Hello readers! Get ready for a long one! :D This was pretty fun to write. Well, they're all pretty fun to write. I LOVE writing Harold Plodder! I'm definitely doing a second book, so get excited! Anyway lemme stop blabbering so you can read this chapter. Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J. K. Rowling's awesome ideas, but I DO own the following: Everlasting Ice Cream, Mutant Strawberry Smoothie, Puffy the three-headed cat, Dunderbore's prized bunny slipper collection, Don's singing abilities, Strangle Pillows, that dumb riddle I came up with, Don's ability to knock himself out with a door, and Harold's bravery. YAY READ NOW!
Chapter 16: The Epic Trapdoor Adventure
Looking back on it, Harold had no idea how he managed to get through all his exams while freaking out that Moldywart was going to break into Pigzits. In addition, it was so hot that he was surprised the school didn't melt. During his Charms exam, Professor Fitflick had gladly given in to the students' complaints and turned the classroom into a temporary igloo. The students were allowed to snack on some Everlasting Ice Cream while they worked.
Exams were taken extremely seriously at Pigzits. The students were given special quills that emitted large high-pitched squeaks if the student was cheating. Along with the written part, the students were required to do a practical as well. Professor Fitflick had them make popsicles dance across a desk, while Professor McGummable gave them a guinea pig and told them to transfigure it into a wicker basket. Snake caused many students to burst into tears, as he spent the entire practical swooping around the room and glaring at students while they tried to remember how to concoct a Memory Loss potion.
Finally, when exams were over, Harold, Don, and Heidi walked down to the lake and relaxed underneath a droopy tree. Harold tried to ignore the shooting pains from his scar by watching the Weezy twins and Steve Gordon poke the tentacles of a giant octopus, which was floating lazily on the surface of the water.
"Harold, if you're gong to sit here and gasp with pain every five seconds, maybe you should go to the nurse," said Heidi as Harold clapped his hand to his forehead yet again.
"I'm not sick!" he snapped. "It's a warning, or something -"
"Yeah, a warning that you're going insane," mumbled Don.
"I'm not going insane!"
"Well something's going on up there -"
"Oh shut up you two," said Heidi sharply. "It's just exam stress wearing off, it'll go away."
Harold shook his head, then wished he hadn't as another pain pierced his scar. Something was up. He could feel it. Literally. Something was fishy about Hagger…but he would never betray Dunderbore…unless….
"Holy crap!" yelled Harold. He leaped up and started running down the hill.
"Dude, come back!" Don chased after him.
"Wait, wait! Wait for me!" gasped Heidi. Harold looked back and saw her trying to stuff all her notes and markers into her backpack while running.
"Hurry up!" snapped Harold. "We've got to go and see Hagger now!"
"But why?" Don puffed, swinging his arms back and forth to gain momentum.
"Don't you realize how weird it is that some random guy just happened to have a dragon, and happened to find Hagger, who's always wanted one? I can't believe I didn't realize this before!"
"What are you talking about?" gasped Heidi, finally catching up, but Harold didn't answer. He put on another burst of speed, but tripped over a tree root and collapsed to the ground. Don and Heidi tripped over him and went flying, Don yelling, "MOMMY!" The three of them rolled ungracefully down the hill and crashed in a heap at Hagger's feet.
"Nice of yeh to drop by," said Hagger, grinning. "I guess now that exams are over yeh want ter rough it up a bit?"
"Not now, Hagger," Harold groaned, struggling to stand up. Hagger rolled his eyes and in one swift motion grabbed the top of Harold's head and lifted him effortlessly to his feet. Then he did the same to Don and Heidi.
"Now, what brings yeh here?" he asked, going back to shucking three-foot-long ears of corn. "Want some mutant strawberry smoothie?"
"Oh, yes," drooled Don, but Harold cut him off.
"No, Hagger, we don't have time. Could you -"
"How could yeh not have time fer me famous mutant strawberry smoothie?" gasped Hagger incredulously.
Ten minutes later a very annoyed Harold and grateful Don and Heidi were sitting at a large picnic table with oversized glasses of mutant strawberry smoothie.
"Thank you Hagger," said Heidi, sipping the smoothie through a Blue's Clues straw.
"No problem, you three. Now, what is it that yeh need, Harold?"
Harold got straight to the point. "Do you remember anything about the night you won Banana? What did that stranger look like?"
