A Spider Among Lions (Harry Potter AU)

[Uncle Grimgourd]

Hidden under the staircase of a strange generic house, lying amongst bloody sheets and piles of dead spiders, A child of what appears to be 7 years old twitches and sweats in his sleep. His skin appears bright, fiery red and upon his forehead a scar lies. Inflamed and bloated, the scar looks like a lighting bolt. Strangely, the inflated scar squirms like a hive of wasps beneath the boys forehead.

"Gah! No, please!" The boy cries, his raven black messy mop of hair tingling together with spider blood matting it to his scalp. The scar finally bursts open in a flood of black fluid, splashing the walls of the tiny dark space and melting them slightly, like acid. "AAAH!!!!" Screamed the boy, clearly feeling the pain of the rupture. From the open gash a small shape crawls out, A tiny spider still alive. Tiny, yet clearly venomous from the purple color of its body, it crawls across the boys face to his neck and bites him!

With one last gasp the boy jumps up, only to fall back down as he begins a profound transformation. As his burning red skin begins turning shades of blue and black, pieces of his Flesh begins slipping off. Skin slides from muscle as he screams in agony. He then passes out from the pain, too unbearable for his mind to handle.

(6 hours later)

With a jolt the boy awakens once more, only this time without pain "What? Where am i? Why the fuck is it so dark?!" He squeaks, A strange chattering accompanying his high pitched voice, "What is happening? I remember going to the mall yesterday, what happened? Am I dead?" He ponders aloud. He fidgets for a moment, twitching his fingers and a pair of strange appendages on his face, only noticing after a moment of confusion. "Wait, what is that on my face?!" He cries. Reaching up to his head, where he touches the objects on his face. "Woah that's strange! I can feel them being touched by my hand! That's not normal!!!" "Wait, stop for a second. I have to figure out what's happening!" With a moment to think about his next move, he tries to find a light in the room, it being oddly bright to his eyes despite no light being on.

After a few seconds of fumbing around he finds a string dangling above him, he gives it a pull. The room flashes brightly, blinding him momentarily. "Shit I should've seen that coming" he complains, blinded momentarily. Opening his eyes, he sees a worn out, tiny little closet space rather than the room that he thought it was. With a glace he notices the cleaning supplies, as well as the mashed up spiders laying everywhere. "That is not normal!" He exclaimed. Surprised by the piles of tiny corpses, he tries to back up, only to not budge from his position at all. "What?, why can't I move?" With a worried look, he looks to inspect himself, "WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

 

[Uncle Grimgourd]

What the boy saw could be nothing short of astonishing. Rather than the two human legs he had expected, he found a pair of insect legs. Shorter than he expected, they looked almost like the outer fangs of a spider. 'Pedipalps?' He thought, confusion and wonder blotting out his panic.

With excitement and a little unease he begins inspecting himself further, A tiny child like torso seemingly fused with the body of a spider. Oddly fuzzy with thick black fibrous hairs tinted with green in the light. Eight short and thick spider legs covered in hair that looks almost like shag carpeting. "What am I, A jumping spider?" He pondered. Imagining those tiny arachnids, smaller than a fingernail.

"No wonder I can't move, I am not used to this new body yet. All right, lets try to get up and move around!" With some effort the boy got his stubby legs to lift him off the floor. "I wonder where this is? Guess its time to snoop around" With some lethargy he wanders to the nearby door, despite looking like an 8 year old, he is only about the size of a 4 year old. Barely tall enough to reach the doorknob. "Ugh that's hard" with no small amount of effort he twists the handle and stumbles his way out of the closet.

"Where in the fuck am I?" He exclaims. Noting that the room he entered was a hallway. On one side was a door with a mail slot 'clearly the front door' he thought. The other end lead into what looked like an open living room. "Lets check this out first" he thought. With a little better footing he thumps his way into the living room. Finding that half the area is a basic kitchen area. 'Maybe I will make some food later if I have the chance, first I have to find a mirror though'. With a short look around the basic living room he went back to the stair and made his attempt at climbing them. As you could imagine, being a dwarf for all intents and purposes makes the task quite difficult. "God, fuck these tiny legs!" He squeaks, fumbling and bumbling his way up the tall steps.

With a few light creaks and groans he makes it to the top with short breath. "phew, that was a workout!" He exclaims. A short rest to gather himself and continues onward. 'Being tiny makes everything look titanic! Sheesh, I feel bad for all those tiny people back home now' after a short walk he manages to find a door. Again with effort, he opens it only to find a room full of broken toys. 'Man, whoever's kid this is, is spoiled rotten' he wonders. The next door he opens is another bedroom, this one having a messy bed that smells like cottage cheese. "God that smells foul!" With a short look around, noting the unbroken toys and game console, as well as the nearly full wallet on a nightstand, he walks out and opens the next door. "Finally a bathroom!"

