Notes: Well, this is round two with this story. I've been writing this
story since mid June '02 and since the release of the fifth installment,
I've found myself having to rewrite all of my chapters to fit with all that
has happened and so, I decided to just post the new story separately. I
would like to thank you for taking the time to read my story and please
leave your helpful criticism when you're done.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from books for that matter. I do however, own the plot and the large amount of original characters that I have created to wreak havoc throughout this story.
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Harry Potter and the Eye of the Golden Dragon
Chapter One
The woman waited silently for something to happen, but as the seconds ticked away, it was apparent that nothing would. Had all this planning and preparation gone to waste? Had her entire life's work been nothing more then a joke?
She sat in the tiny room, with its stagnant, musty air and thought about what she would do now that she had failed. She gazed around at the small tomb. Four large coffins lay facing in four different directions. The stone ground had deep, ancient carvings covering it. In the center of it all, a raised platform sat with a small, smoking cauldron on top of it.
The woman impatiently paced around the room, thinking about what she could have done wrong when a tiny scratching noise made her stop in her tracks. The noise grew louder and more painful to hear until with a loud crash, the lid of one of the coffins flew off and smashed into pieces a few feet from where the woman stood. Her feet were frozen to the spot as she observed two more coffins follow in the first one's footsteps. Finally the fourth and final lid slid off and hit the ground with a heavy crack of stone. Then, there was silence once again.
The torch that the woman had lit went out suddenly and the only thing that gave off any sort of light was the smoking cauldron on the platform. The woman's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as a soft raspy sound filled the air. She could just make out four dark forms rising from the coffins that had once sat there silently for over a thousand years. There was a sound like a rustle of feathers and the scraping of claws that made her freeze.
"We are awake."
"Are you sure? How do you know?"
"You're right. I can feel the air."
"What should we do?"
"Personally, I think we should kill them all."
The woman looked around silently for the way out. Her whole body was tense and shaking with fear as she slid in the direction she thought was the door.
"There's someone here."
"I can't see a thing."
"Neither can I, but I can smell it."
The woman's scream caught in her throat as one of the dark forms turned toward her. She tried to make a run for it but the place where the door and been had sealed up. She fumbled for her wand but dropped it. She quickly moved to the ground and felt for the wand but it was useless in the dark. She watched in horror as the light from the cauldron disappeared, plunging her into darkness as the creatures moved toward her. The last thing she heard before she passed out was the soft sound of laughter and the tiny tinkling of a bell.
* * * *
With a sudden jolt, a young boy with a scar cut deep into his forehead awoke and looked around his room, short of breath and with a strange feeling in his stomach.
The summer holiday seemed to slip quickly away to Harry Potter. From everything that had happened in such a short amount of time, it was no wonder Harry felt so drained of emotion and energy. He had felt the effects of the past school year sweep over him immediately upon his return home to Little Whinging.
Harry still remembered how it was when Uncle Vernon had brought him home to 4 Privet Drive as if it were just yesterday.
Even with the threats that were thrown around at the train station between his friends and Uncle Vernon, not many things had changed. Aunt Petunia was still bony and horse-faced but maybe because she was driven by fear, she seemed a little less harsh when she would snap at Harry. Uncle Vernon was still just as disgruntled and beady eyed and Dudley, well, was as Dudley as ever.
When the four of them arrived home, Aunt Petunia and Dudley practically had run into the house. Uncle Vernon had dropped Harry's things right outside the front door then slammed the door after him. Harry let out a deep sigh as he gathered his belongings and dragged then up the stairs.
Still feeling antsy, Harry immediately got to work on his summer assignments but not before opening the window for Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, so she would be able to go out and hunt.
The days that followed were nonstop working days to rid him of the pent up anxiety.
On the bright side, Harry was allowed to use the telephone on rare occasions to talk with Hermione and send messages to Ron but only at night so the neighbors wouldn't become suspicious of seeing an owl flying around during the daytime.
A month and a half rolled by and Harry had done most of his work and would have probably finished it all. However, for no particular reason, when Harry laid down one Saturday night after sending his latest message to Ron, he fell into a particularly deep sleep and didn't wake the next morning. And strangely enough, he didn't wake up the next day or the day after that. By Tuesday, even the Dursleys were beginning to become uneasy.
Vernon remembered what the hideous man with the creepy eye had told Harry.
