Owl Takeout
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"Harry, this won't work." said Hermione.
"There are plenty of ways to make a few Sickles, mate, but this isn't one." said Ron.
Harry was standing in the Owlery with Ron and Hermione, who had followed him there to talk him out of what he wanted to do.
"Please don't do it, Harry." begged Hermione.
It was too late. Harry had already reached into his pocket and pulled out a pickle. He tied this to Hedwig's leg and said, "Hermione, how could an owl-delivery service not work? Wizards everywhere can have food cooked for them and brought to them in the comfort of their own homes."
"Even in Bulgaria?" asked Ron.
"Well, maybe not there." said Harry.
"You said everywhere." Ron shot back.
"Harry, that's just unfair to the owls. They can't carry all that food. Could you imagine an owl trying to deliver a pizza?"
"What's a pizza?" Ron turned to Hermione. He was beginning to get tired of her mentioning all of this foreign Muggle food.
She ignored him. "I'm sure Hedwig doesn't want that pickle tied to her leg. Why don't you remove it?"
"It's a delivery, Hermione."
"To whom?"
"Hengist Diggle. He lives in Hogsmeade. He signed up to test the owl delivery out before I started advertising."
"Then next Hogsmeade weekend, give him his money back and..."
"I can't. I spent it already."
At this, Hermione sighed and stepped back, allowing Harry to send Hedwig out the window to make her first delivery for what he hoped would become his company.
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A special thank-you to Dragon, who inspired this.
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