This was a challenge from a friend: Write about Harry having to feed Fluffy, and build on that.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of the characters. They all belong to J. K. Rowling. I am not making any profit off of this, merely having some fun

Harry stared at Hagrid in shock. Feed Fluffy, Hagrid's murderous three headed dog? It was more likely that Harry would end up being eaten instead of Fluffy eating the dog food Hagrid wanted Harry to feed him.

"So yeh'll do it, Harry? Only for a week, just while me and Madame Maxime goes for a vacation." Ron was shaking his head, his eyes wide in surprise and shock at what Hagrid was asking them to do. Harry looked up into Hagrid's black beetle eyes, all crinkled up in concern for his dog.

"Yeah, we'll do it," Harry said with a resigned sigh.

"WHAT?" Ron yelled, jumping up. "Harry, we can't handle that dog! Remember when it almost attacked us in first year? No. Way. Harry."

"C'mon, Ron. Fluffy wouldn' hurt yeh. He's quite sweet, really."

"SWEET?" yelled Ron. "HE TRIED TO EAT US!"

Harry took a deep breath. "Ron, if you won't do it, I'll do it myself." Harry didn't want to let Hagrid down.

Ron stared at Harry. "I think both of you are insane, but I'm not letting you face that dog by yourself, Harry. I'll help out."

Hagrid's face broke into a giant smile. "Thanks, you two. I'll leave the dog food in here. Make sure each of them heads gets some food. I think it all goes into the same stomach, but better safe than sorry."

Ron just shook his head.

Hermione ran over to Harry and Ron before she left to go home for Christmas break.

"I'm going to miss you two so much!" Hermione said as she gave both of them a hug. "Now, remember the plan we worked out: Ron, you sing a song or something while Harry puts the food in the bowls. Then you hide and make sure each head gets something to eat. Oh, I'm going to be so worried about you two! Make sure to write and tell me what happens."

"We will," Harry promised, and then Hermione had to leave.

Ron stared at Harry. "I still don't get why I have to be the one to sing."

"Do you want to be the one going near those heads to give that beast it's food?"

Ron shook his head and sighed. "Nope."

"Then you're singing. Better find some good songs."

Ron groaned. "I'm not spending the first day of break and possibly the last day with my life looking up songs. Let's play some chess, Harry."

SlytherinsForTheCup: Right, so sorry if this was short. This is my first fanfiction ever, so I'll have to see how it goes. It's hard to write as Hagrid! Please review!