Through the Eyes of a Chocolate Frog

Nota Bene (its Latin, look it up): This is a story I wrote after having an annoying plot bunny jumping inside my head all night. It is my idea of what a chocolate frog really is all about. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: No, I do not happen to own Harry Potter, or chocolate frogs, or the certain somebody at the end of the chapter, yet the ideas are mine . . . all mine! *snatches up ideas and hugs them tightly*

I am a chocolate frog.

I do not have a name and I never will have a name. I do not desire a name: my only desire is to be eaten.

The joys of others are what I live for. Or, more precisely, what I die for. Yet I could never truly die, for I have never truly lived. I was not given life when a wizard chanted cibucommotus over my newly formed chocolate exterior; I was only given motion, that is motion . . . and knowledge.

I am a chocolate frog.

Though perhaps knowledge is the precise term to use. It is more like . . . omniscience. That is right, omniscience. I, not unlike my millions of other brethren, know all that has once transpired, all that now is, and all that will ever occur- until the end of time. I do not care, though. My goal in life is not to share all of the secrets that the world holds- for that would only lead to men knowing so much that they destroy their entire race. No. I simply want some child to open up my box, eat me, and take a moment's pleasure from it. I am a perfect altruist.

I am a chocolate frog.

Don't misunderstand me. Not all chocolate frogs are as altruistic as myself. Some try to escape, either to tell the world's many mysteries or, simply, because they fear the idea of being consumed. It has never worked out well for them though. They usually melt in the hot sun. I am glad that I am not rebellious.

I am a chocolate frog.

Ah, now it is time to take a closer look at my surroundings. It is rather dark in here. I wonder what wizarding card is coming with me in my box. Wait, I already know. It is Agrippa. Hmm, that one is very rare. I do hope that my consumer already has that one. I want him to pay more attention to me than to it. Oh, but yet again I know the answer to that a well.

I am a chocolate frog.

A slit of light has just appeared at the top of my box. It is time. The moment I have been waiting for is here. I cannot stand to wait any longer.

I am a chocolate frog.

There is the face of the boy I have long known would eat me. The boy with the sleek, silver-blonde hair. The boy that is certainly not an altruist of any sort. Yet I do not care. I simply hope that he eats me and enjoys me.

I am a chocolate frog.

And there he is, tossing aside his wizarding card carelessly. He already has for more of the same. Yes! He cares only about me! He wants only to eat me! I do hope he hurries.

I am a chocolate frog.

And here it is: the moment I have long desired for. The day when the Evil Dragon would swallow me and then . . . smile. Ah, yes, it has happened. My goal has been met, my purpose fulfilled. I have caused someone to smile.

I was a chocolate frog.

Nota Bene (again): Okay, so did you like it? Good, now review and tell me that. Did you think it was the worst thing you have ever read? Good, tell me that, too. Just review, review, review. Just to let you all know, that was my first ever fic. I expect to have more. I already have another one in the process. It will be a lot different from this (a hilarious Draco/Hermione parody) so look out for it. And yes, I am advertising for myself and I am not ashamed. Thanks to Blue for being my beta and neatobeans for being my charlie (I made up this position, bwah ha ha).