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Carefully Tangled Webs of Darkness	By : Ladygreychaton Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 37461 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry Potter quickly stowed the book on Arachnids and their Various Species away on his disjointed desk, rolling onto his back. The boy placed his hands on his chest, resting them on his lower ribcage. "They're hatching?" He echoed curiously. His body didn't feel any different, yet.
Sobek moved higher along his throat, his voice distant. He didn't sound like he was feeling stronger. "Yes... they are hatching, now. They must chew their way through the threads... Kali, Pheobe and I will begin to decide which of them is strong. Listen to Kali's instructions... we will keep you safe."
His heart was pounding. He would be eating spiders, some would be eaten by the three. Would some be pushed out? What would happen? How would he know what to do? As if sensing his internal struggle, Kali began to hum and clatter her mandibles. The sound reached a rhythm that made him pause.
"Hush, child-Spinner. Hush... first, let us inspect the brood... your body is more Kin than you know," Kali spoke in soothing tones. Her voice was said in her lower, husky tone. It held a stern edge that reminded Harry of dominance, or maybe something else. Either way, he felt calmer with her in control. "Several will not make it past the sack, child. Your own body will absorb the unworthy. Without you thinking about it... your blood, your magic... will pull them into you. You will become stronger."
"Stronger?" Harry felt like he was repeating the spiders a lot. Was this going to set the theme for the night? But he wanted answers. He didn't like idea of being out of control, though Kali claimed his body would handle it for him. He wanted to understand. "What do you mean? What... what is... how will eating 'unworthy' spiders make me stronger? How will my body or my magic know if they're unworthy? What makes them unworthy?"
Kali hissed a little sigh, crawling down so that the three spiders hovered near the eggsack at the outskirts. Protecting, alert, a triad of adults. Ready to greet the new children should they make it out. "We haven't time for this, little Spinner... but I'll answer what I can..." she began, listening for cracks of eggs and the skittering of many legs. Harry couldn't hear it, but he could imagine. "Your magic is different, child. You know that. It won't allow a new Kin that is not... is not," She paused, searching for the word in her limited vocabularly. Eventually, she gestured one of her many limbs across his skin, and he felt her movements. "A kin that is not 'right'. One that would harm you, or grow up unwell. Behave badly, those shall likely be devoured. That is what makes them unworthy... that is how your body, your blood, magic... shall know. That is how we, your Coven shall know." There was a smile of pride in her voice as she waited.
Harry felt bad for questioning her, knowing that in the end, all of them would fight their hardest to protect him. Always, they'd put their tiny lives on the line. Spinning, threading, weaving. They were his family, his companions and friends. He was also acutely aware, laying on the bed as he was, that she had not answered one of his questions. The green-eyed boy bit his lip. Swallowing back the last bit of nervousness, he tried again. "Kali? How... will it change me? How will it make me stronger?" The Potter child queried once more.
Kali's clicking voice seemed to pause, then there was a slight cackling laugh from Sobek. "He got you there, you didn't think he would ask. Our spinner is smart, give him more credit than that, he won't be manipulated," The male reminded gently, the most lively Harry had heard him in some time. He wanted to glow with the praise, but focused instead on Kali's answer.
"Of which I am thankful," Kali grudgingly seemed to agree. "Do you recall asking why our venom did not bother you? Why you had no reaction? No itching, pain, numbness, no redness?" Harry recalled that should any spider bite him, some stray... it had no effect. Curious, he agreed. "We neutralized you to our venom when we joined you, Harry. As mine is the most potent, a weaker venom will likely not cause a reaction. Unless you encounter something more powerful, you are protected." She trailed off. "Something similar will happen when you absorb the spiders again. Though I am uncertain as to the exact effects... you shall change."
Harry was about to open his mouth and form the complicated clicks and clacks that were the spider language, when he felt it. Tiny spiderlings were cracking out of their eggs, stretching and chewing through the gossamer sack and rumbling forward. A wave of them was met with a wall and he shuddered. It felt like a warm rush was enveloping him suddenly. Though not unpleasant, he wasn't sure what to make of the exact sensation. Kali must've been correct that he was 'dealing' with them on instinct, because he had no idea what to do. It simply was, for good or bad.
