Hedwig; Spy for Voldemort
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I wonder when I can get away to tell Voldemort my report on Harry. How I despise the boy with the lighting scar, and he thinks he can thrust me. Only he does not know how wrong he really is. The day I met him I knew that I would have to impress him, for this is what my lord wished for.
It was in Diagon Ally the day I first saw him he came in my shop, and asked for an owl. That was when I knew then that the assignment was for me. And from then on I stuck to him like glue. Through all his first four year I gained his trust he suspected nothing until one night. He caught me in the common room; one of the many places I was not allowed. And took me back to the dreary place that I was forced to call home. I still don't understand how he figured it out, but here I am resting on my perch by Voldemort's side, eating a nice juicy rat and then Voldemort asked, "Hedwig where did you get that rat?"
And the last thing I saw was a flash of brilliant green light.
A\N-Now guess who the rat is!
