Chapter Two: Results and Rewards
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Harry Potter.
The next morning, Harry handed in his stupid Potions essay and got a 'D'.
"Oh, I got an 'O'! Aren't I just so brilliant!" Hermione squealed.
"No," Ron snarled, "I got another 'P'."
"For 'Poor'?" Harry asked.
"No, 'Poo'," Ron snapped.
"Oh, well I got 'D'. I think it means 'Definately better than the rest!'!"
"No, Harry! It means 'Dog Doo'," Hermione sighed.
Harry had got a rubbish mark and he stil didn't have the money for the chocolate.
At the end of the day, Harry saw a poster. It said 'Missing Toad. Will pay ten galleons for its return!'.
Harry spent the rest of the evening searching for a toad. He found it squashed under an upturned statue.
"Trevor! Oh, Trevor, my poor little boy!" Neville snatched Trevor off Harry, "You killed Trevor! I hate you!"
"Ah, Neville, Neville, Neville! I should have known it was you who put the poster up!" Harry grinned, "So, what about that reward?"
"You - you SAT on my toad!" Neville yelled, "You stink!" He punched Harry in the mouth and ran away, howling.
Hary sat and cried. He checked his pockets and felt his five galleons.
"Five down and ten to go," he muttered sadly.
"Hehehehehehehehehehe!" A voice cackled.
"Oh no, that sounds like that polter-pest Peeeeeeeeeves!" Harry screeched.
"Yeah, I know!" Peeves cackled, "I'm a right polter-pest, aren't I? What are you up to, potty?"
"I don't have five galleons," Harry hicupped, shoving the gold back in his pocket.
"Oh, OK." Peeves, being the plonker that he is, drifted off.
"Phew, I'm tired!" Harry made his way to his dormitory and went to sleep.
He had a dream...
Ron was doing the cancan on a giant clam. It opened and ate him, then spat out a treasure chest full of gold...
"Cool!" Harry cried, waking himself up, "I MUST find that tresure!"
And, forgetting the treasure didn't exist, Harry set off.