A few stragglers seem to rush past the wall and were caught by the three guardians, pinned and quickly disposed off. Kali, Sobek and Pheobe made pleased noises as they fed off the little ones, and Harry tried to tell himself he wasn't disturbed. Especially when he thought of Sobek feeding on his own offspring. But as he had explained earlier, it was only the unruly they would dispose of. There were about a hundred in the sack, it was probably for the best he didn't have so many feeding on his blood and magic. To sustain that many would be a toll on his young body, to be sure.
The bodies were quickly liquefied, the former husks that the triad had eaten finished by the wizard's body. Another wave was met with a similar treatment, only a single spider tottered to the edge unharmed. The Tube Spider, like it's parents before her waited, and did not rush. It was quiet, and calm. Sobek came forward and after a moment, the three seemed to inspect. Harry could 'feel' this, but not see. He waited the deliberation, aware of a fourth spider, but nothing else.
Finally, Sobek spoke. "Welcome, Son of Renenet and Sobek. Welcome, Aeolus to the Skin-Dwellers. Do you agree to protect? To never be deliberately harm your Coven or go against it, especially the little Spinner, Harry Potter?"
This felt like a strange and bizarre ceremony, one that he had not been aware that would happen at all. But after a moment, the tiny spiderling, since dubbed Aeolus by his father, agreed. He pledged his allegiance to Harry and the Coven, and joined the ring of Arachnids, waiting to do his best to protect.
Another wave washed from the sack, the third tonight. Most were eaten or swallowed by Harry, a few jumpy and determined creatures appeared to be swept away to the ring of Skin-dwellers. The green-eyed child had been worried how Aeolus would fare, but he held his own against his siblings, and thus grew stronger. Feeding for the first time that night on the unworthy. Two made it out, waiting.
The first was a female, and seemed... bright. Her very presence felt warming and shining to the host. She seemed energetic, but not aggressive. Pheobe approached her, seeming to repeat the process. "Welcome, Daughter of Renenet, daughter of Sobek. Welcome, Niamh to the Skin-Dwellers. Do you agree to protect? To never be deliberately harm your Coven or go against it, especially the little Spinner, Harry Potter?"
She agreed, repeating the pledge and joined the outer ring, greeting her father and brother with a bubbly sort of enthusiasm. Next came the other who had waited for their turn. It was another boy. He felt fiery, warm like his twin. Protective, but playful.
Kali moved to greet this one herself. "Welcome, Son of Renenet, son of Sobek. Welcome, Helios to the Skin-Dwellers. Do you agree to protect? To never be deliberately harm your Coven or go against it, especially the little Spinner, Harry Potter?"
The process was repeated, the vow was taken and he was welcomed into the fold. He joined his twin, exiting to the ring. The last and final wave from the egg sack had a smaller straggle of spiders, swallowed up and easily subdoed by the many defenses. It felt a bit like a pattern. Like his night was on redo, over and over again. Aside from having six spiders now within his skin instead of three, he didn't feel different. No real change from before--- wait.
The pouch that had held the eggs was dissolving in his skin, and much like a catalyst, he began to feel... different. A tingle, an itch. Spreading over his skin, centered on his right arm, his neck and chest. He was exceedingly familiar with his own body, what with being in it, and now it was bubbling and shifting. The wizard wanted to call for help, but he knew it would not come. His human family would not know, nor care about him. They would not know how to help with this, should they arrive to see him writhing on his quilt. Vernon would likely be annoyed if he screamed, or be unsettled if his pet was deffective at best. So Harry bore through it, biting his lip.
Something was pushing up through his blood, making it's way to the surface. It was agonizing, and Kali crooned at him, reassuring him while Pheobe spoke in her hesitant tones. The new voices joined in, curious but offering their comfort where they could, reminding him to breathe. His skin felt stretched too thin, too tight, or maybe it was ripping. Sweat pooled beneath him from the exertions and made his long hairs stick and matt to his nape. He breathed in through his nose, sucking in desperate lungfuls of air, feeling it sting. His chest fought to inflate and he choked. Was this what Kali had meant by stronger? He felt like he was dying! His muscles spasming, even his scalp was starting to hurt as though someone had dragged him by his hair. Harry's eyes stung with tears, and he closed them, feeling the familiar burn. Sobbing silently as his eyes began to tense and throb, he listened to the talking within.