Hagger furrowed his brow. "Dunno," he mused. "The guy was wearin' this big black cloaky thing, and he wouldn't take it off."
He caught sight of Harold, Don, and Heidi's looks of shock and backpedaled. "Well, that's not unusual, yeh know, that's how everyone dresses down at The Pig's Butt."
Harold choked on his smoothie. "Excuse me?"
"The Pig's Butt," Hagger repeated. "That's the name of the tavern we were in."
Don burst out laughing. Heidi looked downright disgusted.
"Never mind that," Harold snapped, kicking Don under the table, which unfortunately only made him laugh harder. "What did you guys talk about?"
Hagger furrowed his brow again. "Well, let's see…I told him that I worked at Pigzits as Gamekeeper…an' how I loved magical creatures…uh…gawd it's hard to remember, he kept buyin' me drinks…well…he wanted to know what kinda creatures I looked after, so I told him about Puffy -"
"Puffy? What about Puffy?" Harold demanded.
Hagger looked taken aback. "Gawd I don't know! He wanted to know if Puffy was hard to look after, so I told him hell no, as long as yeh got a decent singin' voice he'll fall right to sleep!"
Harold, Don, and Heidi stared at each other, horrorstruck.
"No - I shouldn't 'ave told yeh that!" yelped Hagger, waving the corn around so the stringy stuff flew everywhere. "Don't - wait - where yeh goin'? Come back! Yeh didn't finish these here smoothies!" But the three of them were already racing back to the school. They didn't speak until they had reached the entrance hall.
"We have to tell Dunderbore," Harold gasped, clutching his chest. "It was either Snake or Moldywart under that cloaky thing and I bet it was easy for him to get Hagger drunk -"
"Really, it's not that hard," Don agreed. "We did it."
"Good point," said Harold. "Now where's Dunderbore's office?"
The three of them stared around the hallway frantically, as though looking for a big neon sign that said to Dunderbore's Office. No one had ever mentioned to the first years where it was.
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to -"
"Plodder! Weezy! Grace! What are you doing inside?" Professor McGummable was striding down the hallway towards them, carrying an armload of multicolored bunny slippers.
Heidi took a deep breath and seemed to steel herself. "We need to see Professor Dunderbore!"
"See Professor Dunderbore?" Professor McGummable repeated.
"See Professor Dunderbore!" Heidi nodded empathetically.
"Why do you want to see Professor Dunderbore?" asked Professor McGummable.
Harold stepped in. "We, uh - can't tell you. It's kind of a…secret."
Professor McGummable rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, but Professor Dunderbore left ten minutes ago. The Magical Ministry sent him an owl and he flew off to Boston."
"He's gone?" gasped Don, looking horrified.
"Yes, he's gone. He entrusted me to look after his prized collection of bunny slippers while he was away." Professor McGummable eyed the fuzzy objects in her arms and rolled her eyes again.
"Professor, look, this is important," begged Harold, throwing caution to the winds, "it's about the Alchemist's Rock!"
Professor McGummable gasped loudly, and the countless bunny slippers tumbled from her arms. Most of them emitted loud squeaks when they hit the floor. Some started shooting fireworks. One pair caught on fire. And one pair started singing. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family -"
"SHUT UP!" roared McGummable, and surprisingly, the singing, squeaking, exploding, and burning stopped. Slowly, she turned to Harold.
"Now Harold," she said quietly. "Students are not supposed to know about the Rock."
"Well students aren't supposed to eat ice cream during exams, are they?" Harold challenged.
"What?"
"Never mind," said Harold quickly. "Professor, please, I think - I know - that someone's trying to steal the Rock. We have to get Dunderbore back!"
"Professor Dunderbore will be back tomorrow," said McGummable shortly. "Until then, go outside, get a tan, and stop worrying about the Rock. It's perfectly safe." And with that, she scooped up the bunny slippers and strutted away.
"Great. Just great." muttered Don.
"I don't believe this!" exclaimed Harold. "It's going to happen tonight, I know it, Snake probably sent that note to Dunderbore and got him out of his way, and he knows everything else about the enchantments -"
"What enchantments?" whispered a voice right behind them.
Don jumped backward with shock and crashed right into Snake. The two of them toppled to the ground, Don on his hands and knees on Snake's chest.
"Uh - sorry - didn't see you there," mumbled Don, his face bright red.
"Get off me, Weezy!" snarled Snake, struggling to his feet. Don rolled off onto the floor and didn't bother helping the potions master stand up.
