𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂 ☆ 14

They went into the forest, and soon, they were deep into it with no sense of direction. All they had was a line of small spiders. Ron kept asking to turn back and Rosalyn always said no, because there was still a trail to follow. Soon, they came to a hollow where a tree had been knocked over, forming a tunnel.

"Harry, Rosie, I don't like this, I don't like this at all..."

"Shut up, Ron," Harry advised, because his sister was about to hit him if he kept complaining.

The spiders were all over the fallen tree, Rosalyn knew this was where they needed to be.

"Can we go back now?"

"If you say that one more time, I'm going to-"

"Never mind that!" Harry said warily. "What is this..."

"Come on!"

They walked down the tunnel, and it was spiders galore, Rosalyn, at this moment, cursed Fred for turning Ron's teddy into a spider. She sighed as they reached a big pit in a clearing, and Rosalyn saw a massive web, covering a creature, because something spoke.

"Who is it?" Said a deep voice.

"Don't panic," Rosalyn said to Ron under her breath.

"Hagrid, is that you?"

"We're friends of Hagrid's," Rosalyn said, she hoped the thing liked Hagrid, because if it didn't, then they were as good as dead.

The web began to crack and Rosalyn was so sorry for Ron because it was massive! Black, hairy body, and beady eyes, no matter how many, because she couldn't count, and of course, she couldn't forget the eight flexible legs.

"You- you're Aragog aren't you?" Rosalyn asked, but she knew already that this was the creature that was, fifty years ago, blamed for killing a muggleborn.

"Yes," the spider said. "Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before-"

"Excuse me, woman here!" Rosalyn said waving her hand in the air.

The spider looked outraged but simply corrected himself. "Humans," he said.

"Anyway, Hagrid's in trouble, up at the school, there's been attacks, they think he's the one that's opened the chamber of secrets, just like last ti-"

"That is a lie! Hagrid never opened the chamber of secrets!"

"So then you're not the monster?" Rosalyn hadn't really suspected Hagrid, but at the same time, deep down, she half had.

"No. The monster was born in the castle," Ron gave a low cry as he saw more spiders, "I came to Hagrid from a distant land, in the pocket of a traveler."

Ron was half crying. "Harry," he mouthed.

"Shush," Rosalyn said. "But if you're not the monster, then who petrified those people? What did kill that girl fifty years ago?"

Aragog gave a hiss. "We do not speak of it! It is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others."

"But have you seen it?"

"I never saw any part of the castle, but the box in which Hagrid kept me. The girl was discovered in a bathroom. When I was accused, Hagrid brought me here."

"Rosalyn!" Ron wailed.

"What?" Rosalyn asked, annoyed.

He pointed upwards, to where loads of spiders were floating down on webs. Rosalyn bit her lip and turned to Aragog, voice shaky.

"Well, thank you, we'll just-" she swallowed the lump in her throat -"Just go."

"Go?" Aragog asked, as if the idea was preposterous. "I think not. My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command, but I cannot deny them fresh meat when it stumbles so willingly upon us. Goodbye, friends of Hagrid."