It was a quiet night; the full moon shone brightly down onto the forest below and a gentle breeze blew through the leaves of the tallest trees. In the north loomed the magnificent castle of Hogwarts, and a few yards away was Hagrid's hut.
Pigwidgeon perched on a branch high above the ground, eyeing a small mouse skittering on the forest floor. His brown eyes seemed to glow with the moonlight, and his grayish-brown feathers helped him blend in with the darkness. The mouse stopped at the base of a tree and started to nibble on a sunflower seed. Pigwidgeon saw his chance and silently opened his wings. In the blink of an eye, he was off the branch and swooping towards the mouse.
Suddenly, a large figure blocked his path and he reared upwards to avoid a collision. He landed on a nearby branch and spun his head around. A few feet away was a small mammal holding the dead mouse in its jaw. Pigwidgeon's eyes turned to slits, glaring at the creature. The creature was ravenously devouring the mouse, but suddenly noticed him and looked up. Pigwidgeon swooped down from his branch and came face to face with the creature. It was a flying squirrel, and its large, beady black eyes eyed him fearfully. Pigwidgeon continued to glare at it and suddenly hooted angrily. The squirrel flinched and slightly backed away from him.
Just before he could release his angry rant on it, an ominous shadow suddenly lunged at the squirrel, tackling it into some bushes. A surprised Pigwidgeon froze as the two creatures started to battle. However, the large creature was easily able to overpower the little flying squirrel and a loud squeak of pain escaped through the bushes. Pigwidgeon screeched and leaped into the bushes; he was still mad at the flying squirrel, but he didn't think it deserved to die either. Every living creature deserves a chance to live; at least, that's what he thought. With a good aim, Pigwidgeon was able to scrape his talons across the creature's eyes; temporarily blinding it. It jumped out of the bushes and fled back into the shadows of the forest.
With a last glare of anger, Pigwidgeon turned around to the flying squirrel. His feathers fluffed up in shock to see a large puddle of blood. The flying squirrel had a deep cut down its back, and its eyes were filled with pain. Pigwidgeon's grudge towards it quickly vanished, and he leaped over to help it up. The squirrel was very weak, and Pigwidgeon knew that it needed help; fast. His head darted around the clearing and finally locked onto Hagrid's hut. He dragged the flying squirrel onto his back and flew towards the window.
After gently laying down the injured squirrel, he used his talons to claw at the window. It created a loud, ear-splinting sound, and the lights came on in just a few seconds. Right before he was about to take off, the squirrel weakly got up and attempted to hug him.
…He awkwardly returned the hug back.