DZ2's Dimensions of Destiny
4th Dimension: Does Whatever A Drider Can
When Harry went into the Forbidden Forest for the second time in his life, he did so with the aims of helping a friend.
Little did he know that, by the time he left it again, he would be out for helping himself to a friend…
For lunch!
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"Well…thank you…we'll just be…going…now…"
"Going?"
As Ron nodded fearfully, while Harry tried to hold onto whatever Gryffindor courage he could muster, given the fact that both he and his arachnophobe friend were slowly being surrounded on all sides by clicking mandibles, hairy legs and venomous fangs, in front of him, Aragog, the unofficial King of the Forbidden Forest, and the King of Spiders – at least as far as those in the Forest were concerned – let out a low, rumbling laugh as he addressed the helpless humans before him.
"I think not! My sons and daughters do not harm HAGRID on my command, but I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst…goodbye, Friends of Hagrid!"
Ron let out a shrill scream and turned and fled, but, as he did so, he knocked Harry to the floor, sending the Boy-Who-Lived falling into a pile of spiders' webs at the base of a nearby tree. Caught in the sticky mass as he was, Harry didn't see the redhead flee with his tail between his legs, not even bothering to fire off a spell to repel the beasts, much less try to burn the webs away, if only to distract the arachnids or save his supposedly best friend.
'So I can stand up to Voldemort himself and try to survive, but that idiot conveniently forgets his own words about are you a wizard or not? Some friend,' scowled Harry, trying and failing to dig his way free of the webs.
The feel of a spider's fangs sinking into him not only stopped all efforts.
It also froze a look of permanent fury, if not disbelief, at the low-minded stupidity of the same idiot who could have so easily said no to following Harry into the Forbidden Forest in the first place.
But no!
All because he was the Boy-Who-Lived…
A second set of fangs cut off Harry's train of thought as he succumbed to the venom, and the hunger, of the monsters that swarmed him…
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Ahh!
How his children loved their Father for providing them such a bountiful feast.
The sky-gazers and the light-horns had kept the spiders at bay for a long time, which meant Aragog had been unable to offer them the flesh of such a tender, juicy meal as that, which they now feasted upon ravenously when it had wandered into their lair last year.
But now, as was evident by the crunches, the chatters of delight and the constant swarm of Acromantulas – not spiders; did these humans know nothing of the true Apex Predators in the world? – that continued to feed on the youth's flesh, such sheer dumb luck wasn't on the brat's side this time. As a bonus, Aragog's own pheromones had fuelled the other brat's fears, turning him into even more of a gormless, clumsy idiot than his scouts had reported from the school.
It was a pity he hadn't claimed the cat-girl's corpse, especially while she was a cat, much less the bright-haired one who smelled like a ferret, but…
'FATHER!'
Suddenly, Aragog's old body trembled as a chorus of fearful, terrified and frenzied screams filled the link he shared with his children; looking down as far as his old eyes would allow, Aragog's eyes widened – all of them – when he saw something he had not been expecting, nor would he have thought possible in a million moons and longer.
From within the horde that swarmed the bespectacled boy, a thick, black leg had suddenly sprang out of the mass, slowly followed by another, then a third…until, to Aragog's alarm, eight long, black, hairy legs rose up from the horde, all of whom were now backing away in fear and terror as they watched the legs hit the ground, slamming down on many smaller scout-Acromantulas and new hatchlings as they did so.
'What's happening?' asked Aragog, directing his words to his children, 'Which of you has become this? How has this happened?'
'It's not us, Father,' argued one of the horde's members, before more voices followed.
'It is the human.'
'He's no human.'
'His blood…'
'His flesh…'
'His heart…'
'His Magic!'
'What about it?' asked Aragog.
As if on cue, the eight legs shifted so that they all rose as one, the tops of them connected to what Aragog now saw to be a huge black-haired body, which had green flecks dusted across its form, the colouring eerily similar to that of the humans' so-called killing curse.
As well as the body, the movement of the legs revealed a dark-skinned, part-flesh, part-furred upper body that had slender, but strong-looking muscle attached to the furry underbody; the upper part of the body looked human, save for the fact that it had four large, thickset arms with clawed hands that reached up to the heavens as though calling down the wrath of Nature itself.
Finally, in the light of the moon that shone down on his lair, Aragog saw a head that was as dark in colour as the upper body, its colouring reminding him of dead earth, all grey and cold in appearance. On the head, there was what could only be described as a crown of horns above two human eyes that, when they opened, revealed a disjointed pupil looking down at the spiders and Acromantulas with emerald-green-coloured fire and death in his gaze.
The mouth of the creature-human had two tusk-like teeth protruding from his upper and lower jaws while, as the creature stood there, looming over the spiders, those nearest also heard deep, angry, fearsome breaths rising and falling within the chest, or perhaps the lower body of the beastman.
As the beastly boy stared down at the other arachnids, Aragog's eyes widened in terror as he felt it.
Power.
Dominance.
Predatory superiority that went even above him, not to mention the venom-breathing felines that many humans feared as much as they did him.
And a pheromone; one so potent, it caused the air to ripple and waver, like a mirage caught in an intense heatwave as it washed over the swarm gathered around him. When the pheromone wave hit Aragog, he let out a genuine shriek of terror before, to the awe of his children, the King of Spiders stepped forwards until, like them, he was at the feet of this giant spider-beast, who looked down at Aragog with curiosity and silent predatory intent, or perhaps predatory anticipation.
Either way, Aragog reached the base of the spider-boy and, leaning forwards on his aged body, he bowed low, using his mandibles to kiss the ground before this…this god of the wilds that loomed over him.
'Strong…nay…Almighty One…please…forgive me for…for my foolishness…had I but known.'
'A…RA…GOG…'
His voice.
So strong, but so soft, like a whisper of Death itself.
It brought Aragog's gaze upwards, watching as the larger Acromantula-human-hybrid let out a sinister-sounding hiss before his voice spoke again.
Not through the link, but from those fierce-looking lips of his…
"What…have you…done to me? I…I've never felt such…power!"
Before Aragog could reply, however, the great beast of a boy groaned audibly, the sound almost like thunder rolling over them as he clutched his abdomen as he groaned at the King of Spiders.
"Or such…HUNGER!"
So, maybe I should have put a warning for any arachnophobes out there that this one might not be for you…oops!
Looks like Harry's taken normal and shredded it yet again
Anyway, here we have another prompt idea put into practice;
When Ron and Harry met Aragog, Ron's fear cost Harry everything. Having been caught, poisoned and slowly eaten alive by Aragog, Harry goes through a terrifying transformation: one that makes him the new Apex Predator of the Forbidden Forest. A Predator with one prey at the top of his menu
(Dark/Evil Harry: Dark/Evil Creature-Arachne/Spider-Human hybrid Harry: Ron MUST be prey for Harry and tortured/eaten slowly: after changing, Harry MUST be feared and worshipped by the spiders, including Aragog)
Basically, a fear-inducing pheromone from Aragog kicked Ron's fear of spiders into overdrive and, as a result, his children got to feast.
But in their feeding, they've tickled a sleeping dragon and hatched something that is now much more than a mere human, much less an Acromantula like their 'Father'
Horror story-worthy?
Maybe, but it would have some fun and interesting ideas thrown in, aside from the inevitable torture that awaits Mr Jealous Glutton;
And so, onto the next Dimension!