Errol
By Gideon Prewett, Order of Merlin First Class, Former Auror, and Co-Owner and Manager of Prewett Proprietors of Unusual Paraphernalia
"What are you doing in my room!" demanded my 13 year-old sister.
"I'm bored and Fabe is over at the Weasley's house."
"I don't care, get out."
"No."
She walked very close to me. "I'll tell Mum and Dad the real reason their favorite vase is missing."
I paled. My brother had broken it a few weeks ago and hidden the pieces. It could be fixed in an instant, but Mum would have gotten mad anyway. Why they liked it we could never figure out. It wasn't particularly pretty, and they absolutely detested Aunt Lucretia (née Black) who had given it to us. And if Mum found out what happened…
This would be where I panicked. I didn't particularly mean to transfigure Molly's dresser, it just happened!
"Gideon?"
"Yes Molly."
"Why is there an elephant in my room?"
"I don't know."
And of course Mum and Dad chose that moment to walk in the front door.
"Mum! Dad! Gid transfigured my dresser into a baby elephant!"
At dinner that night our parents talked about what to do about it.
"We could take it to one of those Muggle… voos are they called?" said Mum.
"Zoos," corrected my brother, Fabian.
"Insolent brat," muttered our father.
It was decided that in the morning, Dad would take the elephant to the nearest zoo, a couple of towns away.
But he came back with the elephant still in tow. Apparently, the "voo," had refused the elephant because of its "questionable origins."
At this point my parents were frantic. Fabe figured they wouldn't care how they got rid of it as long as they got rid of it. So we just took it that night.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know!" Then his eyes got wide. "Yes I do know! Didn't the Weasleys say they needed a new owl?"
"I'm not sure, but couldn't we just turn it back into Molly's dresser?"
Fabe rolled his eyes. "A dresser helps one person keep track of clothes. Turning him into an owl would help 11 boys and two parents send letters."
"So it's a he now?" But I saw his point.
Right now you might be wondering how two six year-olds could turn an elephant into an owl. Well, I'm not sure, Fabe just did it.
"Thanks, Fabian," said Mrs. Weasley. "Arthur! It's your turn to name it!"
"Turn?" I whispered, horrified, to my brother.
Arthur walked into the room. "He looks like an Errol."