Harry had only just set his books down on his bed when he heard frantic shuffling from somewhere behind him. Turning around, he spotted Neville half under his own bed with a growing pile of assorted items next to him.

"Everything all right?" He asked, peering over the objects in question.

Neville sighed as he scooted himself back out from under the frame. "No, I can't find Trevor, " he replied, frowning as he opened one of the drawers next to him and rifled through its contents. "I knew where he was this morning, but after coming up here again after lunch he'd disappeared."

Harry glanced out the doorway for a moment. "I guess you've already retraced your steps?" He offered, briefly wondering if it had somehow wound up in the common room. Would Trevor have made it out the portrait door?

"I checked everywhere; even asked the professors in case they'd seen him." Neville's voice was muffled as he disappeared under the bed again. Something large scraped itself into view and Harry scrambled back a couple of steps to make more room for it.

"Well, he always turns up eventually," Harry said, placing his books on the table next to him. "Didn't Hagrid find him last time?"

"Yeah, he - "

A loud shriek echoed loud enough for the boys to hear it from their dorm. A few first years tore past their door, likely to see what was going on. As Harry approached the hallway he could hear Neville half trip over his stuff to follow.

"What do you think that was?" Harry called over his shoulder as he made his way down the stairs.

"No idea."

By the time the pair reached the common room there was already a small crowd hanging around one of the couches by the fire. Harry wasn't able to get a good enough view at first; too many first years were already pushing past each other to see anything.

"Hey Longbottom," A voice called out from the chair. Harry watched the crowd part to reveal a sixth year girl holding a pillow like a shield. He had to crane his neck a little but there was a small brown spot on the maroon chair. At that moment it gave a very small croak. The girl pointed to it.

"Is this yours?"

"Trevor!"

Harry turned to watch the relieved smile spread over his friend's face. At least that toad hadn't managed to get very far; he could only imagine what sort of trouble the pet could have gotten himself into if he'd somehow made it outside…


This has been written for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) Assignment 10: Cheese Music - task 4.2.

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