The Death of Trevor the Toad

Trevor the Toad had always been a little higgledy-piggledy. He was always rather absent minded, just like his pet, Neville Longbottom. But the difference was, his pet had friends.

From those early days as a first year at Hogwarts, Trevor had acquainted himself with most of the population of Hogwarts. But he never did manage to befriend any of them. The owls thought too much, it gave him a headache. Rats... They never lasted long, they always fell pray to those foul house elves. Oh he so enjoyed their company while it lasted! Snakes were always a no-no. You never know whether they were sincere or watching you as their next dinner. Anyway, they always went away in winter.

Then one day in his fifth year, after he left his pet in that awful classroom in the dungeon where the nice man who'd sometimes feed him flies was, he plopped to the lake. Trevor liked the lake, it reminded him of home. Not that he ever had a lake, he was raised in captivity, Neville's room to be exact. Oh but he did like to dream of his ancestral home, why, this very lake could be where he was originally from! A toad can dream, can't he?

During his random musings he saw a strange sight! There was a tentacle, well Trevor didn't know it was a tentacle. No, he thought it was a rather big worm, drowning.

Being the Gryffindor that he was, Trevor valiantly tried to help this 'worm'.

"Hang on!" he shouted, but he didn't have human vocal chords so it came out more like a croak. The sound seemed to surprise the worm.

Trevor was never a good swimmer. He never did get his twenty five meters swimming certificate. The sudden thrashing from the worm unbalanced him. He began to drown.

How absurd,

Trevor thought. I must be the only toad in history to drown! Oh dear. My pet will be so worried. Oh well, at least I was first in something. I wonder if someone'll write a book on me?

And that was when Trevor saw giant eyes squinting at him. Suddenly the worm grabbed him and hoisted him to the edge of the lake. For that Trevor was eternally grateful. He croaked a goodbye at the strange creature and plopped back to his pet. He was rather hungry after his whole near-death experience.

After that fateful day in March, Trevor frequently visited the lake. He bought with him worm food every time. Well, he just dug around the lake a bit so that the earth was in small neat piles, ready to be devoured by his worm friend. The worm never seemed to eat it when Trevor was around. Trevor didn't mind though, he was too busy eating the strange food his worm friend gave him.

He wasn't quite sure what it was exactly that he was eating. He just knew that it tasted good. And it made him want to eat more than usual.

By May, it was getting harder for Trevor to plop anywhere. He was usually content to sit with his worm friend for most of the day until someone's pet from Gryffindor picked him up and gave him to his own pet. Neville was surprised at the weight of his pet ("Why, I believe you must weigh as much as Crooshanks weighs now!" and it earned him a glare from Hermione)

Then, one fateful day in June, just before it was time to go home again. Trevor decided to visit his worm friend before he went home. His friend seemed to understand what he was trying to say. His friend even gave him a souvenir! A... blanket. It was strange smelling and it wrapped around his now huge body nicely. Several times around his body actually.

Suddenly, without warning his worm friend wrapped him up in a huge hug. His pet was screaming something awful. Trevor wondered what all the fuss was about and looked down.

He saw an endless abyss of darkness.

Oh dear,

Trevor sighed. I was a bit of a fool wasn't I? He thought before plunging to his death.

The squid didn't even burp. It wasn't much of a dinner for him. But oh how he enjoyed devouring toads. They were a rare delicacy around the lake, didn't you know?