An irregular tune
You hear Fluffy and you think cute. You presume it’s a little puppy all soft and cuddly.
But what I had before me was nothing like that. It was ghastly, huge and beasty-like. And it was growling. With sputter dripping from its huge jaws and its pointy teeth ready to tear off anything that comes into contact with them.
I seem to remember, though…was it in the second or the third book?…Oh, where’s Harry Potter when you need him?…But I think…
I grabbed the wooden flute conveniently found in my pocket and started playing.
But why was I lullaby-ing a three-headed dog standing guard before the gates of…whatever that was?!