"You three seem to be sneaking around too much lately," Snake whispered. "Well let me tell you something - if I catch you having a nighttime stroll once more, I'll kick you out of this school myself!"
"You can try," snapped Harold.
"I will succeed," Snake retorted.
"Yeah, right!" Don snorted.
"Shut up you two," hissed Heidi, and dragged them outside by their collars.
"We have to follow Snake," said Harold, massaging his neck. "Heidi, go follow him."
"Don't tell me what to do!" she cried indignantly.
"Yeah, Heidi, you do it," Don grunted.
"Why me? Why don't you two do it?"
"Because we don't want to."
"Why you little -"
"Now, now, Heidi, we don't need to be strangling Don yet," said Harold quickly, removing Heidi's hands from around Don's throat. "Heidi, you can wait outside the staffroom and if Snake sees you, you can say that you're waiting for Professor Fitflick or something."
"Why would I do that?" said Heidi slowly.
"Oh, Professor Fitflick," mimicked Don in a high, squeaky voice. "I'm oh so sad! Please help me! I'm sure I failed my whole exam! I don't know anything! You need to help me! I need some moral support! I'm getting depressed! I -"
"Don, shut up, I get it!" growled Heidi, red in the face.
"So you go do that, and me and Don will go patrol the third floor hallway," Harold agreed.
But unfortunately they couldn't get anywhere near the third floor hallway. Professor McGummable seemed to have anticipated their next move, and was waiting at the top of the stairway to the third floor. She screamed and threw enlarged flaming bunny slippers at their heads while Sneeze, who had heard the commotion, joined in with his paintball gun. Covered in paint and burns, they staggered back to the Diffindor living room, Don saying, "Gosh, good thing Heidi's on Snake's tail," and no sooner had they sank into the couch when Heidi burst through the portrait hole.
"Oh my goodness!" she gasped. "I failed! Snake came out and asked why I was wasting my time standing there, and I said I was waiting for Fitflick, so he's all well then I'll just go get him for you, shall I? and he walked off and I just got away!"
"Well then it all comes down to this." Harold stood up dramatically and brushed soot off his shirt. "I'm going down there before him."
"No Harold! You can't!" wailed Heidi, throwing herself at him and sobbing.
"Why not?" asked Harold, thinking, huh, maybe she think's I could die down there.
"You could get expelled!" she cried. Harold's daydream evaporated, and he exploded.
"So? So? Who cares about getting expelled now? If Moldywart comes back, it won't matter whether I'm expelled or sitting here in school! He's still going to find me! And who knows, he'll probably turn this place into a Dark Arts school! So I'm going through that trapdoor and I don't care what you say, got it? He killed my parents!"
"You're right, Harold," whispered Heidi.
"He killed my parents!" wailed Harold, tears coming to his eyes. "He killed my parents!"
"We know, Harold!" said Don.
"Nooooo! He killed my parents! WAAAAAA! WAAAAA-"
"HAROLD PLODDER!" roared Heidi. She swung her arm back and slapped Harold across the face so hard his face snapped to the side. Heidi pushed him into the couch and got in his face.
"Now you listen to me," she said in a quiet, yet terrifying voice. "You are going to stop crying right now, you hear? Not in five minutes, now. And you're going to get that Blankie and cover the three of us and save the world, with us. Because we're not leaving you to go by yourself. And if I hear any crying at all during the adventure, I'm gonna smack you into next week! Got it?"
Harold just stared at her in shock.
"Harold!"
"Got it," he choked out.
"Good." Heidi smiled sweetly. "Now you two try not to do anything stupid while I find some spells that might be useful."
"Harold?" whispered Don after she walked away.
"Yeah?"
"Heidi scares me."
After dinner, the three stayed incognito in the living room. It wasn't hard, since everyone still hated them for losing all those points. But Harold was starting to think that Heidi had officially gone crazy.
"I can still see you!" she hissed at Harold from underneath the couch.
"Heidi, we don't have to hide, no one cares about us!" Harold groaned, sprawled out underneath the coffee table.
"Pull your leg in more! Don, duck down, I can see your hair!"
Don rolled his eyes and tried his best to slide down behind a potted plant.
"Heidi, seriously, no one's here now, everyone went to bed!" gasped Harold, starting to feel claustrophobic.
"No! Nelson's still up, he doesn't go to bed until eleven fifty-five!"
"What time is it?"
