Disclaimer: I do not own Percy or any other Harry potter characters. Where the Red Fern Grows does not belong to me.
Chapter 11
I refuse to name this poor creature Lucky or Prince because that is just nonsense. If he were lucky, he would have four good legs instead of three with the fourth trailing behind. If he were lucky, he would have a family with kids to play with instead of having to relay on me to save him. Nevertheless, he still deserves to have a name. That at least is something I can give to him. So here, I am watching him roll his ball across the floor of my flat trying to think of a name for him. He reminds me of my favorite story when I was ten years old. It was Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls. Old Dan in the book was faithful and the best dog you could ask for. Maybe just Dan would do. There he has a name now. Tomorrow I will get him a collar and nametag but right now, it is time for me to start cooking.
I am just sitting down to eat when the doorbell rings. I hate doorbells. Whenever I answer then it is usually someone I do not wish to see. I consider not answering, but this person seems to be persistent and is not letting go of the doorbell. I stomp to the door if only to get some quite. I honestly do not know who I was expecting perhaps my mom or some other family member. I certainly was not expecting Lupen.