A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #7 Creative Technology Task #2: The first major corporation to have a corporate officer bearing the title creative technology was The Walt Disney Company -Prompt: Write a Disney!AU based on any Disney that doesn't include a princess. (I used Lilo and Stitch!)

Writing Club October

All Sorts of Space: 6- "The universe is a pretty big place. If it's just us, seems like an awful waste of space." ― Carl Sagan

Sophie's Shelf: 30. Roosters Baby-Faced Assassin: (era) Riddle

Insane Prompt Challenge: 968: Creature - Acromantula

word count: 647

Hagrid sat at the edge of the lake. He'd only been trying to help Danilla with her homework, how had things turned out so badly? Now he was out here and she was crying to Professor Dumbledore. He wondered if he'd have to serve detention with Filch again. He disliked the man greatly and was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. He didn't understand why Filch didn't like him, maybe it had something to do with the fact his mum had been a giantess?

He looked up at the sky, it was starting to get dark. Hagrid knew he would have to head back to the castle soon, but the night air felt really good and he liked looking at the stars. He knew even though they appeared tiny, they were huge. A streak of light flew across the sky.

"A shooting star," he whispered. He remembered his classmates saying that if you wished on a shooting star, your wish would come true.

"I wish fer a friend, a real friend who won't hate me 'cause of me Mum," he whispered tears forming in his large eyes. The star disappeared and Hagrid climbed to his feet and headed back to the castle.

Hagrid had nearly forgotten about his wish as the holidays arrived. Hagrid was going home this Christmas. He still didn't have any real friends, not ones that really understood him. He'd started hanging out more and more with Professor Kettleburn and learning about the strange creatures of the world. He was particularly interested in snorkacks and dragons. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to fly on a dragon. They were so large, one could most likely carry his weight.

Hagrid couldn't believe his luck. The egg had just been sitting there, a little grey oval against the brown stones. He tucked it carefully into his pocket, making very sure not to smash it. He had no idea what would hatch from the egg. He couldn't wait to show it to Professor Kettleburn! Once he got back to the cottage, his head brushing against the door frame as he entered, he found a small box and made a nest for the egg. He watched it hoping it would hatch soon. He tried to remember if he needed to keep it warm. Bird eggs had to be kept warm, but what about reptiles and insects? Hagrid decided the box was warm enough with the blanket.

The next morning, Hagrid woke, ready to head back to school.

"Bet they still all hate me," he whispered as he walked over to the box. "At least I got you," he stated looking at the egg. He tucked the box under his arm and made his way back to the station. He slid into an empty seat and watched the egg for the duration of the trip back.

It had been nearly a month since Hagrid had returned to school with his mysterious egg. It hadn't hatched, moved, or done anything. Professor Kettleburn had said it was most likely a dud; not viable. Hagrid didn't want to give up, not yet. He continued to watch it, check on it. The egg made things a little better, even when he heard about strange things happening. There where children being petrified by something. He had an idea, but it was too strange to voice.

Finally one night, the casing on the egg split. Hagrid woke to the egg broken in half and large spider sitting in the box.

"An acromantula," he whispered. He'd heard of the spiders before. They could become giant. He smiled. A giant spider for a giant boy. His wish, the one he'd nearly forgotten, had finally come true. He had a friend, someone who wouldn't care about his Mum or the fact he was different from everyone else. This might be a good year after all!