A/N: Hi peeps! This is a really random one-shot that popped in my head out of nowhere. I once built a "demented ice cream truck" out of LEGOs and now I wanted to write a short story about it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
The Battle of Hogwarts had ended recently, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were enjoying a sunny afternoon in the half-demolished Hogsmeade village. It was about one in the afternoon, and the sun was shining so brightly and crudely overhead that they decided to get a refreshing treat - ice cream.
They strolled into the Three Broomsticks to ask if anyone knew where the nearest ice cream shop was, but no one did. As a matter of fact, no one had any idea what ice cream was.
"What is it?"
"Well… it's sort of a… frozen sweet milk treat?" said Ron to a man, trying to explain what ice cream was.
"Never heard of such a thing," said the old wizard before hobbling away, muttering about insane young wizards.
"Maybe ice cream is just a Muggle thing?" whispered Hermione quietly.
"No, no… it's a wizard treat too, otherwise I wouldn't have heard of it…" said Ron, frowning.
"Maybe someone else knows. Let's go," suggested Harry, and they all walked out of the bar and onto the sunny street. They were in the middle of asking another wizard about ice cream when a faint tinkling tune hit Harry's ears. He listened to the tune.
"Ron, Hermione! I think it's an ice cream truck!" he told them excitedly. They all ran in the direction of the sounds, which imitated a happy children's tune, and finally saw a white van heading in their direction, with pictures of ice cream decorating its sides.
Harry waved out his hand to stop the truck, then inspected the side. "Hmm… ten Sickles for a scoop of honey-chocolate vanilla. I think I'll get that." He dug through his pockets and came up with a spare bit of change. Soon, Ron and Hermione had also decided on what ice cream they wanted, and the driver's window opened to receive their order.
Harry was absolutely stunned to see a scabbed, scraggly dead gray hand reach out of the window, followed by a black hood and flowing cloak. The ice cream truck was being driven by a dementor. Suddenly, all of Harry's energy was gone, and he was freezing, the happiness and good memories being sucked out of him until -
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A silver stag burst from the end of Harry's wand, accompanied by Hermione's otter and Ron's terrier, and they all completely overwhelmed the dementor, pushing it out of the other window of the ice cream truck. But instead of then dissolving, the stag, otter and terrier all calmly walked back into the truck and sat down in the seats. The otter fished out three cones of ice cream and handed each of them in turn to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were all staring at their Patronuses open-mouthed.
Then Harry's stag climbed into the driver's seat, nodded at Harry, and drove the Demented Ice Cream Truck away, its happy music tinkling away once again.
Harry stared at the honey-chocolate vanilla ice cream cone in his left hand, and then back at the street where the white and rainbow van was still driving off.
"What was that all about?" he asked his friends.
"Dunno. Do you think the ice cream is poisoned?" asked Ron, staring ravenously at the raspberry-oat cone in his own hand.
"Nah."
And the three of them walked back into the half-demolished Hogsmeade without a care in the world - and no one would have ever guessed, just by looking at their faces, that a Demented Ice Cream Truck had just been taken over by three silver Patronuses and flown back into the Muggle world where it belonged.
A/N: Ta-dah! I told you it would be really random. What did you think? Leave me a review and check out my other stories!