You know it’s bad when Charlie Weasley says he’s done helping a magical creature
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You know it’s bad when Charlie Weasley says he’s done helping a magical creature
Draco had no idea what made him go into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.
Maybe it was out of curiosity, if it still held the promise of something forbidden and dangerous now that he had seen the worst things a person could see. Maybe he wanted to know if the forest was just as scary as he remembered it from his first year at Hogwarts, or if the scared little boy he once had been was lost in the memories of better days.
He was afraid of more mundane things these days. If he'd get a job after finishing Hogwarts, if he'd ever be able to face society again or if he'd be shunned forever, if he'd find someone to spend his life with or if he'd have to stay alone. Those things were the ones he was worrying about now.
Rustling leaves to his left caught his attention and he stopped and tried to make out what it was, but there was nothing but darkness. Shrugging it off he walked on, curious to see what he'd find in here.
Centaurs crossed his way but ignored him entirely, he recognised one of them as Firenze and somehow felt happy that the others had welcomed him back home. Maybe they knew that Draco would cross their paths, maybe not. He'll probably never find out.
The air around him was cooling down and Draco saw cobwebs wrapped around the trees in front of him like glittering milky curtains and decided to head the other way. He had heard of Hagrid's Acromantulas and knew better than interrupting them.
He still wasn't sure what he was looking for when he reached a clear field that was lit by the full moon. The taw on the grass underneath him looked mesmerising and Draco couldn't get himself to move any further.
He wondered for a second if this place had any meaning, was something special, when he heard a crack in the woods.
Looking up he was stunned to see a herd of Unicorns watching him from the treeline, the golden foals sniffing the air curiously while the grown one's just stood behind and watched.
He was sure they would leave, not trusting him, probably sensing the things he had done, the dark magic running through his veins and poisoning his entire body.
Just as he was about to leave, thinking this was their clearing and that he was intruding their grounds, one of the biggest Unicorns he ever saw stepped forwards, coming closer, slowly and in no rush.
Standing frozen to the spot Draco watched it approach him, shuddering slightly as it sniffed his head. He tried not to think of the horn probably sharp enough to impale him once it figured out that he wasn't one of the good people. Not a noble wizard like Potter was, not as big hearted as Hagrid.
But to his surprise it laid down, just then and there, right next to him, and closed its eyes. And suddenly he was surrounded by the herd.
Reaching out, Draco let his fingers slide through the mane of the Unicorn next to him, careful to not pull any hair out. He felt tears burn in his eyes as it didn't try to get away from him.
Hidden in the darkness of a group of trees Harry watched the encounter, smile spreading over his face.
Saw this on Facebook and ummm...
First movie:
Second movie:
I (and Professor Quirrell) beg to differ.
"Perfect! We'll have to apparate, then. It's faster than going with Argo. Argo, catch Eve and give me the paw!".
They all apparate in a very large clearing in a forest, with a house in the middle. On the left, the forest is green and normal, but on their right, the ground and trees are covered in a thick webbing that makes the scenery appear ghostly, creepy and unsettling. There are various Acromantulas chilling around, some cat and dog-sized, other as big as cows. Some of them move slightly as the humans appear. Behind the first lines of the trees there is an Aragog-sized male Acromantula, and there are the front legs of an even bigger Acromantula sticking out from a burrow in the ground.
Argo lets go of Eve, who hisses /May you all die of chronic diarrhea/ and slithers toward the house ignoring them all.
"What are you seething there, Eve?" calls out Kara. "Seriously, sometimes I feel like I'm dealing with a five years old. Never mind. Well, welcome home! This is Atropo's colony, as you can see. That one in the burrow is Atropo, and the slings around here all hers and Shadow's. Except Shadow, the big male over there, they are all as friendly as Acromantulas can be, so if they approach you don't worry. They are probably just curious or think you have some meat in your pocket. You missed the best slings by days, I just shipped the ten most intelligent and cooperative to Australia to work with their Aurors for an experimental program. Technically they were supposed to go to our Ministry, but Shadow's former owner did his best to sabotage this project because... Honestly, no idea. Probably he hates me for not letting the Ministry execute Shadow, or maybe because convincing the world that Acromantulas are uncontrollable and can't be worked with makes him feel better about himself. Who knows. Well, their loss. The Australian Ministry seems to be very happy with my Acromantulas, England will regret not approving this project. Well, I'm blabbing".
