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Loud screaming echoes through the house, making Harry jerk to attention. What the hell?
He quickly got up from his desk and ran towards the noise, wondering frantically what Tom could be doing to cause such screaming. He turned the corner, almost skidding into a wall as he entered the living room.
To his shock he found not a murder scene but Tom, standing on the back of the couch, screaming at nothing.
"Tom, Tom! What's going on?" Harry shouted over the din.
Tom paused, panting. He stared at Harry with wild eyes and said, "Spider. There's a spider."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at him. "Hey!" Tom protested loudly, "It’s not fun- OH HOLY SHIT IT MOVED!" He screeched, falling off the back of the couch with a loud thud. Harry could only laugh harder, tears streaming down his face.
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Eventually Harry managed to stop laughing long enough to retrieve the spider (much to Tom's distress - something about "the little monster eating his hand" when he picked it up) and took it outside.
"You can never tell anyone, Harry, I mean it!"
"I won't tell anyone, I promise."