella put the young witch out for a while.
Bella wanted to kill the girl and blame it on Narcissa, and she needed to do it fast.
Arga felt the wicked intentions of the poisonous human. Hence, she crawled under the human's clothes, right over her skin, and found a good place to hold on. She needed to bite her, just to make her sick, and then she would talk with the young witch. The witch with the dreamy locks.
Bella had just felt something crawling up her leg, and she shook her robe. Narcissa and Hermione were looking at her, both wondering.
"Cissy, help me, I think… a bug.. very large..my leg. Many legs, I think… a spider. HEEELLPP! She screamed.
Bellatrux Lestrange, evil extraordinaire, was afraid of bugs, how quaint, thought Hermione.
"I won't help, I am also afraid of bugs. You take care of it, smash it, use your wand." Narcissa proposed.
Hermione was about to start giggling. Fierce Bellatrix afraid of a small bug...
"Cissy, Cissy, AGGGGHHH," She lifted her robe, "It bit me, I am poisoned. Heal me Cissy, where is it?"
Hermione saw a giant spider run and.. vanished in front of her eyes.
Bella was screaming as she ran from the room, in search of thhh healer.
"Stay here, let me go and check on Bella. I'll be back, I am locking the door."
As soon as Narcissa left, a little voice said, "Ron friend," Hermione looked all around, and the spider was on her shoulder, she had jumped on her.
"Go, Bill, order." The thing talked and that wasn't possible. Argog did? This one had shinny blue yes. She must be crazy? But if she had imagined, then why had Bella cried about a spider?
"Miss Granger," a Death Eater she didn't know was at the door. "Our Lord wants you to come to the drawing room. Please come with me."
Please and Miss Granger, all in the same sentence? Were the Death Eaters crazy? Maybe the golden bond thing was true, but if it were, then how come she had been badly beaten; and why was her father probably dead; and Bill, where was he?
Had he abandoned her? If there had been a guardian spirit, where was it? She needed to play along with Voldemort and don't promise anything. She worried, she wasn't well; the latest sign of her sickness was the talking spider. She wanted to be home with her parents. She didn't want to be a witch anymore.
A/n hope you are all liking the story which is drawing to an end, soon enough..
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