Upon finding how tall the sink is, he looks for a way to reach the mirror. 'Where is a step stool around here... Ah there we are' with a look around, he opens a hallway closet and finds a children's toilet stairs. Moving them into the bathroom, he crawls onto the toilet lid and hops up onto the sink. "Woah, that was cool! Maybe I was not far off on that jumping spider idea" Now in front of the mirror, he observes himself for the first time.

As he sees himself, he notices the general shape of his new body first. "Yep, called it! I guess I am a strange, jumping spider Arachne? Drider? What would I even call this strange species?" He wonders. "Strangely fluffier than most spiders, not to mention that interesting Pattern on my new abdomen" what appears to be a sigil lies soon his new body part. Strangely, it reminded him of something. 'The deathly Hallows?' He thought. With but a moment, the boy looks for the distinct mark that he suspected he has. 'Yup, there it is. The lighting bolt. Though isn't it kinda different? It looks wicked now!" He looked in the mirror at his forhead. Cutting from his hair through his eyebrow, all the way to his collarbone, was a lichtenberg scar. A scar that branched out in jagged directions and turned the hairs on his head and eyebrow that it touched white.

"Huh, guess I was right. I am harry potter!" He exclaimed, staring at himself and seeing all the bits and bobs attached to his body. 'Spider body, chiton on my hands, ribs and cheeks. weirdly sharp claws, strange grabbers at the edge of my mouth and eyes way too big for my face. I look odd..."

After his introspection, he took a moment to really think about his situation 'so I am harry potter, I am a strange spider creature and I likely am older than I look. Makes me wonder, if this is the Dursley's house where are the Dursleys?"

With that thought Harry heard a noise, A car began pulling into the driveway. 'Ok, what am I supposed to do now?! Hide? Find a window and run for it?' He thought. 'Yes! Window sounds better! Gotta hurry!' With a hop he landed on the floor very easily and charged out into the hallway. "Window, where is a window!" In a rush he opened the next few doors until he reached the master bedroom. Opening it as he heard heavy breathing and jingling keys at the front door. "Where is that blasted boy, he should be here opening the door!" He hears angry murmering from the front door.

'There! A window!' With a leap Harry lands on the window itself, 'Oh yeah! Spider legs for the win!' Noting the fat wallet on a dresser next to the windowsill 'YOINK!' He grabs it and quickly slams open the window "What the bloody fuck was that!" He hears. Not taking another second he leaps from the window. 'Wait, its the second floor!!!'

 

[Ghostcraft19]

Interesting

 

[Uncle Grimgourd]

"AAAHHH!!!" *poof* with a muffled puff of air Harry landed on his feet. "Holy shit that was scary!" With a few hurried glances he picked himself up "I need to find somewhere to hide, half spider people are not normal creatures anywhere! I can't go into the city at all, so I guess my best bet is the woods". With a quickness in his multiple stubby legs, harry starting running towards the closest patch of woods he could find. 'Good thing that the Dursleys live in a suburban area, there is a legitimate forest nearby' after a short distance he started to see the first few trees. "Yes! Now I can find a place to hide!"

With a jogging speed that is fairly faster than a humans Harry travels through the lightly sparked woods, looking for anything he could use for shelter. 'I wonder if I could find a decent cabin somewhere. If not that, than maybe a cave? I imagine there should be at least one decent cave nearby." After an hour and a half of wandering, harry started losing breath. "Ah, stupid tiny child body, I am already tired!" Winded and weary, he looks around for a place to rest. "Nowhere to lay down, I guess it's time to do what spiders do best!" Taking a moment to gather his wits, Harry approached a thicker oak tree than most of the others nearby.

"Hopefully this works!" With a moments hesitation he plant his front legs on the tree and begins to climb. "Wow this is almost as easy as breathing! I can't even feel my own weight. Might as well make myself a small nest for the night, though I imagine this will take a second to figure out." Sitting on a thick branch, he lowers himself onto his stomach and stretch out his spine, Relaxing his muscles and taking up the majority of the branch. Now how do I get this to work? Maybe squeeze my stomach?" With a bit of effort and some embarrassing noises, Harry spools out a few threads of silk, though not before leaking a bit of fluid in the process. "Oh that is a weird sensation!" Slightly tense and just a little weirded out, he attaches a few threads of silk onto the branch, twisting and looping them into a thin rope. "That should be enough to keep it strong I think?"

Taking a moment to marvel his newfound biology, he keeps to a nearby tree. 'Lets make a web! Nothing too fancy, just enough for a hammock" after some trial and error, he makes a hammock between the trees. "Much better. That took a lot out of me. It might be time to sleep, its getting dark." Noticing the setting sun, he sets himself into his silk hammock and falls asleep, dreaming of a women leaning over him, with red hair and emerald green eyes. "Don't worry little one, your safe for now".

