Harry Putter and the Chamber of Cheesecakes by Timothy R. O'Donnell Read Free Book Online Page A

Cheesley family.  He intuitively knew there was something special about this large, strange group in Victoria Station.  They looked like the kind that wouldn’t be heading to Liverpool, Paris, or some other normal destination.  They, like Harry, were carrying an assortment of strange affects, wearing robes, and were accompanied by an entourage of strange animals, including a small herd of goats, a rat, a vulture, a goldfish, two chickens, a pig, an orangutan, and a seal pup.  The whole family had nuclear orange hair that reminded Harry of the edible orange rind of Muenster cheese. The Cheesleys were special, Harry could tell right away. 
                There were a half dozen Cheesleys, young and old, there to see the school-aged Cheesleys; Bill, Marsha, Jan, Cindy, Perky, Fred, George, and Ron off to school.  Ron, like Harry, was starting preschool.  Mrs. Cheesley instantly became the mom Harry never knew.  She made him feel a lot better about his first time getting onto the elusive Platform p . 
                Harry remembered Mrs. Cheesley saying, “It’s as easy as pi (pie?), just divide twenty-two by seven in your head down to the tenth decimal, while you run directly into that solid looking brick wall.  And try not to think about what will happen if you make a math mistake.” 
                After Harry had tried really hard and failed, he remembered how she had reassured him, “Don’t worry about it, Luv, almost all new students take a couple of tries to get it right, and it’s not uncommon at all to see them with their broken noses and black eyes on the first day!  They are sooo cute!”  Harry made it on his next try.  Ron of course made it on his first try, but he wasn’t nearly as nervous as Harry. 
                Harry and Ron took their seats together in the same train compartment, that’s where they first met Hermione.  Sometime after the Hogwashes Express had left the station, she burst into their compartment, and asked, “You haven’t seen a frog anywhere, have you?  A kid named Neville Largebottom is missing his.  By the way, I’m Hermione Stranger.”
                Ron had replied, “Oh, oh, I’m not allowed to talk to strangers!”  He immediately refused to talk to Hermione, and wouldn’t talk to her for half the school year.  Only after he asked his mother, and got permission, did he finally start to talk to Hermione.  By that time, he had a serious and well-deserved reputation for being the ultimate momma’s boy. 
                Harry’s reverie was broken as a foreign-looking man wearing a turban walked by his table muttering something that sounded like, “Cheating scumweasel!” 
                Harry wondered what that guy’s problem was.  Then a lady wearing a black robe went by and he distinctly heard her say, “Drop dead, Quibbage cheater!”  She was looking at him.
                Harry could only stammer, “But, . . . But …”
                Suddenly, two ninjas and their pet cat burst out of the windows of a nearby shop, Cutbait’s Curiosities, with a crash and tinkling of broken glass.  The cat hissed at Harry.  One ninja was twirling nunchucks, the other was drawing knives.  Both had on loose black robes and masks, so that only their eyes could be seen, yet Harry had an eerie feeling that he somehow knew who it was confronting him.  But who could they be?  Harry didn’t have time to think about it, he started fumbling with the Velcro and zipper that held his winter parka closed.  He had to get to his wand quick, or in a moment, he would be dead.
                However, in a moment, Harry couldn’t stop laughing.  The ninja with the nunchucks accidentally whacked himself in the head with his own weapon.  He fell to the ground holding his head and writhing in pain.  The other ninja hesitated asking, “Ron, are you ok?”
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