"If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along..."
The words pounded loudly in Vernon's ears. If Harry hadn't been down for food, then one of two things was happening. Either Harry was starving himself to make it look like his kind and generous relatives were not feeding him, or he was dead. No matter which assumption was the correct one, they would soon be here looking for Harry.
So that Tuesday evening, when Harry didn't show for dinner once again, Uncle Vernon marched up the stairs and with one furious pound on the door, he broke it open. He charged in, expecting Harry to be gone, but instead found his nephew sleeping peacefully.
Vernon shook the boy but Harry didn't stir. What Uncle Vernon didn't realize was just how much the pervious years at Hogwarts had finally caught up to him.
"Vernon?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Is he alive?"
"Yes," Vernon answered with an air of disappointment.
"Is he sick?" Petunia called up the stairs.
"No, just sleeping." He said, slamming the door behind him.
"It's been three day since I heard that awful pet of his screeching outside the window at night." She whispered. "Those people won't be coming here will they?" Petunia asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
"All I know is if he hasn't, it's not our fault." Vernon growled, closing the matter as he returned to the living room to watch TV with Dudley.
Still whimpering in fear, Petunia returned to the kitchen to make supper.
* * * *
Though the Dursleys made a racket downstairs while Harry slept, he noticed nothing and continued to dream away.
In his dream, Harry was right in the middle of the greatest Quittach game he had ever played. He was the seeker for the Gryffindor team and they were defending the house cup. His team consisted of the Weasley twins as beaters, Ron as the keeper and Professor Dumbledore, Hermione and Hagrid (who looked quite awkward on a broomstick considering his size) as the chasers.
They were playing against Slytherin but Viktor Krum, a world famous Bulgarian Quittach player, was their seeker while Draco Malfoy and Professor Severus Snape were beaters. The rest of the team was made of random Slytherins whom Harry disliked immensely.
Harry had just called a time out to discuss the score.
"Three thousand, four hundred and twenty to ten! We've clobbered them for long enough. Let's finish this now!" Hermione told him.
"Yeah! Wipe that that ugly smirk off Malfoy's face once and for all!" Ron said a determined sparkle in his eye and a menacing grin across his face.
"Yes, Harry. We've had some good fun, but now I believe it's time for lunch." Dumbledore smiled behind his half-moon spectacles as he gazed at the clouds that passed over head.
Harry nodded in agreement as his firebolt brought him above the stadium.
"Better be careful, Potter." A voice yelled at him. Draco rose on his broom to meet Harry. "There's a bludger with your name on it."
"Oh, go suck on a blast-ended skewt, Malfoy!" Ron growled.
Draco gave a sour look and zoomed off to the other end of the field.
"C'mon Harry! Knock them off their brooms!" Yelled Sirius from the stands.
Harry had a strange feeling in his stomach as he waved at him just as Madam Hooch sounded the whistle to resume the game. There was a sudden rush as the quaffle and bludgers once again were in play.
It took Harry only a few seconds to spot the glimmer of gold that hovered by Snape's left shoulder. Harry shot like a bullet towards the other end of the field to fetch the Golden Snitch before Krum however, he has seen the snitch too.
They both went into a straight dive after the snitch, narrowly missing Snape who snarled something at them, but Harry wasn't listening. Harry watched as the tiny, winged ball took off as he and Krum closed in.
"Go, Harry!"
"You can do it!"
"I believe in you, Harry!" were some of the shouts he heard as he passed his teammates on a swift decent towards the ground.
Harry glanced at Krum. Krum's gaze was locked on the snitch. They sped, wind whipping loudly in their ears blocking out the roar from the immense crowd. They both stretched out their hands for the snitch as they dived downward...30 feet,...20 feet,...if Harry didn't pull up, he would crash but Krum showed no sign of going anywhere but after the snitch.
Harry gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He felt his hand close around the snitch as everything fell silent.
When he opened his eyes, Harry was standing in complete darkness. The only sound he could hear was soft fluttering noise coming from the wings of the snitch. He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand.
"Lumos." Said Harry, quietly.
The light from the wand revealed nothing but a vast darkness. He looked around, confused but calm.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He quickly turned to see a girl standing before him, in half-shadow. She had a delighted grin on her face and her hands were clasping the sides of her long red robes. She was rather tall, taller then Harry at least, by a good two inches.
