Twenty Five Cent Ring
By: Knucklehead McSpazatron
Summary: Harry had to have at least one friend before Hogwarts. A short series of drabbles depicting a possible venue of Harry's childhood.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and her affiliates. I happen to be a 13 year old insane middle school student. But, that doesn't mean it's not mine! …ok yes it does.
Chapter Six: The Ring
Harry took a deep breath. This was it. Raven's birthday was today, he only had one hour before he had to meet her at the cabin. This was his last chance. He glared at the elusive prize, a plastic ring of the silver and purple variety, encased in one of those, impossible-to-open-unless-you-break-it containers that came out of the machines in front of the grocery store. Every quarter he had ever found had gone into this machine and the ring WOULD NOT COME OUT! On the bright side, he now had enough plastic jewelry to fill a toilet. He should know, he had tried it once, just to see what would happen. He took another deep breath, the clerk gave him an odd look. Closing his eyes, he inserted his last quarter. Something clattered loudly and he cracked open one eye. THE RING! Now, how to open it…