A toad gets 'attacked' by a weasel

"She keeps Moët et Chandon

In her pretty cabinet

"Let them eat cake", she says

Just like Marie Antoinette

A built-in remedy

For Khrushchev and Kennedy (Ooh, ooh)

At anytime, an invitation you can't decline (Ooh, ooh)"

I found myself getting lost in the melody, leading me to not think about the magic I had felt from the Boy Who Lived during our brief encounter a few minutes before, I had only felt that kind of magic once before, and I had tried to bury that memory as deep as I could, it's the entire reason why I didn't tell mom about my vision of Snape, I just wanted to forget about it, not that my peculiar memory would allow that to happen.

Perhaps I'd tell Dumbledore later, but I did not want to deal with that hassle right now.

No, right now I wanted to sing and play and enjoy this moment with my friends.

The radio crackled slightly as I adjusted the frequency, making sure our broadcast was reaching the other compartments clearly. We'd been taking requests for the past thirty minutes, and surprisingly, students from all four houses had been contributing suggestions. It felt good to bring everyone together like this, even if it was just through music.

My train of thought was suddenly interrupted as our compartment door slid open with a sharp whoosh. The music stopped abruptly as we all turned to look at the newcomer, a round-faced boy with tears gathering at the edges of his eyes, making them appear even larger behind his slightly askew glasses.

His robes were already wrinkled despite the journey having just begun, and his hands were clasped tightly in front of him.

"Sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "but have you seen a toad at all?"

The question hung in the air for a moment as we all processed it. A toad? On the Hogwarts Express?

I could see my friends exchanging glances, probably thinking the same thing I was who brings a toad to school?

"I'm sorry, no we haven't," Drake said gently, his natural kindness evident in his tone. He set down his wand and gave the boy his full attention.

"Oh," the boy said, his head dropping in defeat. His shoulders sagged as if this was just the latest in a long series of disappointments.

"But," Drake immediately continued, sitting up straighter with renewed energy, "we can definitely use the radio to tell everyone to keep their eyes out, can't we Felix?"

I looked at my friend's earnest expression and felt a warm surge of affection for his generous spirit. This was why Drake was one of my best friends, he never hesitated to help someone in need, even a stranger, it still felt really weird that he got into Slytherin with an attitude like that.

"I don't see a problem with that," I replied, reaching for the microphone. I tapped it twice, the familiar metallic ping echoing through our compartment and presumably through every other compartment tuned in to our frequency. "Uhm, sorry for the disturbance, we will go back to your scheduled songs soon, but a student called..."

I paused, realizing I didn't actually know the boy's name. 

"Neville Longbottom," the boy said quickly, his voice gaining still meek, well this guy definitely wasn't going to gryffindor.

"Seriously?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise. Longbottom was definitely not a common surname, and it sounded somehow familiar, though I couldn't quite place where I'd heard it before.

"You're last name is Serendipity," Rebecca refuted from my side, raising an eyebrow at my reaction.

She had a point. In a world where I existed with a name like Felix Serendipity, I supposed Neville Longbottom wasn't really that strange. Merlin's beard, we all had pretty weird surnames now that I thought about it.

"Fair enough," I said, shrugging my shoulders and speaking back into the microphone. "So yeah, everyone keep a look out for Neville Longbottom's toad. It's brown, warty, and probably trying to escape. If you spot it, please let us know through your radio or bring it to compartment..." I looked at Neville questioningly.

"I'm not sure which compartment I'm in," Neville admitted sheepishly. "I've been searching for Trevor since the train started moving."

"Trevor?" Adrian asked, speaking up for the first time since Neville had entered. "You named your toad Trevor?"

Neville's cheeks reddened slightly. "My great uncle gave him to me. Said Trevor's been in the family for years. He's supposed to bring good luck, but honestly, he's brought nothing but trouble since we left London."

Before I could respond to that, Jarvey's head suddenly raised itself from my shoulder where he'd been dozing. His small black eyes snapped open with an alertness I rarely saw in him, and his whiskers twitched as he tested the air. Then he began what could only be described as barking, though in his case it came out as a series of muffled curses – well, he tried to curse, but the silence charm on his collar was working like, well... a charm.

I deactivated the silence charm with a quick tap of my wand.

"I smell that f-cking rotten stench of toad," Jarvey announced, his voice cutting through the compartment with typical bluntness.

Neville's eyes lit up like Christmas morning, probably glossing over the insult entirely. He seemed like the kind of kid who was just grateful for any help, regardless of how it was delivered. His whole posture changed, hope replacing the defeated slump of his shoulders.

"You can smell Trevor?" Neville asked eagerly, stepping further into our compartment.

