The previous weekend Harry Ron and Hermione had been sent an owl from Hagrid asking them to visit on Saturday afternoon, huge tear streaks littered the page and they all glanced around at each other nervously. They made the trek down to his hut in the warm rays of the summer sun to find Hagrid sobbing into his saucepan size hands about Aragog being unwell. Although Ron looked like he’d been told Christmas was coming early he managed to hide his elation with a well timed coughing fit and excused himself for a few minutes while Harry and Hermione consoled their giant friend.