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A Series of Unfortunate Events

Harry looked down at his furry paws, he couldn't believe it, he had friggen paws...He was going to kill Malfoy when he got his paws on him. Probably not much point in this body though, being a mouse doesn't give you much power...What was he going to do? Deafen him with his deafening squeak, then blind him by scratching at his eyes with his paws? The second option wasn't actually that bad...He may as well add that to his to-do list since had nothing else to do...He rushed off complete his next to-do: pee in the flour for the Slytherin table. Unfortunately it wasn't nearly as pleasing as planned, several house elves chased after him with a broom. Harry ran for the nearest exit: The front door. Squeaking as he fell down each step with a hard thump, unable to gain control of the situation he continued to roll down the large steps. Finally he came to the foot of the stairs, where he lay in a crumpled semi-concious heap. Lying there, Harry tried to remember how sweet life was as a teenager. Only pimples, girls and Voldemort to worry about, he didn't have to worry about crazy house elves chasing after you. Slowly the world became clearer and Harry pulled himself back up on all fours and looked around. Within moments of standing up, three Ravenclaw girls walked towards the stairs, in their shiny high heels. They were shoes of death, their pointed heels shone in the light, almost laughing at his expense. No, please no! Harry thought as he tried to run, only his feet were like lead and refused to move. All else failing, Harry squeaked in panic. The girls paused in their tracks and looked around, before one finally spotted Harry,

"Look, it's a mouse!". Before Harry could think it couldn't get more worse than this. It did. The girls began jumping up and down screaming. Hearing their screaming Ron got up from where he was sitting with Hermione,

"What's the problem?"

The girls paused their screaming and pointed at Harry,

"Kill it!"

Ron looked at the mouse and laughed, "It's only a mouse..."

One of the girls grabbed him by the collar,

"Kill it or I'll kill you." She began screaming again.

Ron rolled his eyes and lifted his foot above Harry,

"Sorry little guy..." Then as a whisper he added, "Run for it..."

Harry's legs suddenly found themselves and he set off at a four legged sprint. Behind him he heard the girls yelling at Ron for letting him get away. Harry was greatful Ron had a soft spot for vermon as he ran, putting as much space between himself and the Ravenclaw girls. He thought he had gone far enough when he squeezed into the just open door of a classroom. Unfortunately Peeves found him and enjoyed throwing things at him while screaming, "Run mousey, run!" with glee.

Narrowly missing being hit with a chair Harry found a hole in the classroom and disappeared inside. The hole only led through the wall to the outside corridor, where a lonely Neville patrolled. Harry was slightly relieved Neville found him, Neville would keep him safe. But Harry couldn't help thinking Just like Trevor. Now, why would a well cared for toad wish to run away from Neville's clutches? It really had to make Harry wonder, how safe he really was with Neville...

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