It sat on the desk. What was it? Where had it come from? Who's was it? It looked most strange. The image seemed very familiar, yet the memory wasn't there. The object lay as still as a stone, but the eyes, the many eyes seemed to follow you around the room. It was a strange mash of two objects. One being a spider and the other a wand. What did it mean? Was it a symbol? Was it a threat?

Harry awoke from his sleep abruptly. He was having some strange dreams lately not knowing what they were supposed to mean or even be. He was released from the hospital wing last night and had retired straight to bed, before the rest of his dormitory came back from dinner.

As he lay there, he could hear the quiet breaths emitting from his peers, as they slept in peace. Since he woke up two days ago he had had a plethora of visitors coming to visit him. However, one person he had not seen was Peter. No one had seen him at all. Harry wondered what had happened to him and where he had gone.

Heaving his body out of bed, he crept out of the dormitory and down into the common room. Walking up to the portrait covering Peter's room, he saw that the occupier wasn't present. Luckily Harry knew of an emergency release, that allowed him access to the room. Simple really when you thought about it. He reached out his hand and knocked on the frame of the painting.

The painting opened to reveal a dishevelled looking Peter.

"Hey Harry, how are you doing?"

"Better than you look. What's happened?"

"Sorry come in, we'll talk about in here."

Harry agreed and entered into the room. It was caked in mess. Furniture had been smashed, clothes lay every everywhere and the bed sheets were thrown in a mess over the bed.

"Sorry for the mess, when I heard what had happened to you, I couldn't not feel responsible for it. I agreed to it without consultation from your Principle."

"It's not your fault, something unexpected went wrong, I don't even think Dumbledore would have foreseen what happened. Don't beat yourself up over it. I'll help you put the room back together."

Taking out his wand, Harry gave it a quick flick and the contents of the room started to rearrange itself into a neat and tidy space. The bed remade itself, clothes returned to the draws, rubbish back in the bin and all broken furniture repaired and back in their right place.

Peter gazed in amazement at the sight that he beheld. Once the room had finished rearranging it's self, he collapsed down into an armchair standing next to his bed. This was a chance for Harry to get to look at him and see how the stress and worry had taken hold of him. Stubble was growing on his face from where he hadn't shaved for the past three days, the clothes he wore we're the same ones from the day of the duel, however he had made a slight addition. On his left hand, he had put on one of his gloves from the spider costume.

"We need to get you freshened up. I'm fine, yeah I still feel a bit odd, but apart from that I feel great and I don't want you to blame your self for what happened. Really it is mine, Ron and Hermione's fault for letting you do it."

"I just feel so responsible though," Peter muttered.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He went over to Peter and smacked him round the face. Now what happened next took both of them by surprise.