There was a challenge in one of the mailing lists I belong to to write a fic with 155 words. I had never done it before, but wanted to try my hand at it. This is the result. I didn't send it to beta, so forgive any mistakes I probably made here.
Deia
Perceptions
"Harry, isn't it...?"
"Yeah, it is."
"What do you suppose happened to him?"
"No idea. Calm down, Pig. It's alright."
"Poor thing, do you think Hagrid can fix him?"
"Probably. Let's take him before..."
"Harry? Hermione? What are you waiting for? What's wrong?"
"Ron, it's Pig."
"What the stupid git... oh..."
"We found him like this."
"Do you think... he'll live?"
"Yes, but he's really hurt."
"Hagrid will fix him, won't he?"
"He will, Ron, don't worry."
"I'm not worried... Here, let me take him."
"Sure."
"It's just... he's my owl and all... Do you think he's comfortable?"
"Yes, Ron."
"Good. Look! It's Hagrid. Hagrid!"
"Ron, wait! Who would have thought he'd be so worried? The way he acts, one would think he didn't even like Pig much."
"He does. When he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings he fights them. You should know..."
"What do you mean? Harry? Harry, come back here!"
The End