What Harry noticed most of all was the fact that she hovered a few inches above the ground. Her bright red robes and her raven black hair seemed to gently wave around her like there was no gravity holding her down.
"Who are you?" Harry asked defensively but he had a strange feeling like he had seen her before.
She didn't answer. The girl just continued to smile at him with a glowing admiration on her face.
"That was the most exciting game of Quittach I've ever seen!" She said in with a tone of amazement.
"What do you want?" Harry asked more forcefully as he took a step closer.
The light of his wand revealed more of her. He also noticed a reflection of light streaking across in front of her like she was standing behind a pane of glass. Harry could just make out the edges of the glass; it was about the size of a doorway. He walked around to peek behind the glass to find nothing there. The image of the girl was only on one side of the glass as well. Harry did a full circle back to the girl. Her eyes followed Harry as he moved back in front of her.
"Who are you?" Harry asked again with impatience.
She looked as though she hadn't heard him. Suddenly, she stretched her arms out toward him. Instead of her hands stopping at the glass, they reached right through the glass to Harry. Her expression was that of eager waiting. She obviously wanted Harry to take her hands but a fear in his stomach made his take a step away. The girl opened her mouth to speak but her gaze suddenly left Harry's face and looked past him and into the darkness. She hands quickly retreated back into the mirror.
"Looks like it's time to wake up, Harry Potter." She said as the darkness around him began to brighten.
She gave him a wave and turned. Her body seemed to swim away into the darkness in the mirror before it too faded away. The nothingness around him quickly became an almost blinding light that engulfed him.
"Wake up I say!" Vernon roared as he shook Harry.
"I'm awake!" Harry groaned, half in a daze.
"It's been two weeks you lazy litter bugger. Now get up!"
Harry immediately sat up and put his glasses on.
"Two weeks!"
"Yeah, and we thought you had died." Vernon sniffed. "But no such luck." He added as he left the room and trudged downstairs. "Your Aunt even took up the job of writing letters to those people of yours."
Harry couldn't believe it. This was a strange joke for them to play on him. In fact, he thought it was awful. He stood with a wobble and walked down stairs and into the kitchen. Vernon sat at the table reading the paper while Petunia cooked breakfast. Dudley sat snorting loudly at a TV program.
Harry took a seat and glanced at the newspaper. His eyes opened in shock. The date read 'Saturday, August 3rd'. Now he could believe it. The Dursleys had let him sleep through his birthday. He had been sixteen for three days and he hadn't been awake to enjoy them.
"How could you let me sleep for two weeks!" Harry suddenly yelled. "And my letters! What have you been writing to my friends?"
"How dare you raise your voice at this table!" Aunt Petunia shouted as she placed a tiny plate of toast in front of Harry. "Now eat, you're looking disgustingly thin. I wrote that we were all going on a vacation and that we didn't know when we would return but you would write first thing when you got home. Now go upstairs and tell them not to come near my house!"
"Oh no," Dudley said with as sneer as he rolled his fat self into the kitchen for breakfast. "I was just getting used to not having you around again." He took a seat on a chair that creaked under the stress as Dudley sat.
Aunt Petunia piled bacon on his plate and gave him a good morning kiss. "My Duddy-kins is getting so grown up. He's got to start eating meals fit for a man."
"More like an elephant." Thought Harry, as he chewed on his toast, which tasted better then expected considering he hadn't eaten in two weeks.
Harry tramped unhappily up to his room to find Hedwig's cage empty and the window wide open. He wondered where Hedwig had got to but knew she would probably be back soon enough.
He slumped onto his bed and instantly three owls flew in. Hedwig looked quite happy to see Harry awake as she dropped two large packages on Harry's lap. The other, smaller owl which Harry knew as 'Pig', who belonged to Ron, tiredly but still excitedly flew around with a package attached to him. Finally, the third owl dropped a package and a letter and left but not before giving Harry an annoyed look for having to wait till he awoke to drop the package off and leave.
Feeling ill tempered and groggy from all that had happened, Harry was in no mood to deal with annoyed owls. Hedwig went straight to her cage for a drink of water while Pig continued to flutter around, hooting loudly.
Harry fell back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had never been so miserable and mad. He wanted to go back to sleep but Pig's incessant hooting kept him in reality. He was sure he was having an interesting dream before but couldn't quite remember.