(3 Days Later)

"Ooh that feel great!" Feeling the wind brush his skin, Harry sits up in his hammock. "I am feeling a little hungry. Wonder what I can find to eat out here." Taking a bit of time to wake up, he stands up and walks across the ropes to one of the trees and climbs down. "I think I an feeling fish this morning." He mumbles, walking leisurely through the woods without a care in the world. Soon he arrives at a nearby creek, find the water higher than expected. 'Is it going to storm soon? Well isn't that just my luck." After some searching, he sees a few ripples across that water. 'There are a few fish around, lets see what I get" half an hour later he manages a decent sized carp "I think this should be plenty, I am not that big after all."

Carrying his haul back to his temporary camp, he gathers sticks and stones to build a campfire 'I need to get this done quickly!' With the clouds turning grey, he puts together a fire pit and ponders on how to light it. "Maybe I can use a bit of magic? I am Harry Potter now after all, shouldn't be too hard." With an idea in his head, he places his left hand into the fire pit and snaps his fingers *fisss* some sparks shower the branches from his fingers and sets them alight. "There we go! That was easier than expected." Taking some time to clean and gut his grouper, he lays it on a hot stone that he heated in the flames. "This is likely not going to taste great since I don't have any seasoning, but I will take what I can get."

After a few minutes cooking it Harry strips some bark off a tree to use as a plates. "Geeze these claws are sharp" without a moments hesitation, he starts to eat with vigor. "This is strange? The meat is dissolving in my mouth" not at all surprised to find another new aspect of his biology, he eats the entirety of the fish, bones and all. "Gosh that was great! I think its time to move camp though, A storm is rolling in"

After finishing the fish, he covers the fire pit in dirt to put it out and leaves, picking a direction and taking it. "Yep, I guess its going to pour today! Hopefully I can find a place to weather it out" seeing the black clouds closing in, Harry picks up the pace, running through the woods until he comes up to a hill with a rickety looking shack on it. "Beggars can't be choosers, its the best I have at this moment!" Rushing up the hill as a few droplets land on his head.

Approaching the door, he reaches up and twists the doorknob, clearly rusted with age. "Cmon, open damn you! With a strong grip he manages to twist it through the rust and open the door. " Ah thank god!" He exclaims, taking a moment to breathe. *THUD* he heard from behind him. Turning around, he sees something that he had not expected. "Huh, well isn't that just wonderful."

For some strange reason what Harry sees is a pair of siblings, A boy and girl. Both looking like preteens, yet clearly malnourished. Wearing threadbare clothes, covered in dirt and clearly scared of him. "Sstay back!" One of them stutters, seeing His spider half despite the darkness of the cabin.

"Hey, its ok don't be scared. I don't want to hurt you" Harry says. "I was wanting out of that storm, just like you. Please, just stay calm". With a look around Harry finds a table nearby with an old fashioned gas lamp on it. " Why don't we get some light in here?" Slowly approaching the table, he turns the lamp on, tinting the room in an orange glow. "Lets just stay calm, alright? my name is Harry, Harry Potter, what is yours?" He asks. Sitting on his spider half so as not to scare them.

"You are harry potter?" The girl says, her blue eyes widening in surprise. "I did not know that Harry Potter was a drider! They never mentioned that in the Adventure books." Clearly bewildered, she stands near her brother, brown eyes oddly calm under his wheat colored hair. "I guess you can't believe everything you read" He mumbles, sounding more intrigued than scared.

"My name is Terry, this is my sister merry. We are fraternal twins. We have to wonder, why are you here, out in the woods. And a driver for some reason? As far as I am aware, the potters don't have drider blood in their lineage.

Harry stares at them like they grew a second head. " I do not know, just woke up like this yesterday and decided to flee before someone saw me, not sure that staying would have been a good idea" he says, slightly confused and jittery from the looks that the preteens gave him. With a sigh the sister looked calmer now that they had a dialogue going. "Sorry for being scared at you Harry, its not everyday a half spider
centaur creature pops into your resting spot. " Would you mind sharing this shack? At least for the night?" Harry asks. Surprised at the generosity that this girl is showing him despite the circumstances.

"Yes, we don't mind you sticking around for the night, do we Terry?" Merry asked, implying something with her tone of voice. "Yeah, you can stick around we don't mind!" With a strange calmness, they find a corn in the room and sit there, huddling together for warmth as Harry sits by the table. 'This might be one long night' he thinks. Looking out the window, he sees the pouring rain, seeing lightning flash through the sky and hearing thunder boom from outside the shacks thin walls, watching as the storm passes overhead.