Harry Potter Fan Fiction: Installment 1

It was the day after leaving Hogwarts and Harry had to take a deep breath. Whew! The things he had seen. The people he’d met. (And not all of them people, mind you!) He’d had it quite up to here with the “epic battle between the forces of good and evil,” thank you very much, and was certainly ready to be a normal lad once again.

First on his docket: Attending to a little thing called hunger.

Harry opened the refrigerator door and examined the contents for a moment before reaching in. He removed a loaf of bread—the three-quarters of it which remained, anyhow. Harry reached in again for a jar of grape jelly. The glass was cold to the touch; the surface just a little sticky.

Next he opened a cupboard and quickly located what he sought: a jar of peanut butter. Crunchy, just as he liked it.

Harry attempted loosening the twist tie on the plastic bag containing the loaf of bread. After a few twists, he realized that he’d only sealed the bag up tighter! The boy wizard chuckled to himself and began turning the tie in the opposite direction.

After laying two slices of the bread on a paper towel, Harry set about opening the jar of jelly. The lid stuck ever so slightly, but soon enough was face-up on the kitchen counter. Harry tilted the jar, dipped in a butter knife, and pulled the purple jelly onto one of the pieces of bread. With the same knife, he spread the jelly around until it coated the slice’s surface. Harry wiped the knife on the edge of the jar before re-sealing it.

He repeated the process with the peanut butter and the other slice of bread. Harry then placed the peanut-butter slice atop the jelly slice and admired his creation.

Something was missing, though.

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated.

“Zim colost anoo fee,” he whispered. “Shemka malli torso capoh.”

And a bag of Fritos appeared on the counter.