A New Time To Make Peace Year One

Chapter Ten

Before Harry or anyone really could do anything, Aragog lunged towards the nearest student. Now most students had been smart enough to start backing up as soon as they saw the spiders. All the students in the area had except for one that was very familiar to Harry.

A boy with red hair and freckles did not back up. Ronald Weasley was frozen in place by fear. So when the giant spider, Aragog, lunged towards him, all he did was scream. Another scream of a different sort joined his. Harry did not want Aragog to hurt his ex friend, despite how rude he had been to him and his friends this time around. So, he fired a stunner at who he knew was Aragog.

The stunner did not affect Aragog very much. It slowed him down for just a few seconds. This was just enough time for Ron to be able to start backing away rather quickly to the point where he was soon with the other students. With Harry now the closest student, not to mention the one that tried to stun Aragog making him rather angry, Aragog turned menacingly towards him.

Meanwhile, the rest of the students were backed up against the far wall, behind the teacher's table. The teachers themselves, except for Snape and Quirrel, as well as some older students surged towards the rest of the spiders that were entering the great hall.

Therefore, as soon as Aragog turned towards Harry, he found himself being hit by another stunner. Harry, knowing that the teachers and older students probably had the situation in hand now and having to pretend to be just another first year student if a little bit more knowledgeable, backed away towards the far wall with the other students.

Spells of all colors were flying towards the spiders. It reminded Harry eerily of the last battle that had occurred there except instead of fighting Voldemort and his death eaters, they were fighting Aragog and his army of spiders. It became even more eerie to Harry when he remembered that Aragog's mate and children had been at that particular battle as well, fighting on Voldemort's side.

Harry shook a little at that thought. He really did not want to remember the battle that was the beginning of the end of his previous life. The pain and horrors that he had seen were something that he would rather forgot though he knew that he never would and couldn't. He had to remember what he was fighting for after all. He was so caught up in his memories and thoughts that for a few minutes he lost track of the battle.

When he came to himself again, he realized that the battle was winding down. Some of the smaller spiders were dead. Most of the bigger ones were not though. They were beginning to back up. Hagrid was clearly trying to talk to Aragog. He had tears running down his cheeks.

Harry couldn't hear him over the shouts as spells were fired, but he was sure that he was trying to convince Aragog to behave and leave them all alone. It was clear to Harry that Aragog did not want to. However, most of the small spiders were now dead and the bigger ones had injuries. Slowly Aragog and company left the great hall.

Professors Flitwick and McGonagall followed them out. They came back a few minutes later saying that they had left the grounds.

“All students please remain calm. There is no reason to continue panicking. The threat is gone now. There is no reason to worry. Prefects please escort your charges back to your common rooms. Any student that needs a calming draught, please go see Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing. This includes you Mr. Weasley.” Dumbledore said. With that last statement, Ron had gone rather red.

“Teachers please stay here and help me clean up this mess. Thank you.” finished Dumbledore.

Harry had just started to move to begin following the other Hufflepuffs when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry turned his head slightly to see that it was Dumbledore.

“Harry, I would appreciate it if you would go to the hospital wing as well.” stated Dumbledore.

“Why professor?” asked Harry.

“Well first off, you faced a spider to save Mr. Weasley. Which was very Gryffindor of you if I might add.” said Dumbledore.

“Well the hat did consider putting me in Gryffindor professor, but in the end it decided on Hufflepuff. Thank you for your concern sir, but I am fine.” replied Harry.

“So then I come to my second reason.” said Dumbledore. “You are shaking.”

And so Harry was. He had not realized it, but he was still shaking from when he had been caught up in his memories of the battle of Hogwarts.”

“So I am professor, but really I am fine. This is probably just the adrenalin wearing off.” said Harry, making up an excuse to why he had been shaking. He obviously couldn't tell the professor the real reason why he was currently shaking.

“None the less, Harry, I would feel much better if I knew you were being taken care of in the hospital wing.” said Professor Dumbledore.

“Alright professor. I will head there now.” said Harry, backing away and intending to do no such thing.

Dumbledore's hand that was still on his shoulder tightened. As if Dumbledore knew what he was thinking, and Harry checked to make sure that he was reading his mind, he said “ I will escort you.”

“No that is alright professor. I know the way to the hospital wing.” said Harry.

“I insist my boy.” said Dumbledore as he led Harry out of the great hall after telling McGonagall where they were going.

And so Harry found himself being walked to the hospital wing by Dumbledore in silence with only his thoughts. Harry was furious. He did not enjoy being told what to do. He was fine and he knew it. However, there was not much he could do about it. Oh he could insist and through a fit like the eleven year old that he was was in body, but he really did not feel like stooping so low as to that. He could curse Dumbledore, which was appealing for the moment, but that would come back to bite him. Therefore, he would just have to use his Slytherin side and find a way to sneak out later. Just as he finished that thought, they reached the hospital wing.

They were soon pushing open the doors to the hospital wing. "Poppy". Called Dumbledore.

"In a moment Albus" said Poppy. She was currently busy with Ron. No matter what suggestion that Dumbledore had made or that fact that it had been Dumbledore that had made it, Harry had doubted that very many students would go to the hospital wing. They wouldn't want it to be known that they were afraid of a spider, even if those spiders happened to be the size of Hagrid's hut. He found that he was correct. The only ones in the room were Ron and Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey was currently helping Ron into a bed. She gave him a potion. It quickly became apparent to Harry that it was a sleeping draught because a moment later, he dropped off to sleep.

A minute later, after she had gone to her office, Madam Pomfrey came over to them and asked, "What can I do for you Albus? You were not injured were you?"

"No Poppy, I am fine..." Dumbledore started. Then Madam Pomfrey broke into the middle of it to rant " How could spiders get into the school Albus?! Spiders! Giant Spiders! Scaring students half to death".

