11 years had passed since the spiders had received their little two legger. Many changes had occurred over that great span of time. Many of the acromantulas have out grown the small cupboard and had been forced to leave their beloved little one and move back to the dark forest of the continent. In to the dens of Aragog and his queen. For those still within the cupboard they watched their little one grow and quickly. They watched as he came back beaten, tired and starving. Still after everything the little two legger had been through he was still kind to the spider kin. Finally the day came when the little one was moved up the stairs into the cluttered room that once belonged to the ever growing terrorizing blob.
Of course the spider kin determined to keep an eye on him moved with him. The boy seemed pleased that his eight legged friends and made the journey with him. He continued to talk to them telling them of his troubles and the letter that had come that sun rise. As the letter's continued the child became more and more excited, while the spiders became fearful. Those letters were tainted with magic. The spider kin began to worry the letters or their sender may wish their little two legger harm. As such one little spider was with him at all times. I wasn't hard. Those rags he wore made it easy for one or even two of the smaller creatures to hide in amongst the folds. Traveling with the boy and reporting back once he returned to his den. They would click excitedly well into the night about what had transpired. About how the fat boy and his clan would beat him. About how the long necked one would force work and labor on their little one. About how the bull male would scream and threaten the child under their care. The spiders would click angrily and come up with plans for revenge against the horrible humans that they could enact once they grew larger.
They would than get into heated debates about which would ride with their young friend next. The larger spiders would yell and scream, clicking furiously that they were not allowed to go on watch. The smaller would break into fights to prove who was the most capable of protecting the little two legger. No spider was allowed to watch twice in one moon change as they were many, and there were always new volunteers. Than one day the bull male took his clan away and their little one with them. They worried and searched around the large den but found nothing. They mourned for their little one and his watchers. Than when they had lost all hope of his return he opened the door. He stunk of magic and toxins. They as one rushed forward from the shadows climbing over his limbs in a way they hadn't since he was young, well much younger. He froze but allowed them to quest for injuries and click furiously at him. Berating him for worrying his clan. They found the watcher curled up in the lining of his jumper and all but dragged the traumatized youngling to the floor. He was questioned again and again by all late into the night and well into the next morning.
He told tales of giants and magical place far away. Shops that smelt of dead things and plants. Others stacked high with books and smelt of dust and ink. Another filled with animals of all kinds even their own brethren. Wonders upon wonders filled it's tales and they took in the new addition to their clan. The snow white owl that watched the group of spiders warily. Their two legger sat on the bed and explained to the owl that the spiders were friends, which of course made each of the little creatures swell with pride. He continued saying they were not food, gaining clicks of agreement of the floor.
While the spiders may have doubted the flying fiends intelligence or it's willingness to adhere to the boy's wishes to leave their kind alone the bird did just that. None of the clan met their end at the beak or talons of the large bird. In fact as she brought dead rats and other small animals back with her the long necked one left the room alone. No longer bringing in the loud machine of death. On top of which the dead animals fed many of the larger acromantulas. All in all the bird wasn't such a horrible thing and was aloud to stay
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Soon as the chill began to make it's way over the great island, and their little one left. While the spiders that were forced to remain at the Dursley's den pined for their two legger, the ones within the castle rejoiced. Though none of the spiders were aware of the danger that lurked within the castle walls waiting to be unleashed.
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