Disclaimer: The only character I own is the character of Audrey, who will
be in later chapters. Other than that, I do not own Harry Potter and Co.
or Empire Records.
Now on with the show...
~*~*~*~*
Harry smiled as he continued to roll the dice. He was flying high.and getting conveniently groped by his new groupies.
The craps croupier cleared the table. "Same lucky shooter, put your bets down ladies and gentlemen. Hot shooter on the line!"
Harry stared intently at the table. "You know what," said Harry in a monotone voice, careful to not display any emotions," let it ride."
"Hot dice coming out!"
A man across from Harry who he recognized as Blaize Zabini looked at the dice to Harry.
"That's eighteen thousand galleons Potter. You may have crushed the dark side, but you were never much of a gambler."
"I know this Zabini, if I win this roll, I will save the place I work from being sold, and the jobs of my friends that work there, thus striking a blow at all that is evil and making this world a better place to live in."
Blaise snorted into his drink. "Same old save the world shit Potter, but this is craps, not voldemort. You need a life kid, the five minutes s up." With that, Blaise walked away, as if knowing what the outcome of Harry's game would be.
Everyone had placed their bets down. " No more bets ladies and gentlemen."
Harry gripped the edge of the table. Snape, this one's for you.
The dice rolled and Harry saw them in slow motion.
"Two, craps. End of roll."
Harry felt his legs turn into jelly. The women who, just a few moments before, had been practically attached to his hip, now backed away in slight disgust.
"You know," said the leggy blond, "you used to be cute."
Another gambler who had been watching the whole time laughed, and slapped Harry on the back. "You know what else kid? You used to also have eighteen thousand galleons."
Harry walked back outside and hopped on his broom.
I wonder if I will be held responsible for this?
Thanks for reading! Sorry this was so incredibly short.
Now on with the show...
~*~*~*~*
Harry smiled as he continued to roll the dice. He was flying high.and getting conveniently groped by his new groupies.
The craps croupier cleared the table. "Same lucky shooter, put your bets down ladies and gentlemen. Hot shooter on the line!"
Harry stared intently at the table. "You know what," said Harry in a monotone voice, careful to not display any emotions," let it ride."
"Hot dice coming out!"
A man across from Harry who he recognized as Blaize Zabini looked at the dice to Harry.
"That's eighteen thousand galleons Potter. You may have crushed the dark side, but you were never much of a gambler."
"I know this Zabini, if I win this roll, I will save the place I work from being sold, and the jobs of my friends that work there, thus striking a blow at all that is evil and making this world a better place to live in."
Blaise snorted into his drink. "Same old save the world shit Potter, but this is craps, not voldemort. You need a life kid, the five minutes s up." With that, Blaise walked away, as if knowing what the outcome of Harry's game would be.
Everyone had placed their bets down. " No more bets ladies and gentlemen."
Harry gripped the edge of the table. Snape, this one's for you.
The dice rolled and Harry saw them in slow motion.
"Two, craps. End of roll."
Harry felt his legs turn into jelly. The women who, just a few moments before, had been practically attached to his hip, now backed away in slight disgust.
"You know," said the leggy blond, "you used to be cute."
Another gambler who had been watching the whole time laughed, and slapped Harry on the back. "You know what else kid? You used to also have eighteen thousand galleons."
Harry walked back outside and hopped on his broom.
I wonder if I will be held responsible for this?
Thanks for reading! Sorry this was so incredibly short.