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YOU GLANCE AROUND THE EERIE FOREST.
a thick blanket of fog was covering the ground and the sky, making it hard to navigate through.
fang was walking just ahead of you three while harry was holding the lamp, you were dressed in a simple light blue shirt with a grey jumper along with some plain black tights and black leather shoes.
you were all aimlessly following the trail of spiders, which you would much rather do anything other than at the moment.
"harry, i don't like this" ron squeaks out.
"harry, i don't like this at all!"
"shush!"
fang had paused just a few steps ahead of you, all the spiders were crawling into an opening underneath a mess of roots.
"can we go back now?" ron says weakly, you nod, gripping onto his sleeve tightly.
"come on" harry says, you look at him as if he's crazy as he ducks through the opening.
is this what i get for killing people?
you begrudgingly follow the two into the heap of spiders, yellow eyes darting all around.
the small tunnel leads you into a larger section, it was also foggy and the ground was covered in roots. spider webs were coated over every gap in between the wood as dozens of spiders gather over each bit.
you all stop at another opening of sorts, it was where all the spiders were crawling and was decorated with spider webs.
you flinch as a crashing sound of sorts is heard.
"who is it?" a deep voice calls out, you shriek silently, though breathing in slight relief as the spiders have stopped crawling around your feet and were now all in the opening.
"don't panic" harry whispers, though you couldn't tell if it was to you and ron, or to fang, who seemed as if he was about to bark.
"hagrid?" the voice calls.
"is that you?"
"we're friends of hagrids" harry says, you just nod warily.
you step back, eyes going wide in fear as multiple giant spider legs crawl up from the opening, holding back a gag as the biggest spider you've ever seen emerges. if you had been clutching ron's arm instead of his sleeve, it would have been snapped in two by how hard you were gripping it.
"and you? you're aragog, aren't you?" harry says, also now in slight fear.
it's beady multiple eyes stare into your souls, "yes"