Pheobe was asking Kali if it would be over soon, and if it was supposed to go this way. He would like to know that, too. However, he didn't have the strength to voice his question right now. Kali was responding, agreeing that while she didn't know the full results, yes. Soon it would be over. He could only hope she was right.
The muscle spasms were in his legs, too, and he locked up his toes, wincing. Finally, it seemed to be settling. Gasping, he fought not to scream with the last throes of pain. Biting into his lip till it bled, Harry Potter fought to uncurl his body and heaved out a sigh. The worst was over, he thought. Now, he could ask what had happened. Or see for himself, if something truly had changed.
Kali made soothing hums and purring noises, joined quickly by the small Colony. After what felt like forever, and probably was an hour or so of semi-consciousness, Harry buzzed back to recognition. His mouth was dry, and tasted faintly of blood, likely from where he had bitten his lip. Eyes were sore and felt bruised from holding them shut, but after blinking a few times the world swung into focus. His whole body was a sensitive mess, and he was afraid to move, but carefully, slowly he made his way across the hall to the bathroom.
His pajama shirt was sticking to his nine year old form, the sweat he'd pushed out during his transference making him feel heavy. Quickly, he released the silk ribbon from his mussed hair, leaning against the sink. That was one of the first things he noticed. Harry Potter had grown his hair, having agreed that it was the only way to tame it. That and his spun ribbons allowed his hair to fall in manageable waves and not a chaotic spire. But at the moment, his hair...
Harry stared at himself a bit oddly in the mirror. Turning his face this way and that, he noted that while he was still himself, his hair was... different. The texture was odd, though still incredibly black. It was thicker, more wiry in a way that was readily more apparent to him. Reaching up, he patted at the strands and flinched. Odd, it seemed he was rather sensitive as well. Carefully this time, he touched his hair again, noting the feel of it. Softer than it looked, like steel cable cords in appearance, but soft like velvet. Well, as long as it was brushed the right way. Much like velvet, it did appear to have a coarser side. Just another oddity to being Harry Potter the Shadow, he decided with a sigh.
Tugging on his shirt, Harry carefully peeled it off his body and over his head. He had to be sure it didn't brush his hair the wrong way, seeing how sensitive it was now. What an odd situation to get into, he thought. Hair that was sensitive to being touched a certain way... however would he wash or brush it? Grumbling a bit he straightened and nearly fell over. Whereas before his skin had been pale, nearly unblemished aside from the scar on his forehead and his new addition from Ren... he now had dozens of... spots? Taking a closer look he decided that was wrong. No, they weren't spots, they were smaller versions of the leathery exo-armor that the body of Renenet had become. It just looked like a bizarre sort of scale or pattern, mostly along his dominant hand, arm, and up to his chest. There were some around his collar bone, sure enough. Dapples of spider husks, spread out like shields, or some kind of scales on his skin--- perhaps that was why it had felt like it was burning and tearing so much.
Nonetheless, Harry quickly realized it would be difficult for others to see him topless. Shifting about in front of the mirror, he tried to see the way they moved over his skin and just how far they extended. How many of them there were he was uncertain, but they peppered his skin much like a strange sort of freckles would a ginger--- though these were about the size of pearls.
Sobek seemed to approve of the changes, stating that he was a rather fitting Spinner now. Wryly, the wizard child had to agree as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into a warm shower. He had been worried he wouldn't like the warm water, but it seemed he needn't have been. If anything, he soaked it up like a balm, basking in it. Squeezing a small dollop of body wash onto a hand cloth Harry was met with another surprise when he sneezed, his hair instantly frizzing and puffing out. Tendrils of hair snagged and almost cut the shower curtain before he managed to get himself to calm down, registering that he was likely a bit more sensitive to smells.
Delicately now, and cautiously, he began to wash himself. Getting used to his own body again, and trying to not trigger another accident. The grainy, leathered feel of his new additions to his skin were strange to pass over, but he'd have to get used to them. Moving on, he inspected his options for shampoo. Which would bother his nose less? His uncle used something manly, bracing. Aunt Petunia's was floral and the thought alone made his nose itch, while Dudley had some sort of high brand kid's shampoo. His own was his best bet, a simple all-natural mint and rosemary that had been a gift from Figg for one of his birthdays. Nervously, he extracted a miniscule sized portion and began to slowly, gently work it into his tender scalp and hair. It almost felt like a few tendrils were shifting on their own, but for the most part the mid-length hair was behaving itself. Breathing out, Harry rinsed and exited the shower, brushing his teeth and drying.
