Harry's Troubles
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me, although I can still dream...
Chapter One: The Chocolate
Harry went into the sweet shop, Honeydukes, and saw it.
The big, giant bar of Honeyduke's own homemade chocolate.
He drooled and made a little puddle on the floor. Honeydukes' caretaker had to clean it up.
The price tag on the bar said it cost fifteen galleons. Harry had kind of spent all his money on sweets.
"Why did I buy all those tacky gimmicky sweets when I could have bought this lovely bar of creamy chocolate?" he wailed.
"What about the bank, kid?" the caretaker asked.
"I can't get to Diagon Alley right now! I must earn some money!" Harry ran out of the shop and looked in every other shop window. In The Three Broomsticks there was a job vacancy sign.
Barmaid wanted.
Pay: Ten galleons per shift (five hours).
"That's the job for me!" Harry dashed into the pub and took the job. He had to wear a frilly pink apron and serve cocktails to big burly wizards. Harry didn't mind the uniform. It very much suited him.
"Harry! Two grapefruit punches for these guys!" Madam Rosmerta called over.
"Coming up Rosmerta!" Harry quickly mixed two punches and skidded them down the bar. They slopped all over the counter.
"Harry you stupid plonker! I'm demoting you to table-scrubbing-woman, and your pay is now five galleons a day!" Madam Rosmerta screamed.
"Aaaaaawww, making cocktails was fun!" Harry grabbed a sponge and began to clean the tables.
"Oooooh! Do I know you?" asked a voice.
Harry turned round and Draco Malfoy was stood there looking flirty.
"Oooooh, I think you do, Draco!" Harry fluttered his eyelids.
"Eeurgh, Potter! Yuck, I thought you were a woman!" Draco screamed, running from the pub.
At the end of the shift, Harry received a big fat envelope containing five galleons.
"Are you working tomorrow, Harry?" Rosmerta asked.
"I can't it's Monday!" Harry wailed in dismay, "I will sneak up next Saturday."
He made his way back to Hogwarts where Ron and Hermione were finishing their last-minute homework.
"Have you done that Potions Essay, mate?" Ron asked.
"No, when's it due in?" Harry asked.
"Tomorrow."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" Harry shrieked like a cissy.
"Harry, don't be mean to cissies!" Hermione tutted.
Harry grabbed a quill, parchment and ink and scribbled down a short essay about moonstones and doxy plop.
"There, that ought to do it," he sighed in relief, dropping his quill and rolling up his essay.
"What about the Transfiguration one?"
"You WHAT?"
"Hehe just kidding you, mate!" Ron laughed.
"But we really do have that astronomy star chart," Hermione reminded them.
"EEEEEEEEEK!" Harry grabbed some fresh parchment and drew a pretty picture of some twinkly stars.
"That's nice, Haz!" Ron grinned.