"Ah, dude, just one thing" adds Cerberus. "Watch Argo if he sniffs the slings and then comes to you. He loves them, but sometimes he inhales their hair or the webb and, yeah... I mean, he TRIES to ask you to do something because his nose itches, but from your point of view he will just stop playing and turn to you to sneeze right in your face. Yeah. So in case if you happen to be close keep your mouth VERY closed. And maybe turn your face away". 🐶🐶🐶
“A very foul mouthed five year old,” Voldemort muttered, looking around the clearing. Acromantulas had never been his favorite creature - too many legs- and he grimaced, shying away from the largest of them. Cat and dog sized were one thing. Any larger, and he preferred to keep his distance.
“Australia? Very interesting...I am admittedly fascinated, do keep me updated on this project.” As off-putting as the creatures were in person, he was still very interested in theory. “Who owned Shadow previously? Why would they want him killed?”
“Oh...oh dear,” Voldemort muttered, imagining a face full of dog snot and grimacing once more.
Harry Potter HC time
So I don’t know if this has ever been done before and if yes I’m truly sorry, you can either ask me to take it down or send me a link to the original and I’ll reblog it/add it to this post, but here we go:
What if Hagrid had raised Harry instead?
It would have ensure Harry would have been raised with love and would have still been under Dumbledore control, but mostly it comes with the greatest idea ever:
Harry as a tiny Hagrid-like mind when it comes to creatures.
Like Harry riding an acromantula on school ground while Minerva has a heart attack and run after them or just Harry being super friendly with the acromantulas in general.
Harry actually befriending the basilisk before it’s unleashed on the school with Hagrid creating some contraptions so its eyes can’t hurt Harry or anybody else. So the same way Hagrid had an accromantula on school grounds, Harry has his basilisk.
Toddler Harry pestering the centaurs with questions because he’s a curious little bugger. Just imagine a centaur having to deal with his “why?” phase.
Now, if you prefer adult Harry, imagine the final battle with a Steve Irwin Harry Potter. Imagine Death Eaters shitting their pants because the army of acromantulas just runs out of the forest to protect one of their own (cause Harry is Aragog little brother of course).
The Golden Trio doesn’t have to stay on the run for a year and starve themselves cause they legit just could hide in the forest. Even if Voldemort sends Death Eaters after them, who knows how the forest could kill them. The Carrow twins alone wouldn’t have been able to torture anybody because Harry would def have worked a deal with the forest before leaving.
Voldemort shows up to the final fight with Nagini thinking he’ll intimidate the other side with his giant snake except Harry shows up with his basilisk and let’s just say his is bigger.
Also, that final battle would have lasted barely five minutes cause imagine the amount of magical creatures that we know nothing about but that live in the forest. Now, imagine all of them that come out to fight the Dark side because they have an interest in that fight aka Harry. The werewolves alone would probably have defected long ago because Harry would treat them as actually human beings with a furry little problem and they know that with him their rights would improve drastically after the war.
Imagine just how much better the Harry Potter serie would be if Harry had been raised by Hagrid who would have loved him for who he was and taught him some good values.
the fact that Aragog has an entire nest of children tells me that there was already at least one other acromantula in the Dark Forest, which is worrying when you look at it through Tolkien-ish lenses
*raises hand* uhm I have a question
Why couldn't they reducio the acromantulas
*raises hand slowly* i'm shorter than clary by two whole ass inches. can confirm its the worst
you poor poor soul