Padding back to bed, he put his dirty laundry in the hamper and got dressed once more in clean clothes. Tomorrow he would have to see about concealing a few things, and inspecting more. But at the moment he was tired. With that in mind, he tied back his hair with a fresh blue silk ribbon and slipped between the sheets, exhausted. Kali trilled softly, purring as the boy slipped into a land of dreams.
The Dursley household was a strange place to be, Harry found as he woke. But it was better than many other places that could exist, a Spider helpfully argued. He didn't exactly agree, but wasn't about to debate on the topic this early. The Dursleys were still about and it wasn't safe to look like you were a loon, hissing and clattering in spider-speech.
Vernon Dursley noticed a minor change in his nephew that day. Whereas before he had been stubbornly set on eating health foods, plenty of vegetables and fruits, now the boy was seeing right. Mimicking Dudley, he seemed intent on eating plenty of meats, cheese, eggs, a bit of mash or other breads... and maybe a sweet. About time, he decided to himself. Maybe they could use his boy to set his pet on a good path... send him to a good school. Vernon nodded to himself, stroking his mustache and smiled contently. Petunia went on about how the Smith's would not be winning the Rose bush contest this year, no sir, and Dudley stuffed his face as usual.
In truth, Harry was more attracted to the smell of meat. Hardly strange, he needed to recharge his body and refill his store of protein. His wiry muscle tone could use the fuel, and the additional carbs would help as well. A small bit of sugar would help directly fuel his magic, though he wouldn't learn that for many years. Nevertheless, his eating habits had shifted slightly. Harry would now be hard-put to enjoy greens and juicy fruits that had once made his mouth water. Now, it seemed to set his stomach on edge, though it did little for his nose (of which he was grateful).
Shifting, Harry moved to charm the dishes to wash themselves, the movement so casual that it was hardly a thought. The simple magic barely felt like a ripple, something so secondhand nature by now, after years of doing it for his relatives. The young wizard would simply collect dishes and do them. But today he paused, feeling the way his new spiders flexed and moved under his skin, listening to their reassurances. And he recalled Ren, her pleading for him not to listen to others, not to call Vernon 'Sir'. His hand was poised to collect Aunt Petunia's plate, but he wasn't moving.
"What are you waiting for, boy? An ivitation? Get to it!" Vernon barked, confused at the daily routine being offset. Why in the world was something so mundane suddenly going different? That didn't make sense in his blond head, with his flushed pink and red face.
Harry glanced up at the ceiling and noticed several spiders hiding in corners, waiting. They would come, should he call. Whatever he said, they would do as he asked. He smiled.
The shadows shifted a bit, and spiders began to crawl across the ceiling. It was mid-morning, but the yawning of the shadows made it seem like it was the edge of sundown. They stretched and grew, the edges swallowing up the light and dancing across the walls. The Dursley family was silent. It almost seemed like they were waiting for something, like a clash of thunder to follow, or lightning. But none came, just oppressive darkness. Harry simply smiled, setting the plate down and taking a step back.
Spiders began to crawl from the ceiling, swaying on thread that lowered from their swollen abdomens. Back legs holding tight to the strands, they dangled down, winding lower and lower as they reached just above the small muggle family of Number 4. Petunia began to whimper, Dudley was making a sound like a silent scream. Eventually, it appeared like Vernon had gathered his wits, for he said, "Now... now see here---" only to be cut off with a squeal as more spiders lowered, completely covering the ceiling in a black mass.
Petunia whispered her husband's name in horror, staring upwards, then glanced at Harry. "What do you want?" She whispered, trying to keep her eyes on the single spider that was now inches from her forehead.
The young wizard just continued to smile, saying nothing. A spider dropped on each of their faces, and though they squirmed, batted or swatted, they were too fast for them. Each of the spiders moved to the Dursley's neck, quickly biting down and burrowing inside. The venom felt strange and said family went still, horrified at their sudden predicament. Finally, the child spoke.
"Things are going to change around here," He began slowly, looking at the paralyzed faces of his human caretakers. "I will no longer be a servant, a pet. I will be my own person. You shall do as I ask, or things shall get rather difficult for you..." Harry trailed off significantly as he glanced up at the spiders. "I can do more than this, so please don't try my patience---" A look was given to Vernon.
