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All the Queens Men
Chapter 9
The chest-burster slipped unceremoniously to the ground, landing with a wet splat at Severus' feet. Harry couldn't see what was happening, but the aggressive hissing –incubatorholditdownmakeitsleep- had him struggling to escape the tight embrace. Whoever it was, he did not want them to die! That phony deserved it in his opinion, but Harry didn't even know who was there! "No! Leave him alone!" He shouted, the Drone holding him grumbling at the loud noise.
The boy slumped in defeat as the mans' voice rang out in terrified shouts before he was muffled, then silent. He listened as the quiet scrape of claws as the drones gently attached the incubator to the wall and tore down the dead one. The silver drone hissed sympathetically and carefully wrapped its tail around the boy, bundling the limp body onto its back. It could feel the –precioussurvivormothertothemother- boy grab on to its dorsal vents wearily and weakly. It started forward carefully, crawling towards the exit and into the broken pipe. It could feel the boy's disappointment and sadness in the hive mind, echoing and lingering. The Queens slumbering mind brushed absently against its mind, trying to soothe whichever of her brood was so upset.
(Fuus)
Ron was very much bored. All the attention from the students and teachers got old very quickly, how did his friend deal with this? Speaking of him, maybe he could escape the notice of the Professors and go visit his friend. His next class was potions and it's not like Snape would care overly much f he wasn't there? A hard and pointy elbow was driven into his stomach, knocking him out of his daydreams. "Mr. Weasley. Are you feeling alright? I've been calling your name for the past five minutes."
The red head cast an annoyed glance at Hermione for the elbow. If looks could kill. "Actually Professor, I'm not feeling so good. My stomach hurts." He clutched where Hermione elbowed him and put on the most pathetic look he could muster.
The professors eyes softened in sympathy, "Ah, I see. Well, go on and see if Madame Pomfrey can help you. She is a few doors down from the infirmary at the moment." Ron nodded pathetically and shuffled carefully out of the classroom. He continued his careful shuffle through the halls, passing many watchful paintings. Their mutterings sounded worried and he sped up more as paranoia crept in. He was actually amazed Professor Flitwick let him go by himself; usually the younger years were escorted.
Ron soon dropped the act and just walked quickly down the halls, climbing the stairs to the infirmary. He was soon approaching the large double doors and he paused thoughtfully. 'Why is the nurse not in the Hospital wing?' HE looked around himself carefully and stared at the shut doors. His curiosity was killing him! Maybe just one peak wouldn't hurt? There is a perfectly normal reason why Madame Pomfrey isn't in there! He tugged on the door handle experimentally. Of course it was locked. But magically or physically? He drew his wand and with a quick flick, "Alohamora!" He heard the lock disengage with a click. "Ha! And 'Mione says I don't pay attention!" The curious twelve year old crept into the Wing, carefully shutting the door behind him, so engrossed by the large hole in the floor that he didn't hear the quiet snikt of the lock clicking into place again.
(Ro)
The Queen dozed; her bearer had left on the back of one of her gentle silver drone and was hopefully enjoying himself. The new incubator on the wall was still struggling fitfully even in its unconscious state. Her eight-legged drones had brought another giant incubator that they had hatched from; it's struggling to escape causing the many eggs to stir excitedly. The chest burster was swimming in the pool of water, occasionally darting out to tear into its carrier. A few more bites and the little thing might be ready to molt.
A sudden sound echoed down the pipe and faintly into the cave. She shifted and brushed an inquiry through the hive mind, and a responding brush and low hiss responded. A spider warrior dropped from the ceiling from where it had been overseeing the binding of the giant spider. Its fanged mouth clicked as it sped quietly around the cave and up into the pipe.
(Dah)
Ron was crouched at the edge of the hole; a large chunk of tile had chipped off when he had approached. The loud clunking and crashing it had made had him wincing. But look at this! The edges weren't even that jagged. It looked almost like the stone and tile had melted. A quiet hiss had him jerking back in shock. Nothing happened. He peered over the edge, trying to see into the darkness. He screamed in fear as a monster more terrifying than the acromantula leaped and pulled him down into the darkness.