Disclaimer: I am (obviously) not JK Rowling... All characters belong to HER
A/N: Gahhh! Sorry it took so long, first few weeks of high school, na no da, and that caused some writer's block (it made me lose my stupidness required to write this fic...). Well, anyway, now I have the time and energy to write this now, so thus we will proceed. Thank you for reading this still and hopefully it wont take me as long to update next time ...Oh yeah, and no, I don't do crack, but I do feel as though I am on it enough of the time
Chapter 6: Trevor's A Moron
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A few hours later, Trevor was sitting on the large bed, quite bored. He had agreed to stay there for the rest of Neville's classes, only after being persuaded with candy and other amusing things by Ron and Neville.
"I'm so bored..." Trevor groaned. He sighed and lay down; hoping his Neville was ok. He was so bored and none of the objects in the room would talk to him like he hoped they would. He had already tried to strike up a conversation with a shoe, a bed and a floorboard, but none seemed to like him.
"That's fine with me..." He said fiercely, turning to look at all the objects he had talked to. "I don't need you! Or you...or even... Ooo, what's dat!" He had suddenly spotted a bag on the floor that read; "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
Trevor of course couldn't read but that didn't stop him from being interested. He crawled warily over to the bag and stuck his nose in. He looked around and saw many assorted "candies."
"FOOD!" He cried gleefully, as if he hadn't eaten in weeks, not a mere 20 minutes, and stuffed his face with the small wrapped assorted candy, wrappers and all, not being able to read the warnings or labels.
After a few handfuls, he stopped, feeling strange. He shook uncontrollably and turned towards a nearby mirror. He saw his head change into some strange kind of bird with red feathers and a sharp beak.
After being a toad for so many years, he had grown horrified of all birds and snakes of any kind. So naturally, Trevor, being who he was, went berserk.
"Gwaahhh!" He screamed, but it came out a squawking sound. That scared Trevor even more and the frightened toad boy ran around, knocking things over, leaving feathers everywhere.
"THE BIRD'S GONNA KILL ME!" He screamed and ran out of the common room, scaring the fat lady in the portrait immensely. He ran into walls and ran through the hallways, trying to find Neville, who he was sure could save him.
With his still acute senses, he picked up Neville's scent and turned rapidly, cawing uncontrollably, and leaving a large pile of feathers behind him.
He finally made it to the classroom where he could sense Neville. Unaware that all around, the doors to other classrooms where opening and teachers were sticking their heads out to see what the commotion was.
Trevor fumbled with the doorknob to the room Neville was in, when he finally opened it, he charged in and tackled Neville to the ground. Everyone was gaping at him, including Professor Flitwick and Ron.
"NEVVVYYYY! SAVE MEEEEEEE FROM THE EVIL BIRDD! PWEASE!" he cried out and hugged Neville close.
Ron looked over, eyes wide. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" He asked in a horrified voice, getting looks from Hermione and Harry. Neville's eyes opened wide as he stared around to everyone in the room, who were all staring back at them.
Ron looked almost as horrified as Neville. They were currently in Charms with the Ravenclaws, reviewing levitation charms and color changing charms. Suddenly he heard a sharp voice from the doorway shout
"STUPIFY!" A light hit Trevor and he was knocked out cold, his face turning back to its normal form a few seconds later. Neville looked over to see Professor McGonagall with her wand raised and pointed towards Trevor, who was still on top of him. Only now, he was unconscious.
The stern professor strode over to Neville and pulled Trevor off of him.
"You alright, Longbottom?" She asked as she carelessly dropped the toad prince onto the ground.
Neville nodded and McGonagall used a quick cleaning spell to clean up the scattered feathers. She then glared at Neville.
"Then can you explain just what is going on?" She asked harshly, motioning to Trevor's limp body.
Neville sighed, knowing that this charade was over with and nodded once again, his head and heart feeling heavy as he glanced over at the pale, unconscious man lying on the ground next to him, wishing he didn't see it.
