One night, Harry Potter simply couldn't go to sleep. He wasn't sure whether it was the loud snores of his uncle or the fact that he was only a week away from going back to Hogwarts and he hadn't done any of his assignments. A cool breeze came through the window and it opened a crack. Harry sighed and got up to close it when he heard a voice in the street.
"Grr… Percy can you at least try to get this owl to stop flying around my head!" It's was a girl's voice and in the back round an owl's screeching could be heard.
"Hedwig," Harry muttered. His owl had gone out for the night and now she was harassing someone, just wonderful.
"Aw, really I think it's a cute little owl! We should name it Tyson, like my brother, and you can bring him back to the Athena cabin and all your siblings can… I don't know dissect it or something."
Harry growled. The thought of his sweet owl, dead on a cold table with surgical knives braced over her body was enough to make him shout out to the people outside.
"Hey," he called "Give me back my owl!"