“We’ll see what the Headmaster has to say about this,” he grins evilly and starts stroking Prunella.
 
She is the ugliest cat I have ever seen. She looks like she ran into a brick wall, then fell off a ten storey building, then got run over by a bus, then…I’m getting off the subject. 

The next day, I sit down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast and start pouring myself a bowl of muesli. 10 minutes later hundreds of owls begin to swoop in from the windows. Maddy’s huge tawny owl, Bert, drops the Daily Prophet in her lap. She opens it up and gasps.
 
 
“What?” I ask.
 
 
“Peter,” she gasps.