Well I wake up in the morning each and every day And I sit down at the table and I hear my daddy say Life is nothing It's a nothing Life is nothing but a slap in the face Life is nothing It's a nothing Life is nothing but a fat rat race ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah Every night I have a dream that you're taking off your dress The only thing you're wearing is a button on your chest And the button, it says nothing, Life is nothing but a slap in the face Life is nothing It's a nothing Life is nothing but a fat rat race What is life? What is life? A rat race A rat race What is life? What is life? A rat race A rat race A rat race A rat rat race ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah It's a jungle out there and I know I don't belong So all night long I just sing my stupid song ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah Life is nothing It's a nothing Life is nothing but a slap in the face Life is nothing It's a nothing Life is nothing but a fat rat race What is life? A rat race What is life? A rat race A rat, a rat race A rat race ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah -Baha Men (Rat Race) School was over. Harry Potter and his friends had endured 7 long years at Hogwarts and were now celebrating their graduation at ‘The Wizard Casino’. All the Weasleys, Grangers, and Order of Phoenix were there. Everyone was gambling except one person. “Come on Hermione, why won’t you gamble?” Ron asked Hermione. “Because people waste away gambling all of their money,” Hermione replied sharply. “It’s just for fun,” Harry tried to convince her. “Fun? You call losing all your money and having to live on the streets fun?” Hermione said bitterly. “I mean,” Hermione continued, “look at Lupin. The second he set foot in here, he ran straight to the poker table.” “So, he’s just enjoying himself,” Harry said. “He lost all his money on three hands!” Hermione pointed out. “Well, he’s just a bad gambler,” Ron said as Hermione turned to walk away. “where are you going?” “I’m going to get a drink,” Hermione said over her shoulder as she walked away. “Hey Ron, want to play slots?” Harry asked. Ron responded with a nod. Hermione sat at a table watching people gamble. She sighed. Should she just try to gamble just once? Hermione grunted as she took out a coin and walked over to the closest slot machine. She slowly put the coin in and then pulled down the trigger. She watched as the dials spun. One stopped on a wand. She continued to watch as the other dial stopped on a wand. Hermione held her breath. Could she win on her first try? The last dial seemed to take forever to stop. It slowed down. Hermione watched, scared of the outcome. It hit wand, then flipped to a picture of Rita Skeeter. “God damn you Rita Skeeter,” Hermione mumbled. She won 5 coins, but one particular coin caught her eye. It was golden and it had tiny words on it. “That’s why people waste their money on you,” Hermione told the machine, “… always think that the next time will be lucky.” “Ok Fred, this time, where are going to be lucky!” George told his twin brother Fred. “Okay, lets see if your prediction is right this time,” Fred said putting the coin in. The dials spun, but it didn’t hit jackpot. “Your unlucky George, get the hell away from me,” Fred told George half jokingly. George smiled weakly. “But you at least did win something,” George pointed out, “this time though Fred,” George started as Fred picked up a golden coin, “this time is the absolute luckiest time. What’s that you got there?” George moved his head in for a closer look of the coin. “Come on Sirius! Just one more try,” Lupin whimpered. Lupin had lost all his money at the Texas Hold E’m table and had to use Sirius’s money since. “Your running me dry Remus!” Sirius said outraged. “You used at least 100 of my galleons. Anyways, you used all your money already.” “Hey, how the hell was I supposed to know that guy had the spade that would give him the straight,” Lupin defended himself. “First of all Remus, you had a King high. He went all in with four spades already on the table. He was practically celebrating before you called him.” “So,” Lupin tried to think of an excuse. “No, I’m not giving you any more of my bloody money,” Sirius said. “But just one more can’t hurt,” Lupin begged, “this is the lucky 100th time Sirius. I’m telling you!” Lupin paused, “Jackpot all the way.” “Remus, you are not on your 100th try, you’re probably on your 150th try by now!” Sirius shouted. “Ok, I was wrong,” Lupin corrected himself, “it’s the 150th try that’s lucky!” Sirius groaned. “No. I’m going to try,” Sirius said as he turned to walk towards a slot machine. He put a coin in. The dials spun and stopped. Sirius won a single coin. “See! Your bad at gambling too!” Lupin teased. “This isn’t money,” Sirius muttered. “But it’s gold, none the less,” Lupin pointed out. “Hit me with another drink!” Snape yelled at the waitress. Snape had gone through 16 shots already. This is what he did when school was out. Got drunk until next year. The waitress came back with another shot glass and filled it up with whiskey. “Leave the bottle,” Snape hiccupped. “Sir, maybe you should give it a rest. Go and gamble a bit. Have fun,” the waitress requested. Snape finished the shot, plus half the bottle of whisky and got up. “Ok, good idea. I feel lucky!” Snape said as he almost tumbled over. Snape wobbled towards the closest slot machine and put in the coin that was supposed to be the waitress’s tip. Snape heard a coin come down the machine. “I WON!” Snape exclaimed. He looked at the coin. His vision was blurry but he could see that it was gold and it had some kind of writing on it. “Waitress! Can you tell me what this says?” “How you doing Harry?” Ron asked. They were sitting on stools. In front of them were slot machines. Ron put another coin in his machine. “Bad,” Harry answered as he pulled down the trigger on his slot machine, “you?” “No luck,” Ron said as he put yet another coin in. The two kept on gambling until a clinking sound was heard from Harry’s machine. “Harry! You won!” Ron exclaimed excitedly. “Calm down Ron,” Harry said as he picked up the coin, “it’s only one.” The coin was as small as a dime and was made of gold with writing on it. Harry took a closer look at his coin and it read: You are a winner. See guest services. Harry read what was on the coin to Ron who was over excited about this news. “ Well Harry,” Ron said trying to keep his excitement level down. “Well what?” Harry asked. “Are we going to go see your prize?” Ron asked anxiously. “Well,” Harry thought, “ok.” Ron almost ran to the guest services booth at top speed with Harry following behind him. “A free buffet? That’s our prize?” Harry asked the receptionist after she told him and Ron they won a free buffet. Ron looked disappointed. “No,” the receptionist corrected Harry. Ron almost jumped for joy. “All it says is that a once in a life time chance awaits you.” Everything faded to black. “Cool fade,” Ron said. Black fades out to Harry and Ron in an elevator. “Where are we?” “I don’t know. Everything went black…” Harry said but was interrupted in mid-sentence by Ron. “That was a hell of a nice fade, right?” Ron pointed out. “Now we are in an elevator,” Harry continued as if he wasn’t interrupted. “What the bloody hell is an elevator?” Ron asked. Blackness surrounded them once again. “Cool fade,” Ron repeated.
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