McGonagall glanced around at the other students who were still looking quite shell-shocked. "Alright, we'll take it up with the headmaster for now. Follow me, Longbottom. You too Weasley, as you seem to know about this situation as well. Flitwick, you may continue your class."
She then cast a levitating charm on Trevor's body, making it lift effortlessly into the air and follow her. She then led Ron, Neville, and Trevor's floating body out of the classroom. She walked quickly, not taking a moment's break as they sped through the long corridors to Dumbledore's office.
Neville and Ron exchanged nervous glances as they walked. Neville was scared he would lose the toad boy he had become so attached to. He was still confused about how he felt about Trevor. Especially with his seemingly schizophrenic/bi polar personality, he didn't quite know how to feel.
But he did know that he cared very much for his Toad Prince, and wouldn't let any harm come to him.
Minutes later, they arrived at the gargoyles outside of Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagall walked hastily up to it.
"Chocolate Covered Raisins." She said and the statue sprang to life, moving aside. She then turned around to face Neville and Ron.
"Hurry in you two." She said, gazing warily at the strange floating boy. Neville and Ron nodded then walked in nervously, followed by McGonagall and the floating Trevor.
Dumbledore looked up from something he was writing and smiled when he saw Neville, Ron and Professor McGonagall. He couldn't see Trevor from where he was seated.
"Ah Minerva, young Neville and Ron." He greeted the three. "What brings you two here?" McGonagall stepped aside so Dumbledore could properly see Trevor.
"This... Person came running through the halls apparently searching for him." She motioned to Neville, who was rocking back and forth nervously on his feet. Minerva continued.
"Longbottom and Weasley seem to know who this person is, so I took them here instead of further interrupting Sprout's lesson." She said in her ever so strict tone. Dumbledore sat back. That hadn't been what he had expected.
He looked at Neville who was clearly at a loss, then to Ron who looked equally flustered and then to McGonagall who was impatiently waiting for a reply. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Lemon Drop anyone?" He asked and suddenly the "unconscious" Trevor sprung to life at an incredible speed.
"OOO! OOO! ME! ME! I WANT ONE! GIMME!" He fell to the ground, and then stood up, stumbling over nothing as he ran to Dumbledore's desk. Neville sighed and grabbed Trevor's arm as he ran by, causing the green haired boy to almost fall on his face. Neville held tight as Trevor tried his hardest to reach the candy.
"Professor Dumbledore, this is... Trevor. He's… Not really a toad..." He said in an unsure voice. McGonagall snorted.
"You actually want us to believe that, Longbottom?" She asked disbelievingly. Ron looked over to her.
"It's true though Professor! Really...I didn't believe it at first either, bu- ..."
"That's enough Weasley." McGonagall interrupted. "You will stop with this nonsense and tell the truth." She said sternly.
"But we are! This is Neville's toad!"
"Honestly! What spell does he have you two under?"
"He doesn't have us under a spell. He really is my toad!" The three of them argued, Trevor tried to escape Neville's grip, and Dumbledore just kept watching, his patience running out.
"Quiet!" Dumbledore finally said sharply. He looked over to Trevor, who was now pleading quietly for "his Nevvy" to let him go.
"What's your name?" He asked Trevor warmly, in a voice he'd use for a three-year-old. Trevor grinned.
"IIIIII AMMMM TREEVVOORRRR!" He cried triumphantly and then he grinned importantly, which was followed by his stomach grumbling loudly.
"I WANT FOOD PWEASE!" He whined. Neville glared at him, wishing he could act normal for just two seconds while being addressed by the headmaster. Dumbledore smiled.
"Well then, here, take the whole bowl. Minerva, you may go now. I'll take care of things from here." He said and with that, McGonagall quickly left the room. As soon as she left the room, Trevor lunged, grabbing the bowl of Lemon Drops and stuffing his face full, grinning contently.
Neville groaned and Ron managed a little grin. Dumbledore smiled at Trevor and cleared his throat.
"What are you doing here?" He asked kindly. Trevor swallowed the candy in his mouth loudly and stood.