Frustrated, Harry blindly threw his pillow at the little owl. It fell a couple feet short of Pig.
"Shut up." He muttered under his breath as he once again drifted off into a quiet slumber.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from books for that matter. I do however, own the plot and the large amount of original characters that I have created to wreak havoc throughout this story.
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Harry Potter and the Eye of the Golden Dragon
Chapter One
The woman waited silently for something to happen, but as the seconds ticked away, it was apparent that nothing would. Had all this planning and preparation gone to waste? Had her entire life's work been nothing more then a joke?
She sat in the tiny room, with its stagnant, musty air and thought about what she would do now that she had failed. She gazed around at the small tomb. Four large coffins lay facing in four different directions. The stone ground had deep, ancient carvings covering it. In the center of it all, a raised platform sat with a small, smoking cauldron on top of it.
The woman impatiently paced around the room, thinking about what she could have done wrong when a tiny scratching noise made her stop in her tracks. The noise grew louder and more painful to hear until with a loud crash, the lid of one of the coffins flew off and smashed into pieces a few feet from where the woman stood. Her feet were frozen to the spot as she observed two more coffins follow in the first one's footsteps. Finally the fourth and final lid slid off and hit the ground with a heavy crack of stone. Then, there was silence once again.
The torch that the woman had lit went out suddenly and the only thing that gave off any sort of light was the smoking cauldron on the platform. The woman's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as a soft raspy sound filled the air. She could just make out four dark forms rising from the coffins that had once sat there silently for over a thousand years. There was a sound like a rustle of feathers and the scraping of claws that made her freeze.
"We are awake."
"Are you sure? How do you know?"
"You're right. I can feel the air."
"What should we do?"
"Personally, I think we should kill them all."
The woman looked around silently for the way out. Her whole body was tense and shaking with fear as she slid in the direction she thought was the door.
"There's someone here."
"I can't see a thing."
"Neither can I, but I can smell it."
The woman's scream caught in her throat as one of the dark forms turned toward her. She tried to make a run for it but the place where the door and been had sealed up. She fumbled for her wand but dropped it. She quickly moved to the ground and felt for the wand but it was useless in the dark. She watched in horror as the light from the cauldron disappeared, plunging her into darkness as the creatures moved toward her. The last thing she heard before she passed out was the soft sound of laughter and the tiny tinkling of a bell.
* * * *
With a sudden jolt, a young boy with a scar cut deep into his forehead awoke and looked around his room, short of breath and with a strange feeling in his stomach.
The summer holiday seemed to slip quickly away to Harry Potter. From everything that had happened in such a short amount of time, it was no wonder Harry felt so drained of emotion and energy. He had felt the effects of the past school year sweep over him immediately upon his return home to Little Whinging.
Harry still remembered how it was when Uncle Vernon had brought him home to 4 Privet Drive as if it were just yesterday.
Even with the threats that were thrown around at the train station between his friends and Uncle Vernon, not many things had changed. Aunt Petunia was still bony and horse-faced but maybe because she was driven by fear, she seemed a little less harsh when she would snap at Harry. Uncle Vernon was still just as disgruntled and beady eyed and Dudley, well, was as Dudley as ever.
When the four of them arrived home, Aunt Petunia and Dudley practically had run into the house. Uncle Vernon had dropped Harry's things right outside the front door then slammed the door after him. Harry let out a deep sigh as he gathered his belongings and dragged then up the stairs.
Still feeling antsy, Harry immediately got to work on his summer assignments but not before opening the window for Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, so she would be able to go out and hunt.
The days that followed were nonstop working days to rid him of the pent up anxiety.
On the bright side, Harry was allowed to use the telephone on rare occasions to talk with Hermione and send messages to Ron but only at night so the neighbors wouldn't become suspicious of seeing an owl flying around during the daytime.
A month and a half rolled by and Harry had done most of his work and would have probably finished it all. However, for no particular reason, when Harry laid down one Saturday night after sending his latest message to Ron, he fell into a particularly deep sleep and didn't wake the next morning. And strangely enough, he didn't wake up the next day or the day after that. By Tuesday, even the Dursleys were beginning to become uneasy.
Vernon remembered what the hideous man with the creepy eye had told Harry.
"If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along..."
The words pounded loudly in Vernon's ears. If Harry hadn't been down for food, then one of two things was happening. Either Harry was starving himself to make it look like his kind and generous relatives were not feeding him, or he was dead. No matter which assumption was the correct one, they would soon be here looking for Harry.
