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Harry Ron and Hermione were sitting in the great hall for lunch when Harry decided that it was time to come clean, this had gone on for far too long.
“Guys.”
Ron and Hermione immediately looked to him, noticing the series tone in his voice.
“Yes Harry, what is it?” Hermione said worriedly.
Harry sighed and took a deep breath steeling himself and said “I am spiders.”
“... What?”
Ron and Hermione looked at each other in confusion, nothing Harry had just said made any sense.
“Harry mate, what do you mean “you’re spiders”?” Ron asked.
“I mean exactly what I said Ron, I am spiders.” and it sounded like many Harrys had said that.
And suddenly it looked like Harry was turning black and melting, each strand of his hair moving on its own turning into fussy legs, his entire body dispersed into all shapes and sizes of spiders.
Ron and Hermione stared at what was happening before them. Ron frozen in pure unbridled terror, when he suddenly let out the highest pitched shriek that shattered any glass object in the vicinity and made more than a few ears bleed. He then promptly passed out falling off the bench and onto the floor.
“Ron!” Hermione shouted in alarm, getting up to kneel beside Ron, and watched as the spiders skittered along the floor and into the shadows.
Students screamed, some of them jumping up onto the tables to avoid the incoming arachnids.
“Silence!” Came a shout from the Headmaster “I’m sure everything is fine and that this is all just a silly prank.” Dumbledore got up from his chair and began to make his way to his office, bushing the glass out of his beard. He would need to find out what in Merlin's name was going on, Harry could not possibly be spiders.
One Severus Snape seemed to have pulled a bottle of Firewhisky out of nowhere intent on drinking the whole thing, completely done everything this accursed school stood for.
A little ways away the spiders gathered and reformed into the boy known as Harry Potter.
“Well, that actually went a lot better than I thought it would.”