Harry Potter and the Chamber of Sneakers (Chamber of Secrets)

Harry was wandering around the school wondering where the chamber of secrets was located. He saw a door he didn't recognize and opened it. The room looked empty. Harry turned to go when he heard a voice near his feet. "Hello."

Harry looked down. "Did you say that?"

"Yep."

"You're a shoe."

"Yep."

"Shoes can't talk."

"Nope."

"This is too weird." Harry once again tried to leave, but a shoe stuck itself in the doorway and he couldn't close the door.

"All right, what do you want?"

"Do you wear shoes?"

"Yes. Can I go?"

"What size?"

"Seven."

"Hey! All size sevens in here, you've got a wearer!" Several dozen pairs of shoes hopped out of the darkness and followed Harry upstairs to his dorm, where they moved in under his bed.

Ron noticed them a few days later. "Harry, why do you have so many shoes? And what's with the little tents and campfires?"

"They live down there. Oh, Ron, what size do you wear?"

"Nine. Why?"

The next day 30-odd pairs of size nine shoes had set up camp under Ron's bed.

Just another odd story. I'm sorry I haven't updated for so long, but if anyone bothered to read my profile bio, I told you that I'd be at camp for three weeks. Anyway, I just think the talking shoe is too cute.

S. P. Ratt: Hmm, maybe I should do more dementor stories, that one seems to have been popular…

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