So that Tuesday evening, when Harry didn't show for dinner once again, Uncle Vernon marched up the stairs and with one furious pound on the door, he broke it open. He charged in, expecting Harry to be gone, but instead found his nephew sleeping peacefully.
Vernon shook the boy but Harry didn't stir. What Uncle Vernon didn't realize was just how much the pervious years at Hogwarts had finally caught up to him.
"Vernon?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Is he alive?"
"Yes," Vernon answered with an air of disappointment.
"Is he sick?" Petunia called up the stairs.
"No, just sleeping." He said, slamming the door behind him.
"It's been three day since I heard that awful pet of his screeching outside the window at night." She whispered. "Those people won't be coming here will they?" Petunia asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
"All I know is if he hasn't, it's not our fault." Vernon growled, closing the matter as he returned to the living room to watch TV with Dudley.
Still whimpering in fear, Petunia returned to the kitchen to make supper.
* * * *
Though the Dursleys made a racket downstairs while Harry slept, he noticed nothing and continued to dream away.
In his dream, Harry was right in the middle of the greatest Quittach game he had ever played. He was the seeker for the Gryffindor team and they were defending the house cup. His team consisted of the Weasley twins as beaters, Ron as the keeper and Professor Dumbledore, Hermione and Hagrid (who looked quite awkward on a broomstick considering his size) as the chasers.
They were playing against Slytherin but Viktor Krum, a world famous Bulgarian Quittach player, was their seeker while Draco Malfoy and Professor Severus Snape were beaters. The rest of the team was made of random Slytherins whom Harry disliked immensely.
Harry had just called a time out to discuss the score.
"Three thousand, four hundred and twenty to ten! We've clobbered them for long enough. Let's finish this now!" Hermione told him.
"Yeah! Wipe that that ugly smirk off Malfoy's face once and for all!" Ron said a determined sparkle in his eye and a menacing grin across his face.
"Yes, Harry. We've had some good fun, but now I believe it's time for lunch." Dumbledore smiled behind his half-moon spectacles as he gazed at the clouds that passed over head.
Harry nodded in agreement as his firebolt brought him above the stadium.
"Better be careful, Potter." A voice yelled at him. Draco rose on his broom to meet Harry. "There's a bludger with your name on it."
"Oh, go suck on a blast-ended skewt, Malfoy!" Ron growled.
Draco gave a sour look and zoomed off to the other end of the field.
"C'mon Harry! Knock them off their brooms!" Yelled Sirius from the stands.
Harry had a strange feeling in his stomach as he waved at him just as Madam Hooch sounded the whistle to resume the game. There was a sudden rush as the quaffle and bludgers once again were in play.
It took Harry only a few seconds to spot the glimmer of gold that hovered by Snape's left shoulder. Harry shot like a bullet towards the other end of the field to fetch the Golden Snitch before Krum however, he has seen the snitch too.
They both went into a straight dive after the snitch, narrowly missing Snape who snarled something at them, but Harry wasn't listening. Harry watched as the tiny, winged ball took off as he and Krum closed in.
"Go, Harry!"
"You can do it!"
"I believe in you, Harry!" were some of the shouts he heard as he passed his teammates on a swift decent towards the ground.
Harry glanced at Krum. Krum's gaze was locked on the snitch. They sped, wind whipping loudly in their ears blocking out the roar from the immense crowd. They both stretched out their hands for the snitch as they dived downward...30 feet,...20 feet,...if Harry didn't pull up, he would crash but Krum showed no sign of going anywhere but after the snitch.
Harry gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He felt his hand close around the snitch as everything fell silent.
When he opened his eyes, Harry was standing in complete darkness. The only sound he could hear was soft fluttering noise coming from the wings of the snitch. He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand.
"Lumos." Said Harry, quietly.
The light from the wand revealed nothing but a vast darkness. He looked around, confused but calm.
Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He quickly turned to see a girl standing before him, in half-shadow. She had a delighted grin on her face and her hands were clasping the sides of her long red robes. She was rather tall, taller then Harry at least, by a good two inches.
What Harry noticed most of all was the fact that she hovered a few inches above the ground. Her bright red robes and her raven black hair seemed to gently wave around her like there was no gravity holding her down.