"Eleven fifty-four."
"This is ridiculous," grumbled Don.
"Well he's probably in the dormitory now anyway, so let's go!" Harold slid out from under the coffee table. Don pushed the plant out of the way and stepped out in front of the fireplace.
"Fine," muttered Heidi, coming out from under the couch. "Let's go."
"Where're you going?" Nelson emerged from a chair in the corner.
"You idiots!" Heidi snapped at Harold and Don.
"Nothing, Nelson, we're just going to bed," said Don cheerily.
"Then why do you have the Invisibility Blankie?"
"I sleep with it -"
"No, Nelson, Harold and Don are escorting me to the bathroom," Heidi interrupted. Harold and Don laughed.
"No you're not! You're midnight wandering again, aren't you?" Nelson was freaking out. "Well guess what? You're not going! I won't let you! If you so much as move towards that portrait hole, I'll - I'll hit you! Hard!" He put up his fists.
Don looked sick. "Heidi…do something," he begged.
"Okay." Heidi whipped out her wand. "Freezus!"
A bright blue jet of light shot out of her wand and engulfed Nelson. The next second, he was completely trapped in a block of ice.
"Awesome!" cried Don.
"Okay, we can go now." Heidi led the way out of the portrait hole.
"Is that you, Harold, Don, Heidi?" asked the Fat Cat.
"Nope." Harold threw the Invisibility Blankie over the three of them, and they set off towards the third floor hallway.
On the way, they warded off countless hungry lions ("Uh oh, here comes Mrs. Morris again."), huge armies equipped with lethal weapons ("It's Sneeze and his paintball gun! Duck!"), horrible, wailing demons ("Go this way, the Fat Priest is coming the other way."), and giant, poisonous snails ("Ew! Snalfoy!"). Other than that, there were no major problems. Heidi opened the door using her spell, and they tiptoed inside.
Immediately the three-headed cat started to hiss and spit. Harold watched it get to its feet and raise a paw, as if ready to scratch their faces off.
"Quick! Someone start singing!" squeaked Heidi.
"I can't sing," said Harold quickly.
"Don! SING!"
"What?" Don looked terrified.
"SING!"
Don opened his mouth. "Ohhh say can you seeeeee? By the dawn's early liiiight?"
It was horrible, off-key, and screechy, but from the first word, Puffy's eyes (all six of them) started to close. With a purr loud enough to sound like a squadron of fighter jets, it sank to the floor, sheathing its claws.
"Keep going, keep going!" Heidi encouraged, going over to the trapdoor with Harold.
"Who's broad stripes and bright staaaaars, through the…uh…uh oh," Don broke off, mouthing, I can't remember the words!
"Sing something else!" hissed Heidi. Harold stayed completely still, half leaned over to reach the iron loop on the trapdoor, as Puffy's snarls filled the air again.
"What?" Don was panicking.
"ANYTHING!"
"Uh…Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Puffy, and please don't kill me!"
Puffy fell asleep again, and Don prattled on.
"Help me move his paw," whispered Harold. Together, he and Heidi gently lifted the creature's furry paw off of the trapdoor.
"I'm siiinging, and I'm in a stoooore, well no I'm noooot, I'm in the third floor hallwaaaay, and I'm siiinging, laaaa la lalala laaalaaaaaaa…"
Heidi unlocked the trapdoor, and it swung open with a creeeaak. Don sang louder.
"Take! Me out to the baaaaaallgame, take! Me out to the -"
"Don, we got it open, come on!"
Don started running towards them. "Buy me some…peanuts and…yeah I'm leaving good night!"
The three of them jumped into the hole just as Puffy started to growl. Harold felt cool air rushing past him, and a few seconds later they landed on something soft with a muffled FWOOP.
"Sweet. Soft landing," Don commented.
"What - these look like pillows!" said Harold, picking up a large purple one.
"Pillows? Really?" Don picked up a green one, bemused. "Who puts pillows at the bottom of a trapdoor leading to death traps?"
"I don't know, but I guess we're safe for now," said Harold.
He was wrong.
Suddenly, a bunch of pillows rose up into the air. It was a mesmerizing sight, all the colors of the rainbow in the form of pillows. Before the two boys had a chance to admire it, the pillows threw themselves at them and started hitting them across the face.
"Hey! What the - ow! OW!"
"Get off! No! Ouch! Aaaagh!"