"Poppy" said Dumbledore in a calming voice.

" I am surprised that more students haven't come here wanting calming draughts.."

"Poppy." Dumbledore tried again.

"I mean Ronald Weasley is enough. Poor boy is scared out of his wits."

"POPPY!" Yelled Dumbledore.

"What?" She asked moodily.

" I have Mr. Potter here for a calming draught."

"Oh sorry Albus. I will take care of him immediately." They turned towards Harry to take care of him, but found that they couldn't because he was no where to be seen.
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Said boy was currently on his way to the Hufflepuff common room. He couldn't believe his luck. For once something had actually gone his way. He had meant it when he had told Dumbledore that he was OK. He had seen much worse before, and Aragog hadn't really scared him since his original second year.

By now he had stopped his shaking. He was a little bit worried. If, no, when he got thrust into a battle in the future, he really hoped he would not be affected by his memories like he had been this time. He hoped that as he got used to being in the past, a past where Voldemort had not yet come back, a past where battles had not happened for ten years and numerous people who had been dead were once again alive, that it would not happen so much if ever again. He had only been there for three months after all.

He was just glad that he had gotten away from the hospital wing with Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey none the wiser. He hoped that by the time that they realized that he was no longer there that he was long gone. He really did not want to be fussed over. He just wanted to go to sleep, and he knew that he would probably have some explaining to do when he got back to the common room. After all, the whole school had seen Dumbledore walk him out of the great hall. Not to mention that they had seen him face a giant spider when only the teachers and the older students had dared. None of the others from the lower years had done anything. They probably hadn't even thought to. Nor would most of them have been able to. Well they could have but then they would have probably just injured themselves or gotten themselves killed.

He soon came to his common room. As he had expected, it was filled with people. Harry tried to walk past without being noticed but it was not meant to be. It seemed his normal luck was back with a vengeance.

They all crowded around him asking him questions like 'Why did he face the spider?' and 'Where did Dumbledore take him?' He stood there silently for a few minutes getting madder and madder until he pulled a Dumbledore and yelled, “SILENCE!” Surprisingly enough, everyone shut up.

“If you would like for me to answer your questions, I will, but you must be quiet.” Harry said a little icily, for he really was tired. It had after all been a long day of worrying, not to mention actually facing Aragog in itself was tiring even if he had only thrown one spell at him.

“When I stop talking, I will go to sleep because I am tired. I will not answer anymore question until tomorrow at the earliest, understood?” Harry finished. The students around him nodded.

“Alright then. I sent a spell at the spider because I saw that it was going to hurt Ronald Weasley. Now I will be that first to admit that he and I do not get along but that does not mean that I wanted to see him injured or maybe even killed if I thought I could help prevent it. Secondly, Dumbledore took me to the hospital wing because he thought that I needed a calming draught. He was wrong but that is besides the point in this case. Now if you will excuse me I am going to bed.” And with that, Harry did as he said and walked past everyone to his room. By the time his roommates came in five minutes later, Harry was already deeply asleep. Anymore questions that they might have had would have to wait until morning, just as Harry had told them.

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The next day, Harry made sure to get up earlier than his roommates and indeed than the rest of the house. He just wanted to spend a quiet day in the library considering that Dumbledore had canceled the days classes so that the students could calm down from the previous night's excitement. He stopped in the kitchens for a quick breakfast then he made his way towards the library.

As he stepped into the entrance hall, he almost ran into a couple of figures. Looking up, he realized it was none other than the Weasley parents and there beside them was none other than a blushing Ginny Weasley. Once again he was briefly sucked into memories. Terrible images of their deaths, but he snapped himself out of it as he realized that Mrs. Weasley was asking him if he was alright.

“I am fine. Just a little sleepy is all. I am sorry for almost running into you Mr. and Mrs.?” Harry asked.

“Weasley. Molly and Arthur, and this is our daughter Ginny. Say hello Ginny dear.” said Mrs. Weasley.

“Hello.” Ginny practically squeaked while looking at Harry with wide eyes.

“Pleasure to meet you. I am Harry Potter.” said Harry. He saw their eyes go wide. He then continued before they could say anything else. “I suppose you are here to see Ronald.”

“Yes we are. He is our youngest son. We got an owl from the headmaster this morning saying that he was injured last night and we had to come and see him. Do you know him?” asked Mr. Weasley.

“Ah yes that makes sense, and yes I do know your son. We share some classes. I don't see him very much. He is a Gryffindor and I am a Hufflepuff. He doesn't seem like a bad person though. I was sorry to hear that he had to go to the hospital wing last night. However, I also hear that he just needed calming and sleeping draughts. I am sure that he is fine.”

“Thank you for informing us. It is a relief to hear that our son is OK. Though we are still going to see him.” said Mr. Weasley.

“Oh course. It was no problem. I certainly hope to hear that he is able to leave the hospital wing soon. I hear that Madam Pomfrey is a bit fierce and I know that I would never like to be in a place like the hospital wing for too long. They are boring places.”

“Yes so they are.”

“Yah. Well I hope you have a good day.” Harry was about to turn around and walk away but changed his mind at the last minute.

Instead he said, “Hey Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. If you like I could keep Ginny occupied while you are in the hospital wing.”


“I don't know. Don't you have classes to get to?” Mr. Weasley said dubiously.

“No sir.” said Harry. “Professor Dumbledore canceled the classes for today and I would love to take Ginny on the tour of the castle. As long as that is alright.”

The Weasleys looked at each other and asked Ginny what she wanted. Kind of shyly she replied that she would like to see the castle. So the elder Weasleys gave their OK. Harry told them that he would bring Ginny to the hospital wing when they were done. And then they were off.


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