Harry Does Different CDLVI

Delores v Trevor

"I really hate that Merlin-be-damned toad!" Harry stormed into his dorm in Gryffindor tower.

*Croak* came from one of the other beds. And an objection "Oy! Lighten up Potter!"

Harry rolled his eyes, but after a calming breath addressed his yearmate "Sorry, Nev, I'm not talking about Trevor. You gotta admit she does look like some Hagrid-crossed ugly horned bullfrog."

"Ah tink Trevor's still offended mate." Drawled Seamus, who half-glanced up from his Potions book.

Neville held up his familiar for display, declaring "We don't need this kind of abuse, do we Trevor?" *Croak* "See?"

"Remember animals into water goblets?" asked Harry suddenly and with a gleam in his eye.

Ron half-heartedly flicked the black queen on his chessboard and warned "I seen that look before boys. Usually on the twins. And right before Snape yells at them."

"Just wondering if lil Trevor there" Harry was twirling his wand and looking speculatively at the amphibian "would like to be two, or five …or maybe a thousand?"

Neville tucked his familiar between a leg and pillow "Cmon Harry! Umbridge is a nightmare! Don't involve Trevor in some hairbrained scheme! She'll fricassee him!"

"Dean I don't think wizards ever read the Bible." He grinned over at the Muggleborn of the room "The Dursleys effort to make me seem normal; Sunday school. Moses and Pharoah, let My people go. What do you think?"

Nodding, the almost part giant wizard had his wand out "Sure mate, we won't harm the original. Just give him a few thousand brothers."

"Fred and George won't mind doing some delivery? What Ron?" asked Harry, completing the plan's outline.

Neville's only protest was "Just not you Finnegan. We're not accidently toasting Trevor."

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Hogwarts Saturdays were always lazy. Not even Hermione rushed to breakfast, even if she might be engaged in some light reading. But as a large portion of the student body finally began making their way to the Great Hall, one question dominated "What's that noise?"

*Croak**Croak**Croak**Croak**Croak**Croak**Croak**Croak**Croak* It echoed through the corridors.

Soon enough the answer presented itself in the form of two …ten… don't bother counting. Identical frogs were hopping about everywhere. Or sitting on tables. Or stuck to pillars.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor burst out of her classroom. Clad in pink pajamas. Screaming bloody murder. She ran past everyone without looking at anyone. And didn't stop, at least before even the horizon swallowed her.

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Professor McGonagall approached some of her seniormost charges and demanded "I wonder how that might have happened?"

"Hypothetically speaking?" asked Fred.

Stonily, she replied "Yes, Mr. Weasley. Hypothetically speaking."

"Never learned to speak Hypothetical." George offered unrepentantly.

Picking up one, she noted "As they all seem to resemble yours, Mr. Longbottom, I should thank you for volunteering to round them all up."

"Shouldn't Professor Umbridge handle that?" asked Harry, sporting a smirk "After all, ma'am, she is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Professor Snape came forward, ready to say something, but the Deputy Headmistress did not allow him to "I have the matter well in hand, Severus. Mr. Potter, you will please join all three Misters Weasley and Mr. Longbottom in addressing our amphibian guests."

"Trevor! Go get her!" Neville's command voice echoed throughout Hogwarts and a veritable army of frogs hopped after the still fleeing pink-clad professor. Standing in front of his dormmates he smiled cockily and reported "Mission accomplished, Professor. Can we goto breakfast?"

Her reaction was the only thing it could be. An eyebrow twitch. And a nod.