"I WAS A TOAD! THEN... I WASN'T!" he cried out like that explained everything and started eating again. Neville sighed.
"Sir, he was turned into my toad by his family and was stuck like that. He says he comes from a far off castle and has a scar of a dragon on his chest." Neville informed the headmaster. Trevor nodded in agreement.
"Yrf! thfst mref!" He said with a mouthful of candy, still grinning that trademark grin of his.
Dumbledore scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Well, know of a far off kingdom called the Celestial kingdom. (a/n: corny na no da If you have any suggestions, contact me through the email in my profile.) The Kingdom has five clans. I myself am descended from one of them. There are several books in the restricted section of the library that I can give you permission to read." He said leaning back comfortably in his chair once again.
Neville and Ron were both surprised Dumbledore had divulged that much information to them. Trevor finished the last piece of candy and burped loudly.
"Thanks mister old guy!" He said, smiling pleasantly. Neville cringed at his rudeness, but Dumbledore just smiled.
"I've been called batty old codger, but mister old guy is a first." Dumbledore chuckled. Trevor smiled importantly.
"I'm creative!" He boasted and knocked over the bowl of candy with his elbow. He looked horrified for a brief moment at the sight before picking the candies up and eating them anyway.
"Um... Professor Dumbledore? What are we supposed to uh, tell people about him?" Ron asked. Neville looked over concernedly at Dumbledore, hoping Dumbledore would even let Trevor remain here.
"Well now, that is a difficult question. Give me just a second." He scratched his beard, pondering different solutions.
Trevor had gotten bored and had started looking around the room, studying its contents. He then suddenly spotted Fawkes, who was stretching his fiery wings. He jumped on top of Neville, sending them both crashing to the ground.
"IT'S GONNNAAA AKILLLLLL MEEEEEE NEEVVVYYY!" He cried loudly and hugged the brown haired boy tightly. Neville tried to yell, but it was muffled against Trevor's chest. Ron ran over and pried the prince off Neville. Trevor in turn attached himself to Ron.
"RONNYY! SAVE MEEE!" He cried, hanging onto Ron tightly.
"BLOODY HELL! IT'S NOT GONNA HURT YOU NOW THAT YOUR A HUMAN UNLESS YOU PROVOKE IT TO!" Ron shouted frustrated. Trevor instantly let go.
"REA-LLY?" He asked, with his eyes sparkling and an innocent face of a child.
"YES!" Ron told him.
"REA-LLY?" Trevor asked again.
"You're REA-LLY pissing me off..." Ron said, forgetting Dumbledore's presence. Trevor gasped.
"OOOO YOUU SWORREEE!" Trevor said tauntingly, in a way that a young child would (of course).
"Yeah, and I'll swear again if I want to!" Ron said angrily, beginning to get even more frustrated than he already was. Trevor frowned, tears in his eyes.
"YOU HATE ME!" He cried out. Ron blinked, a little stunned by Trevor's outburst, although he knew he should have expected it.
"Never said that mate, just said...-" His semi apology was cut off by a sob.
"HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME HATE ME!" Trevor sobbed out.
"No I don't..." Ron sighed.
"Yes you do!"
"No... Actually I don't..."
"YEAHHHHH!"
"No..."
"Yeah!"
"No..."
"UHUH!"
"NOO--"
"YOU GUYS! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORES BEEN TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION FOR THREE MINUTES!" Neville uncharacteristically (smart word alert ) yelled. They both turned to Dumbledore, who was watching them with amusement.
"Well, now that that's settled... I have an idea. Ron, Neville. I trust you two haven't told anyone about Trevor, is that correct?" He asked and the two boys in question who nodded. "Good! Then we can keep him here. But do not tell people he's Trevor." Trevor frowned at this.
"Y-you mean... I'm an imposter Trevor! I-I'm... not... not... real!" He asked and then started tearing.
