The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?

By Spectra16

A/N: It was brought to my attention that I had forgotten to include Harry from having a chapter. How strange. . . Well, this is that chapter. And you already have been warned that I bash him quite often.

Disclaimer: This chapter may be more than a page long, depending on how detailed I make it.

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Chapter Fifteen: What Would Harry Potter Do For A Klondike Bar?

Before Harry had been admitted in Hogwarts, he spent most of his time in a cupboard under the Dursley's stairs. His parents had been killed in a tragic "car accident", and his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia treated him as if there were no such thing as social workers.

"Oh well," Harry squeaked and continued to play with some sock puppets he had fashioned. Uncle Vernon seemed to have heard the two word monologue and kicked the door.

"SHUT UP IN THERE!"

Harry wandered through the hallways of Hogwarts, Slytherins (mostly Malfoy) making fun of him, and the rest of the school avoiding him because of the Chamber of Secrets being opened. Still, Harry's spirits weren't crushed. He skipped along, singing "Down By the River Side".

Harry stood face to face with the wizard that had slaughtered his parents, sitting through his boring speech about how he was reborn and such. Harry tapped his foot a little, and when Voldemort was done with his lecture, Harry fought him off with a dead peer of his. He returned to Hogwarts with Cedric. He stood up and started smiling.

"I kicked Voldemort's ass!" he cheered, as everyone was wondering why Cedric had decided, now of all times, to take a nap.

Harry read a letter from Sirius during his fifth year. Sirius seemed very cross. The letter said something about Dumbledore didn't care about Harry anymore and was going to join the Death Eaters. Oh yeah, and I'm dead.

Harry put the letter down and smiled.

"At least I'm getting a Klondike bar!" Harry smiled widely as everyone wonders why he's not bitching and complaining about why his life sucks, or why he's not crying, or why he's not trying to get into Cho's pants.