A/N: i was just reading something and this just popped into my head. i know its badly written and incredibly short, but whatever. its what makes me happy that counts.
Disclaimer: i only wish i was JK Rowling
Special Services
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down the spiraling staircase from the headmaster's office; Harry brandishing his wand enthusiastically.
Their path to the Great Hall led them through the third floor trophy room. Shattered glass and broken stones led their path. There was a loud clanking noise as somebody kicked a plaque across the hard floor. Hermione and Ron kept walking, hand in hand, but although he wanted to see Ginny very badly, the gold plate was oddly familiar.
"Tom Riddle… Special Services…" the works registered in a subconscious part of his mind.
The plaque flew through the window and onto the grounds below. What would a bit more damage worth anyways, if it gave him such a feeling of satisfaction?
"Special Services my arse," he muttered as he ran to catch up to his friends.