Manipulation

Its a strange word. One full of power and understanding. A word that could have bought the

world to a stand-still if not unraveled by a young boy named harry potter.

Harry was not a normal boy. Not by any standard. While it is true he goes to school , eats and sleeps like and other 13-year old, he is still not normal. For harry potter was a wizzard.

It had been six days since his return to the dursleys from hogwarts and only a few more days before that his godfather escaped from fudge at the school.

Harry sighed, thinking about what sirius was up-to while he was on the run. How he wished he could have gone with him, but he knew that everyone had a place that they had to be and that his place, for the moment, was here at number 4.

while harry was sat there he didnt notice an owl winging its way towards him. when it landed he immediately rose and began to greet his owl hedwig, but it wasnt hedwig. the unknown owl was royal blue and stood about 3 foot tall.

"well, thats a bit of a shock" said harry, sounding shocked (couldn't resist) "do i know you or your keeper?" the owl shook its head.

"hmm, why are you here then?" at this the owl gestured to its legs, where a peice of wood was straped to its legs. carefully harry unbound the object and set it on the desk, as he looked round at the owl he saw that it had already taken flight and left the property. Weird

harry examined the object and found that it was just two peices on wood attached by a pair of hinges. he unfolded it and a slip of paper fell out. it was a note that read.

this item will not seem important to you but it may oneday save your life.

tell no-one of this item.

all will become clear in time.

keep it secret and keep it safe

A. friend