Harry Potter and the Random Talking Frog
"What's your name?" asked the frog.
The boy replied, "Harry Potter."
"Well how do you do Harry Potter?" said the frog.
"Fine, thanks," Harry said, still slightly shocked at finding a talking frog in the Dursleys' back garden.
"Lovely day, tis it not," chortled the frog, "I enjoy a nice stroll when it's like this. You know, ponder over life's mysteries whilst hopping through the long grass!" The frog let out a sort of snorting laugh.
"Mmm, great weather," Harry said politely, feeling the drizzly rain on his hand.
The frog smiled as much as a frog can smile, "Well I must say young Harry, that you have a wonderful home. Doesn't quite compare to a lovely pond but for a human house, yes it is very nice."
"I hate it," said Harry glumly, "I don't know if you have seen the other people that live here, have you?"
"Ah, yes. I had a spot of trouble with them. Turns out the lady doesn't really like frogs very much." He let out another snort.
"Well that was my aunt Petunia. And the man is my Uncle Vernon, the boy is called Dudley."
The frog looked up at Harry with his big, dark eyes, "Do you not live with your parents?"
Harry shook his head, "No. They...um...died, when I was a baby."
"Well my deepest sympathies young man," said the frog, "I too know what it is like to loose your parents at a young age. When I was a mere tadpole, just sprouting legs actually, my parents went to the other side of the road for a stroll. It was a day like this. Well, they didn't make it back. I was devastated but I was also the oldest of the children and it was my responsibility to raise them then," the frog looked down at the muddy ground, "many of them didn't make it into adulthood."
There was a moment of silence broken by the sound of Dudley screaming. Harry laughed, "I guess Hedwig has done it again. She keeps bringing mice into the house and has recently taken to putting them in Dudley's bed."
"Poor boy," said the frog, "that's a nasty trick."
"Well, Dudley deserves it. Makes my life hell, sometimes I wish..." Harry broke off there but imagined in his mind all of the ways he could get Dudley back. He thought of using undiluted Bubotuber pus, that would be funny. Harry looked down at the sodden soil and then at his watch, "Better go now, Uncle Vernon will go mad if I am late for dinner with Aunt Marge. See you around then!"
"Yes young Harry. I am sure we will see each other again. Until then, I wish you well!" And with that they parted; the frog hopped back to his quite pond and Harry trudged unwillingly to the dinner table where Aunt Marge and the Dursleys had already began eating.