Nearly everyone turns around too see what it was. As I turn I see a statue of some famous historical wizard smashed on the floor. Staring at it in shock was Peter Pettigrew. Sirius came racing around the corner followed by Lupin and Potter. In the background I could faintly hear peeves laughing his head off but the sound soon faded as it became further away.

As he became still I moved forward again. When I came to the top part of his bed I got the shaving strip ready in my hands. This had to be a quick procedure. Put it on, Rip it off and run like hell. Let’s hope he’s a deep sleeper.

Sitting down amongst our other fellow Gryffindors we started loading our plates and bowls with food. As I dunked my spoon into my rice bubbles I was interrupted by a loud hoot. Looking up I saw Boris, my parent’s owl swooping over the Gryffindor table towards me. Landing quite elegantly in front of me I untied the envelope that was tied to his leg before he flew off.