There were some days that Hermione needed to be strangled. Others, it was Ron. At least once a week he wanted to kick the twins in a place that would make them whimper like little girls. And, just sometimes, he just wanted to shave off Dumbledore's beard, weave it into a large beard mouse, and shove it down the old man's throat.
Some days, Harry hated feeling like a neon-pink centaur, with nipple tassels.
He looked out his window, looking for some sign of Hedwig. He had turned 17 yesterday, and still no word from any of his friends from the magical world. He felt abandoned and betrayed
Sighing with a heavy heart, he sat on his bed and then noticed the pretty scarlet and gold package by his door. He could faintly hear a faint ticking, and he grinned. It was about time he got another watch.
He looked at the card and read it. He soon scratched his head in thought. How did Voldemort know that he needed a new watch?