"You idiots!" yelled Heidi, standing against the wall of the room. She had climbed out of the pillow pile as soon as she had landed, a suspicion forming in her mind. And she was right.
"These are Strangle Pillows!" she yelled at them. "How could you mistake them for real pillows?"
"Because they look like real pillows?" gasped Don while getting suffocated by a blue pillow.
"Help us, Heidi!" cried Harold, as a yellow pillow pushed his face into the pile.
"Okay okay - Strangle Pillows - Professor Fitflick said - what did he say - they don't like water!"
"So throw water on them!" Harold wheezed.
"Yeah, but there isn't a sink down here!"
"THERE ISN'T A SINK?" roared Don, punching the blue pillow. "ARE YOU CRAZY? YOU'RE A WITCH!"
"Oh yeah!" Heidi whipped out her wand, and a fountain of water spurted out, drenching everything. The pillows emitted high-pitched squeals and simultaneously bounced into a cabinet in the far wall. Harold and Don stood up, squeezing water out of their hair.
"Thanks, Heidi," said Harold.
"Yeah, you're lucky we didn't get suffocated," grumbled Don. "If I had died from being suffocated by a few pillows because you said there's no sink down here, I would have come to haunt you in the afterlife."
"Never mind that, let's go, we have to hurry." Harold led the way down the tunnel. The three of them lit their wands and found it easier to see where they were going. When they entered the next room, Harold and Don both stopped and looked at the floor first. Heidi rolled her eyes.
"Okay, there's no pillows here," Don reported.
"Look up," Heidi suggested.
Harold and Don looked up, looking nervous. The ceiling of the room was impossible to see - maybe there was no ceiling - because it looked just like outer space. Harold could see the planets in their solar system all circulating around the sun in the center. In addition, hundreds, maybe thousands of stars were flying around the room. Some were larger than others, and some were different colors. The door was on the other side of the room, and it had a tiny silver lock on it. The keyhole was in the shape of a star.
"Okay then," said Don. "We probably have to catch the right star and fit it in the lock to open the door, that's all."
"How are we going to do that?" demanded Heidi. "We're human, not birds. We can't fly!"
"There's broomsticks over there," said Harold, pointing to a table in the far corner of the room. There were four or five broomsticks laid across the top.
"Okay, here's the plan," whispered Don, as though the stars could hear him. "Me and Heidi can't fly well, so we'll just corner the star while you do the catching, Harold."
"Sound's good," Harold agreed. "Now when I say go, I want you to -"
Before he could finish that sentence, he was interrupted by the clinking of metal hitting against metal. The three of them whirled around and looked up. A small, silver star was being crashed into by a few larger, gold stars. It reminded Harold of a few thugs ganging up on a small kid on the playground. After a few more collisions, the silver star fell to the ground and lay there, twitching. Harold, Don, and Heidi stared at it.
"Well then," said Harold, putting the broom down. "Forget that plan. I guess I'll just unlock the door now." He strode forward, picked up the tiny star, and walked over to the door. When he put it in the lock, it clicked open, and Heidi turned the knob of the door. Harold put the star back on the ground, and he and Don followed Heidi into the next room.
The next room was so dark that they couldn't see anything at all. But as soon as Harold stepped forward the room was flooded with light, which revealed a shocking sight. The whole floor was an enormous Monopoly board.
"Wow!" cried Don, rushing to the "Go" spot. "Look at these pieces! They look like they're made out of solid iron! Look, we've got a three-headed cat, a pillow, a star, an ogre, a potion bottle, and a skull. Pretty neat, huh?"
"Yeah, really awesome," said Harold, sharing a concerned glance with Heidi. "But what do we have to do?"
"Well it's obvious, isn't it?" Don walked back to Harold. "We have to win to get to the door!"
"But that's going to take like three hours!" Heidi protested.
"Got any better ideas?"
"…No."
"Well then." Don clapped his hands together. "Since you guys suck at Monopoly, no offense, you have to listen to me, got it? It's three against three, so if one of us wins, we're across."
"Just tell us what to do, and we'll do it," said Harold determinedly.
"Okay…Heidi, you can be the cat, Harold, take the pillow, and I'll be the star."
It felt like the longest Monopoly game Harold had ever played, but maybe that was only because of how much time they had to save the world. Don directed Heidi and Harold around, helping them build and take over properties.
At last, Don managed to bankrupt the last piece, the skull. To Harold's astonishment, it opened its mouth wide and spat out a key. The key to the door.
