Harry walked into his dormitory after dinner to sit down and write a letter
to Mrs Weasley, thanking her for the excellent mudcake she had sent him as
a special treat. Once he had finished it, he made his way to the owlery. He
opened the door to the owlery and immediately searched the rafters for
Hadwig, but she wasn't there.
"Hedwig!" he called out. No movement was seen. "Hedwig! Hey girl, it's
Harry, I've got a letter for you!"
Harry still couldn't see Hedwig. 'Maybe she's hunting, I'll come back
later,' he thought.
He walked back to his dormitory, where a barn owl was waiting for him with
a letter.
He read it quickly, screamed like a girl, and thudded loudly as he fainted
and hit the ground.
The letter that Harry had been so distressed over, read:
Dear Harry-kins, We has captured your bloved owl Sedwig Hedwig, and has decided to pluck her and boil her alive for Harry-kins dinner. Muahahaha! Harry-kins has until 5 o'clock this afternoon to save owl, then Hedwig goes bye-bye Love Winky & Dobby P.S. Dobby is sorry, but he must do this for all house-elves. Dobby may help Harry Potter if he brings Dobby socks.
Harry came to and saw the letter still held by his hand. He sat up and looked at the letter once again. "5 o'clock! But that's on......12 minutes! I have to get some socks!" Harry dove for his trunk to find some socks, but there were none to be found. He searched Ron's, but he had none. He searched Seamus's, Dean's, and Neville's, but still, no socks. "Why can't I find any socks!" Harry cried out in dispair. Ron poked his head inside the door. "Don't you know, the elves washed all our socks today." "Oh, why didn't I remember that? Oh no! I need socks!" Harry searched high and low for socks but he couldn't find a single sock. Finally, at one to five, Harry raced to the kitchens with the closest thing he could find that resembled a sock, a glove. "Here," he panted, thrusting the glove at Dobby, "this was the closest thing I could find to a sock!" Dooby looked at him with huge brown eyes and said, "Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter, but Dobby cannot be taking anything but socks." Harry started crying. "But...*sob* I don't want *hic* Hedwig to *sob* be dinner! Wah! Someone *hic* gimme a sock!" *POP* Suddenly for the author's purpose and for Hedwig's and Harry's sake, Cedric Diggory, and his girlfriend Emily (who looked remarkably like Cho Chang) appeared by Harry's side with a huge suitcase. "Hello Harry, old chap! How's things treating you? Oh! Harry, this is Emily. Em sweetie, this is Harry Potter," Cedric said beaming. Harry shook Emily's hand bewildered. "But.....you're dead!" "Yes I know, I'm here to save Hedwig! I am the international distributor of Versace socks in the afterlife." Dobby appears by Cedric's side. "Ecuse me sirs, but was you saying you have Varsace socks? Dobby would very much like some, in trade for Harry Potter's Hedwig." "Done deal, little fellow. Dooby, you said? Release that bird!" "Thank you, kind sir!" Dobby scurries away with the huge suitcase full of Versace socks. "Thanks Cedric, how can I ever repay you?" Cedric's smile grew even wider. "I'm sure we'll find a way." He grabbed Harry by the arm, and Emily by the other, and dragged them into a room. The last thing seen before the door closed, was Cedric pushing Harry onto a large bed.......
Dear Harry-kins, We has captured your bloved owl Sedwig Hedwig, and has decided to pluck her and boil her alive for Harry-kins dinner. Muahahaha! Harry-kins has until 5 o'clock this afternoon to save owl, then Hedwig goes bye-bye Love Winky & Dobby P.S. Dobby is sorry, but he must do this for all house-elves. Dobby may help Harry Potter if he brings Dobby socks.
Harry came to and saw the letter still held by his hand. He sat up and looked at the letter once again. "5 o'clock! But that's on......12 minutes! I have to get some socks!" Harry dove for his trunk to find some socks, but there were none to be found. He searched Ron's, but he had none. He searched Seamus's, Dean's, and Neville's, but still, no socks. "Why can't I find any socks!" Harry cried out in dispair. Ron poked his head inside the door. "Don't you know, the elves washed all our socks today." "Oh, why didn't I remember that? Oh no! I need socks!" Harry searched high and low for socks but he couldn't find a single sock. Finally, at one to five, Harry raced to the kitchens with the closest thing he could find that resembled a sock, a glove. "Here," he panted, thrusting the glove at Dobby, "this was the closest thing I could find to a sock!" Dooby looked at him with huge brown eyes and said, "Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter, but Dobby cannot be taking anything but socks." Harry started crying. "But...*sob* I don't want *hic* Hedwig to *sob* be dinner! Wah! Someone *hic* gimme a sock!" *POP* Suddenly for the author's purpose and for Hedwig's and Harry's sake, Cedric Diggory, and his girlfriend Emily (who looked remarkably like Cho Chang) appeared by Harry's side with a huge suitcase. "Hello Harry, old chap! How's things treating you? Oh! Harry, this is Emily. Em sweetie, this is Harry Potter," Cedric said beaming. Harry shook Emily's hand bewildered. "But.....you're dead!" "Yes I know, I'm here to save Hedwig! I am the international distributor of Versace socks in the afterlife." Dobby appears by Cedric's side. "Ecuse me sirs, but was you saying you have Varsace socks? Dobby would very much like some, in trade for Harry Potter's Hedwig." "Done deal, little fellow. Dooby, you said? Release that bird!" "Thank you, kind sir!" Dobby scurries away with the huge suitcase full of Versace socks. "Thanks Cedric, how can I ever repay you?" Cedric's smile grew even wider. "I'm sure we'll find a way." He grabbed Harry by the arm, and Emily by the other, and dragged them into a room. The last thing seen before the door closed, was Cedric pushing Harry onto a large bed.......