Slowly but surely a green smoke began seeping through the walls.

"Pac Man! Quick, take the sword before I lose it in the smoke!"

Pac Man grabbed the sword just in time as Harry's face and hands went numb. He fell to the ground, convulsing and speaking in tongues. Thinking quickly, Pac Man began spinning and spinning faster and faster and soon the smoke cleared. When Harry opened his eyes Pac Man's jolly face was looking at him with a half grin on.

"Don't you trust me, Harry?"

Harry just laughed as Pac Man extended his long pink tongue to help him up off the ground. "You know, Harry," Pac Man said, "before this whole thing is through I think we will be best friends." Harry didn't have to respond, you could see it in his eyes that he knew.

"Pac Man," Harry confessed, "I never really had alot of friends at Hogwarts. Everyone was either jealous of me or assumed that I was some sort of freak prodigy. I'm just an average kid like them. No one could really see that."

Pac Man slapped Harry sternly in the face. "You must let go of all pride in order to follow me. You are nothing now. You are no longer the chosen one or any of that bullsh*t. This ain't Hogwarts anymore. You want to know what the real world is like - this is the real world."

"I'm sorry Pac Man," Harry said humbly. "I will just keep quiet and do what I'm told."

"That's right, Harry," Pac Man instructed. "I'm in charge now and if you don't like it then you can just eat cheese all day with Slimer and I will find someone else. AND STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR CHEST HAIR!"

Harry pulled his hand out from under his shirt and continued along, walking a few steps behind Pac Man, with his head hanging down but with great determination in his eyes.

To be continued...