The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: I'm making Harry Potter puppets. I have the plans for Hermione, Ron, Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore. Pretty sure that's all I'll do. Once I'm done, I'll put a link on this story to show you pictures of them.
By the by, I know they were cloaks. I just like using the word cape.
Disclaimer: WHAT HAVE I BEEN TELLING YOU FOR THE LAST EIGHT CHAPTERS! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! I NEVER WILL! So let's just leave it at that. I've never writing the sentence "I do not own Harry Potter" ever again! WE ALL UNDERSTAND I DON'T! starts chewing on the floor and rolls around
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Chapter Nine: What Would Filch Do For A Klondike Bar?
Harry Potter, destined to become great at age 1, was doing his monthly wandering, cloaked in his Invisibility Cloak thing. His Marauder's map was clamped tightly in his hand and his eyes were shifting, hoping he would not cause a ruckus and gain attention from Hogwart's cleaning slave, Filch.
Just as he thought this precaution in his head, he tripped over Mrs. Norris.
"RAAWRGH!" Mrs. Norris seemed to explode in shock and anger. Harry's eyes bugged out as he tripped over the feline, and onto his face.
"Ow," He winced and picked himself up. To his horror, several thing revealed themselves to him. For one, cat hair was strewn across the floor. Two, his cloak had fallen off. And the most fearful thing that was presented, was Filch, standing a few yards away, wondering how the hell Harry Potter had magically appeared from out of nowhere. Harry gasped and squeezed down on his sacred map.
Filch kinda just starred at him. Harry winced, wondering what kind of horrible yelling Filch would dive into. But for a few awkward moments, nothing came. Harry opened his eyes again. Filch had not moved. Harry snorted.
"Aren't you going to grab my ear and pull me down to Snape's office and beat me with a ruler or something?" Harry asked, hastily picking up his cloak. Filch shrugged in apathy.
"Not really," He said quietly, but still audible. Harry quirked an eye brow at him.
"Why?"
"I was told that if I stop acting like a gerbil is up my ass, I'd receive a Klondike bar," Filch smiled happily, and licked his lips. Harry nearly fainted.