"Those spiders are to help guide you. You won't understand them like I do, but each time you mess up, you'll know. Eventually you'll start seeing things my way." He nodded a bit to himself at this, as though it were a definite thing, then looked up. "I don't want much, actually. I want a better living environment. I don't want to take care of you with my magic, unless I choose to. I do want a few new clothes... I like some of what I have though," He admitted. "And when the time comes that I ask you for something, don't blow up. Just do as I say. Don't call me boy, call me 'Harry'. I'm your nephew. How would you treat a nephew?" He cocked his head to one side. "If you cannot love me, respect me. We shall get along fine, I think."
The green-eyed child glanced up at the ceiling, and in full view of his muggle family began to click, clack, and hiss at the spiders. His tongue moving around, his lips making odd noises as he mimicked the sounds of mandibles and spider mouthes. The Dursleys shuddered as best they could, repulsed as they noted the mass of spiders swaying, moving in response to the noises. Slowly, they retreated and began to skitter across the walls and back into nooks and cranies.
Harry nodded, then glanced at his relatives. "You should be able to move soon, I expect. Once you've adjusted to it all... I meant what I said, by the way. Don't test me... and don't try and hurt the spiders, or look for them." His eyes seemed to darken as he said the last bit. "I'll know, believe me, I will. And you won't like the consequences of touching them... I have made you wealthy, I have done everything you have asked me to. Now, it's your turn to abide by a few things I ask...."
With that last warning, he turned and left the dining room, walking up the stairs and into the smallest bedroom of the house. The light returned gradually, and the oppressive feeling faded. Paralysis faded, Petunia sobbed. Dudley pissed himself, going into hysterics and then refused to speak. Vernon went three different colors, and was about to rage, only to be stopped by his wife... and his son. The single sentence he repeated, rocking back and forth before going silent was, "Don't do it."
Harry got new furniture for his bedroom. A better armoire, a desk in lovely black oak. A new mattress, and new bed frame that matched his desk... he was rather content. Finally, he got prescription sunglasses that he had been denied, seeing it as a superfluous thing before. His Aunt took him to purchase more clothing, finding material that didn't bother his new sensitive skin (this included new bedsheets, quilts and comforters, for which he was glad). He also bought a couple sets of gloves, some without fingers (though his aunt remarked that they made him look like a homeless man) to help hide a bit of the spider... skeletons...? Whatever you called them, scales, that seemed to be adorning a bit of his right wrist and down towards his hand. Since he seemed fond of heat now, it was always good to have gloves. The heat and the dark he found suited him best. Pheobe giggled and remarked shyly that he was becoming more and more like Kin.
Harry also visited Albert, buying a few stones on a whim, candles, books on their properties, and incense. He also learned how to use a mortar and pestle, crushing up ingredients with the ginger Squib in his colorful shop, making incence by hand. Mr. Ryans explained that it was important to cut, chop, dice and prepare incredients. That sometimes dried ingredients had to be prepared differently, and could handle crushing alternatively creating different smells. It was a fascinating topic, learning to make his own calming scents for his sensitive palate. Eventually, he learned to make oils, and soaps as well something his hair and skin seemed glad of. He learned, he grew. He relaxed, he enjoyed life. The child got to know his new spider-Kin, their personalities and habits. He made friends and he relaxed, he even got to climb a tree and visit with Hecate more often. He was a wild child of magic and darkness. The world was well.
And so, time passed, as it goes on in most of the world. Life goes on unaware that Harry Potter would not be as expected when he finally stepped foot in the Wizarding world, two years down the road.
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Aeolus : Greek God of Winds, son of Poseidon. Viceroy to the Gods, a sort of agent...
Niamh : Irish Goddess, the daughter of the God of the Sea, a Goddess of Beauty and a Queen of the land of Eternal Youth. Her name means Bright, pronounced "Neeve".
Helios : Greek God of the sun, often called 'shining', he is said to be all-seeing and like the Sun is rather a good person unless slighted.
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BBWulf : Nah, I'm not easily offended, don't worry. Everyone has their own opinions and thoughts. Why would I be mad at you not wanting to read slash? That's silly. You like the story, that's enough for me! Well, most parts, you say. If there's something you don't like, I don't mind discussing it. Here's another chapter, hope you enjoy!
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