"N-no Trev... What he means is that we don't tell anyone you were my toad...you can come up with a fake name for a while." Neville told him calmly, in his "talking to a little kid" voice. Trevor sniffled and hugged Neville.
"OK!" He said ecstatically, clinging onto Neville. "B-but... what if, I become the person who I'm supposed to act like and I am a different person than Trevor a-a-and bad stuff happens and-and-and-and- and...!" Trevor fell asleep mid-sentence, standing. Neville shook him, needing for Trevor to be able to hear the rest of Dumbledore's plan. Trevor awoke with a start.
"NOOO NOT THE IGUANA!" He hollered and fell over onto the floor. Trevor sat up stupidly and grinned. Dumbledore looked at him.
"Now, from experience, I know that if the people from the Dragon Kingdom find out your here and not a toad, I assure you they will get quite angry. So we're going to have to give you a new name and create a past for you to tell people here. What would you like your name to be?" Dumbledore asked him kindly.
Trevor thought again, which looked painful as ever.
"TUNA HOTDOG MCGEE! THAT'S THE BEST NAME EVER!" He cried with glee and started to giggle. Ron glared at him.
"That's not a name, it's a meal. Get serious here." He said and Trevor gasped loudly and over-exaggerating. The headmaster's eyes twinkled.
"Well now, I have an idea." He picked up the sorting hat, which was on its normal, nearby stool and unwrinkled it a bit.
"This hat can be used for more than just sorting people into houses." He handed it to Trevor who snatched it away. "Just place it on your head Trevor." Dumbledore instructed. Trevor did as he was told (for once).
"Well, well, so this is the Dragon Clan Prince." The hat said. Trevor growled. "I KNOW YOU ARE... BUT WHAT AM I!" He said loudly and smugly. If the sorting hat had eyes, he would have rolled them.
"Let's see... A new name... Hmm... I could be cruel, or I could be logical... "The hat pondered tauntingly.
Trevor whimpered pathetically, shifting a bit where he was sitting.
"Aww! Please don't be mean to me..." Trevor begged pathetically.
"Well, well, well. Let me see... I think a good name for you is... Ty!" The sorting hat screamed the name Ty out. Trevor sighed.
"It's almost as cool as Tuna Hotdog McGee. I guess..." Trevor said depressed. Neville hugged him.
"It's much cooler.'' Neville told him reassuringly and Trevor smiled.
"Well now that that's settled, we need a last name for him."
"TUNA HOTDOG MCGEE!" Trevor said again. Ignoring him, everyone else thought while Trevor asked them what was wrong with that as a last name. Finally Dumbledore said.
"How about Katimo?"
Neville and Ron nodded in agreement with the name, liking the sound of it. Trevor pouted over the lack of the words tuna, hotdog, and McGee, but nodded sullenly anyway.
"Alright now, you and I will tell everyone here that you are an exchange student from a different country... Umm... Let's say... Well, you have an accent similar to an American's, so let's leave it at America. Now, you are to tell people that you were taught at home by a tutor and have lived in American all your life." He said, eyes still twinkling. Trevor smiled.
"Heh heh, your eyes are all shiny!" He cried out with glee. Ron snorted and Neville groaned in embarrassment.
"What will we tell Professor McGonagall?" Ron asked. The headmaster pondered a moment.
"You leave that to me. Now you all take "Ty" back to the common room. Lunch is not far off, so your housemates should be there shortly. Just tell them what I told you to and you should be all set." Dumbledore said.
Ron and Neville nodded. Trevor leapt over to Dumbledore and hugged him tightly. "THANK YOU MISTER OLD GUY!" He cried happily before jumping in between Neville and Ron, putting his arms around them both of their shoulders and forcing them out of the door.
Dumbledore smiled at the door nostalgically. "Ahh, my great grandson..."
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A/N: NEVER SAW THAT COMIN' DIDJYA! DIDJYA! BWAHAHAHAHAAA! falls asleep in mid-laugh I think I'm turning into Trevor... Again, sorry for the delays... Now that I'm semi-used to the school and homework load, I should be able to update much sooner.
