"Oooooooooh!" Harry said, picking up the shiny golden goblet. p "Look at this!" p Something inside the goblet squirmed. p "Hey!" a little voice squeaked. p "Get us out of here!" p Harry peered inside, finding tiny little people trapped within, dressed in prison robes of black and white. p "Who are you?" he asked curiously. They jumped up and down in frustration. p "We're the prisoners of Azkaban of course!" a particularly shrimpy man answered. "I mean..after the dementors went over to Voldemort's side, there was no where else to put us!" p Harry blinked. p "So..they put you here instead?" p "Well what else do you expect them to do?!" p Harry shrugged and grinned. "Well I WAS a little thristy." He lifted up the goblet, still grinning. "Cheers!"