Who: Ron Weasley, Open to Draco and Susan What: A Nightmare When: Midnight, August 26, 2002 Where: Trio's Home Rating: Lowish
The day was bright and sunny, and Ron lay on the grass with a smile on his face as he heard his friends talk and laugh. The sun was warm, and he knew he'd come away with a burn if he didn't reapply his sun charm soon, but he was too comfortable to worry about it now. The sun bore deep into his bones, warming them, making him feel more alive than he had in quite some time he suspected. He let out a deep sigh and felt himself go boneless.
"Harry, you can't be serious." Hermione said with a laugh. Ron looked up at the two of them, one hand covering his eyes to block the sun's rays. Harry and Hermione sat on the blanket near him. They had a deck of exploding snap between them, and butterbeer in the cooler.
"Dead serious, 'Mione." Harry said with a laugh. They both looked over at Ron with a grin when they noticed him watching.
"Whatchu serrrus abut." Ron tried to speak, but his words came out entirely slurred. He felt poisoned, like his body wouldn't respond to the commands his brain was making. "Hrrrr. Mmmmiiny?" Ron felt himself start to panic. He tried to sit up, but his body was glued to the ground beneath him.
The sky above him went a dark blackish blue. The sun was nothing more than a ring around a black hole in the sky, and the horizons were fiery red as if the ground was burning. Ron could feel his heart race. "Hrrr. Mmminny. Hlp." His mouth wasn't working, but he could turn his head.
Harry and Hermione weren't talking anymore. From their mouths came a clicking, creaking sound. Their mouths opened and out reached a long, hairy appendage. Ron's eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. He watched in horror as more legs made their way out of his friends's mouths. Slowly they pulled themselves out of Harry and Hermione. Once the abdomen and the four hind legs came out, Harry and Hermione's bodies slumped empty like used balloons on the blanket they had all been resting on.
Slowly, the two spiders looked at one another with their multiple eyes. Their bodies creaked and fangs made clicking sounds and it seemed like they were talking. Ron, finally able to move, got up off the ground in a flash and he was running. Running towards the horizon where he could see just a little light. With a scream, the two spiders sprinted into motion. Their eight long legs catching up to Ron faster than he could run. He looked back at them.
Suddenly he was in the forbidden forest. He hit his sneaker against a root and he tumbled down; down a long bank into the opening for Aragog's cave. Behind him, he could hear the spiders screech again, and in front of him, long legs crept out of the cavern in front of him. He looked around for a way out, but the trees were covered in spider webs. The ground was covered in small spiders. The giant spiders in the cave were advancing, and the two spiders who had crawled out of his friends were standing on top of the ridge he had just tumbled down screaming at the smaller spiders to attack!
Ron began beating them away. Slapping at the little ones who were trying to tie him up in their webs. Kicking at the bigger ones about the size of rats. Ron looked behind him and found a small branch, and he waved it at the multitude of spiders that came at him.
"NO!" He screamed, waving the branch like a bat. His arm connected with one. Suddenly the others were jumping on him, and he was spun up in their web within seconds. He couldn't get his arms to move, or his legs. The two leaders advanced on him. Their fangs poised and ready to drain him of his blood. Ron screamed once more and sat up.
He pushed his sheets off of him and crawled off of the bed and on to the floor. When his face smacked into the open closet door, Ron realized where he was. His home. With Draco and Susan. Harry and Hermione weren't there. The spiders weren't there. He hadn't been caught in a web.
Ron sat against the walls and let a shaky breath out into his hands. "Oh fuck." He groaned, as he pulled his hand away and realize that he had a bloody lip from crawling into the open door. His head leaned back against the wall, and he took some deep breaths to calm himself before getting up to tend to his wound.