A/N: Okay this is a retarded story i'll have you know... whatever but when you review don't agree with me on that one. Thank you! This was just some fic i thought of as I was thinking of how annoying it is when people come to your house (or trailer, depending on what you do for a living) and they want money. I don't like it. So enjoy my story!

Part One: The Announcement

It was the middle of the year, and everyone was heading to the Great Hall because Dumbledore had called for a special meeting.

The usual clique of Ron, Hermione, and Harry made there way down to the hall, and took their seats.

"Now," Dumbledore started, standing up. Everyone went silent. "The school is running quite low on money so we will be selling cookies to the public. I'm not good at explaining things, so please give your full attention to our speaker."

"I wonder where the money went to?" Harry whispered to Ron curiously.

:::::::Flashback to a few nights ago in a bar::::::

"Are you sure you want to bet all the school's money on this one?" asked Karkaroff mischievously. Him and Dumbledore were playing cards in a dingy, dim litted bar, with cigarette smoke swirling around the ceiling. The sound of pool table balls clunking was occasionally heard.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" Dumbledore slurred, chugging a large glass of alcohol. McGonagall and Trelawny were standing behind him in sparkly dresses, gripping his shoulders. He slapped a large handful of gold onto the table. "Call."

Karkaroff showed him his cards, and looked at his. "Ah, I win again I see." he said, scooping up the gold.

McGongall and Trelawny switched over to Karkaroff's side.

"Fool!" scolded McGonagall, slapping Dumbledore in the face.

:::::::End of Flashback::::::

"May I remind you that I have absolutely no idea how the money dissapeared," added Dumbledore.

"Yeah, I wonder too," Ron whispered back.

A man in a black and white suit walked in front of the tables. He cleared his throat. "Yo ho and Hello, my name's Mr. Max Maxwell and I'm here to tell you good news." he had a voice like a radio announcer's.

"Max Maxwell?" whispered Ron skeptically.

"Have you ever had a dream? A Dream where you wanted it to come true so bad?" the man asked ritoracly. "This is where you dreams come true."

Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows.

"Each and everyone one of you is an individual, just like everyone else. You all have a special meaning in life, and I'm about to tell you." the man gave them all a big smile. "You will be selling the most delicious cookies ever made in the history of history. All for your own school, Hogwarts."

Ron and Harry exchanged glances.

The man magicked a box of the cookies into his hands. "This my friends is the best artificially coloured, artificially flavoured cookies that gold-" he slapped the top of the box. "-can buy. And you'll be in some pretty good company too. TONS of famous people have sold cookies. For example, Abe Lincoln did a whole bunch of stuff, and oh yeah! Sold cookies. Adam and Eve were the first humans alive, betrayed God, and oh that's right! Sold cookies. And of course, even the ever-popular, ever-famous, Harry Potter! He escaped the killing curse, made you-know-who flee for his life and what was that? Oh yes, sold cookies."

"No I didn't," said Harry, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The man stared at him, dumbfounded. "...But you will." he added. He continued his lecture in his radio announcer voice. "What I'm getting at, my friends, is that if you've ever had a dream, you can turn it into a reality. If you believe! If you believe that your dreams can come true! DO YOU BELIEVE???"

"I BELIEVE!!" shouted Ron impulsively, standing up. Hermione tugged him back down.

The man pointed at Ron with both fingers, his eyes glittering. "That is the attitude I am looking for!"

And with that, he walked out of the Great Hall, casually snapping his fingers to make hundreds of boxes appear on the teachers' table.

Dumbledore poked his head out through the masses of boxes. "Well, that was our speaker. I will be giving everyone 10 boxes of cookies to start with, and if you need more, come and see me."

"Can you believe this?" asked Hermione, flouncing onto the couch in the Gryffindor common room.

"I know!" Harry agreed. "Who in their right mind would buy a box of cookies from door-to-door kids?"

Harry and Hermione continued talking about how dumb selling cookies was. Ron just sat on the couch, staring into space, mumbling.

"... this is my meaning in life... this is what I was meant to do..." he mumbled, faintly smiling.

"Er, Ron?" said Harry, waving a hand in front of Ron. "Earth to Ron...?"

Ron shook his head, and looked at Harry. "I need to sell cookies!"

"In that case, you can have our boxes, because we aren't doing this nonsense," said Hermione. Harry nodded.

"Fine! I will!" Ron exclaimed, jumping up. He rushed towards the door. "I'll sell more than my boxes and yours combined!"

"You do that then." said Harry, turning back to Hermione to continue the conversation.

Ron stomped out of the room. "I'll show them..."

A/N: That was part one. I'm calling them 'parts' not 'chapters' because I fell like it. Kindly review please!