"Who are you?" Harry asked defensively but he had a strange feeling like he had seen her before.
She didn't answer. The girl just continued to smile at him with a glowing admiration on her face.
"That was the most exciting game of Quittach I've ever seen!" She said in with a tone of amazement.
"What do you want?" Harry asked more forcefully as he took a step closer.
The light of his wand revealed more of her. He also noticed a reflection of light streaking across in front of her like she was standing behind a pane of glass. Harry could just make out the edges of the glass; it was about the size of a doorway. He walked around to peek behind the glass to find nothing there. The image of the girl was only on one side of the glass as well. Harry did a full circle back to the girl. Her eyes followed Harry as he moved back in front of her.
"Who are you?" Harry asked again with impatience.
She looked as though she hadn't heard him. Suddenly, she stretched her arms out toward him. Instead of her hands stopping at the glass, they reached right through the glass to Harry. Her expression was that of eager waiting. She obviously wanted Harry to take her hands but a fear in his stomach made his take a step away. The girl opened her mouth to speak but her gaze suddenly left Harry's face and looked past him and into the darkness. She hands quickly retreated back into the mirror.
"Looks like it's time to wake up, Harry Potter." She said as the darkness around him began to brighten.
She gave him a wave and turned. Her body seemed to swim away into the darkness in the mirror before it too faded away. The nothingness around him quickly became an almost blinding light that engulfed him.
"Wake up I say!" Vernon roared as he shook Harry.
"I'm awake!" Harry groaned, half in a daze.
"It's been two weeks you lazy litter bugger. Now get up!"
Harry immediately sat up and put his glasses on.
"Two weeks!"
"Yeah, and we thought you had died." Vernon sniffed. "But no such luck." He added as he left the room and trudged downstairs. "Your Aunt even took up the job of writing letters to those people of yours."
Harry couldn't believe it. This was a strange joke for them to play on him. In fact, he thought it was awful. He stood with a wobble and walked down stairs and into the kitchen. Vernon sat at the table reading the paper while Petunia cooked breakfast. Dudley sat snorting loudly at a TV program.
Harry took a seat and glanced at the newspaper. His eyes opened in shock. The date read 'Saturday, August 3rd'. Now he could believe it. The Dursleys had let him sleep through his birthday. He had been sixteen for three days and he hadn't been awake to enjoy them.
"How could you let me sleep for two weeks!" Harry suddenly yelled. "And my letters! What have you been writing to my friends?"
"How dare you raise your voice at this table!" Aunt Petunia shouted as she placed a tiny plate of toast in front of Harry. "Now eat, you're looking disgustingly thin. I wrote that we were all going on a vacation and that we didn't know when we would return but you would write first thing when you got home. Now go upstairs and tell them not to come near my house!"
"Oh no," Dudley said with as sneer as he rolled his fat self into the kitchen for breakfast. "I was just getting used to not having you around again." He took a seat on a chair that creaked under the stress as Dudley sat.
Aunt Petunia piled bacon on his plate and gave him a good morning kiss. "My Duddy-kins is getting so grown up. He's got to start eating meals fit for a man."
"More like an elephant." Thought Harry, as he chewed on his toast, which tasted better then expected considering he hadn't eaten in two weeks.
Harry tramped unhappily up to his room to find Hedwig's cage empty and the window wide open. He wondered where Hedwig had got to but knew she would probably be back soon enough.
He slumped onto his bed and instantly three owls flew in. Hedwig looked quite happy to see Harry awake as she dropped two large packages on Harry's lap. The other, smaller owl which Harry knew as 'Pig', who belonged to Ron, tiredly but still excitedly flew around with a package attached to him. Finally, the third owl dropped a package and a letter and left but not before giving Harry an annoyed look for having to wait till he awoke to drop the package off and leave.
Feeling ill tempered and groggy from all that had happened, Harry was in no mood to deal with annoyed owls. Hedwig went straight to her cage for a drink of water while Pig continued to flutter around, hooting loudly.
Harry fell back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had never been so miserable and mad. He wanted to go back to sleep but Pig's incessant hooting kept him in reality. He was sure he was having an interesting dream before but couldn't quite remember.
Frustrated, Harry blindly threw his pillow at the little owl. It fell a couple feet short of Pig.
"Shut up." He muttered under his breath as he once again drifted off into a quiet slumber.