"Yes! We did it, Harold!" Don grabbed the key and raced over to the door, Harold and Heidi right on his heels. He put it in the lock, and without warning the door banged open, smashing him against the wall.
"DON!" screamed Heidi.
The door slowly swung away from the wall, and Don collapsed to the ground. Heidi rushed to his side, checking his pulse. "I think the door knocked him out," she told Harold.
"Well we don't have time to carry him with us," Harold told her. "Let's leave him here. This is probably the safest room anyway."
Heidi dragged Don over to his piece, the star, and then followed Harold through the doorway.
A horrible smell filled the room. Coughing and spluttering, Harold and Heidi covered their noses and ran to the other side. Harold noticed an ogre laying on the floor in the center of the room, out cold.
"Come on, Heidi, he's unconscious, he won't hurt you," whispered Harold, seeing Heidi trembling with fear. He remembered Shrek only too well. Quickly, he steered her through the doorway.
The only things in this room were seven potion bottles sitting in a line on a table.
"Snake's, I think," said Harold, walking over to the table. As soon as they reached it, the perimeter of the room erupted into fire. The fire blocking the way ahead was purple, and the fire blocking the way back was blue.
"Hey, look!" Heidi exclaimed, pointing at the table. There was a piece of rolled up parchment laying in the middle. Harold unrolled it and Heidi read aloud.
"Five of these bottles are empty of liquid, but not of steam
Two of these bottles are empty of steam, but not of liquid
Each substance is invisible to the eye alone
A liquid put between two steams will transform to steam
A steam put between two liquids will transform to liquid
A liquid will put you in harm's way
A steam will keep you safe
The substance you choose must have been transformed
An original substance will poison the drinker."
"Good grief," muttered Harold, feeling dizzy.
"It's a puzzle!" Heidi said excitedly. "I love puzzles!"
"Good, because I don't."
"Let's see…" Heidi stared at the bottles, looking confused. "I know what we have to do, but I don't see how we can do it. If the substances are invisible, how can we tell whether they're steam or liquid?"
"But they're not invisible!" Harold protested.
"Yes they are! It says so right here!" Heidi pointed to the puzzle. "Each substance is invisible to the eye alone."
"Well then how come I can see them?" Harold asked.
"You can see them?" Heidi's eyes widened with understanding. "Of course! Invisible to the eye alone! You have glasses, so you can see!"
"The bottles on either end are liquid, and the rest are steam," Harold told her.
"Great! Hold on one second." Heidi busied herself with the bottles, mixing them up a few times and muttering to herself. Finally she held out two bottles. "What do these look like, Harold?"
Harold looked into the bottles. One was liquid and one was steam, but as he looked, the substances changed color. The liquid turned purple, and the steam turned blue.
"The one on your left is purple liquid," he reported. "And the one on your right is blue steam."
"Great!" Heidi grinned. "The purple will get the drinker towards the Rock."
"Good. Heidi, listen to me. You take the blue steam - no, listen - take it, get Don, and use those brooms in the star room to get out. Send an owl to Dunderbore as soon as you get out. I may be able to hold Snake off for a while, but I'll need help eventually."
"But Harold -" Heidi's lip was trembling. "What if That Guy is there?"
"Well…I escaped once, didn't I?" he said, pointing to his star-shaped scar. "I could escape again - mmmpph! Hey!" Heidi had dashed over and thrown her arms around him.
"You're a great wizard, Harold," she sobbed.
"Oh, come on, I'm not as good as you," mumbled Harold, red with embarrassment.
"No, Harold. You don't need to be clever to be a great wizard. You have strong friendships and bravery and humor - oh, Harold!"
"I'll be fine," he promised. "You drink first."
Heidi tipped the blue steam into her mouth. "Good luck!" she called, and ran into the blue fire. Suddenly she started to scream.
"Heidi!" yelled Harold, horrified.
"Just kidding," said Heidi, grinning. Then she disappeared.
Harold took a deep breath, then drained the bottle. It tasted like ice.
"Get ready, Moldywart," he said loudly. "I'm gonna kick your ass."
And he walked into the flames.
So? How was it? GO HAROLD! YEAH! *fist pump* ONLY ONE CHAPTER LEFT :'( I'm gonna miss this story! Luckily I've got the next one to write! :D So review please please please please! Please! New people check this out! Yeah! Or I'll knock you out with a door! WHACK!