"Course I can smell the little sh-t," Jarvey replied, already moving restlessly on my shoulder. "Toads have a distinct smell, and this one's been hoppin' around the train for ages. Surprised nobody else has caught the bugger yet, used to eat a few toads myself back in the day."

"Back in the day? Just how old are you exactly?" I asked Jarvey who didn't bother replying to me, instead without any warning whatsoever, Jarvey jumped down from my shoulder and bolted out of the compartment, leaving all of us, especially myself, befuddled beyond belief.

His small form disappeared around the corner so quickly that for a moment I wondered if I'd imagined the whole thing.

"Should we follow him?" Rebecca asked, half-rising from her seat.

"I think we should wait," I said, though I was equally curious about what Jarvey was up to. "He knows this train better than any of us, somehow."

"How exactly would a ferret know the layout of the Hogwarts Express?" Adrian asked skeptically.

"Well, he's not exactly a normal ferret," I pointed out. "He talks, for one thing. And he seems to have opinions about everything."

"Fair point," Adrian conceded.

Neville stood awkwardly in our doorway, torn between following Jarvey and staying with us. His hands fidgeted with the edge of his robes as he kept glancing down the corridor.

"Your ferret is quite... unique," Neville said diplomatically.

"That's one way to put it," I replied with a grin. "Jarvey has a lot of personality. Most of it involves complaining and cursing, but occasionally he does something helpful, although don't let him hear you call him a ferret, or he'll bite your ear off."

Neville laughed, though it was weirdly dry.

"He's being serious," Roger said behind me.

That silenced Neville, as sweat formed in his brow, yeah this first year definitely wasn't going into gryffindor, hufflepuff seemed to suit him well.

It didn't take more than twenty seconds before Jarvey came strutting back into our compartment with the unmistakable swagger of someone who'd accomplished exactly what they'd set out to do. In his jaws, held carefully but securely, was a toad.

It was brown and covered in wart-like lumps that made it look like a particularly unappealing potato with legs. I found myself wondering how Jarvey wasn't repulsed by the thing, considering how vocal he usually was about anything he found distasteful.

"Trevor!" Neville yelled, his voice cracking slightly with relief and joy.

I looked down at the magical creature that held the infamous Trevor in his jaws, and remembered his name with a surge of affection. Despite all his grumbling and cursing, Jarvey really did have a good heart buried somewhere under all that attitude.

Jarvey opened his maw with surprising gentleness and let the toad down carefully onto the compartment floor. Trevor sat there for a moment, probably dazed from his adventure, before his instincts kicked in.

The toad then made a valiant attempt to jump away, clearly having learned nothing from his previous escape attempts. But before he could seemingly make his getaway once more, Neville's hands darted out with reflexes that surprised all of us, and he caught Trevor securely.

"Thank you so much," Neville said, his voice thick with gratitude as he cradled Trevor protectively. "I was starting to think I'd lost him forever. My gran would have been furious if I'd lost Trevor before even reaching Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Jarvey," Neville repeated, his smile genuine and bright. "And thank you all for helping with the announcement. I really appreciate it."

Neville then left our compartment with a noticeably happier strut, Trevor secured safely in his hands. As the door slid shut behind him, my friend group and I found ourselves staring at Jarvey with expressions that could only be described as wide-eyed amazement.

The silence stretched for a moment before Adrian finally voiced what we were all thinking.

"Did you just do something... nice?" Adrian asked, his tone suggesting he'd witnessed something as rare as a unicorn, which as it turns out in the magical world, it's pretty rare believe it or not.

Jarvey's response was immediate and predictably explosive. "Oh shut up, you f-ckers, and f-ck this collar, and f-ck everything, f-ck, f-ckitty, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck!"

We all grinned at his reaction, watching as Jarvey, seemingly almost in shame at his newfound display of kindness, waddled his way back to my shoulder with as much dignity as he could muster. His ears were laid back slightly, and I could tell he was embarrassed by his good deed.

"Who's a good Jarvey?" I muttered to him affectionately, reaching up to scratch his nape in the way I'd learned he particularly enjoyed.

He purred despite himself, the sound rumbling against my neck as he settled back into his favorite perch.

I tapped my microphone again, clearing my throat before speaking into it. "Sorry for the disturbance, dear listeners. Problem resolved, Trevor the toad has been successfully captured by our station's resident hero, Jarvey the well.. Jarvey. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming."

And with that we sang.

"She's a killer queen

Gunpowder, gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Guaranteed to blow your mind

(Anytime) Ooh, recommended at the price

Insatiable an appetite

Wanna try?"

A/N: I'm sure some of you dudes and dudettes didn't think I'd update today huh, well you were wrong, I was late but I did it anyway, fuck procrastination. Either way power stones and reviews are appreciated, I Cast Author Out.