It was Harry's third year at Hogwarts, and everything was going well. Did I say well? Sorry, I meant dreadful. It was the half term and harry was sitting on his bed, doing nothing. AGAIN. And to make matters worse... it was raining heavily. And it wouldn't stop. Why has Ron and Hermione not written to me, thought harry, they promised they would. He wrote a note, and gave it to Hedwig to deliver to Ron. Again and again, he would check out of the window to see if a poor, drenched owl would just casually flutter in though the window, and plonk on his bed. But nothing.

A day or two later, Hedwig came zooming in through the window at top speed when Harry opened it. Harry was so surprised he jumped backwards and threw himself against his wardrobe. There was a massive *CRASH* followed by an angry voice calling,

'Potter, if that's your wretched bird, I will lock him up until the end of the holidays!'

Harry picked himself up off the floor and sighed. It was typical that something would happen, and however small it was, his Uncle Vernon would always shout at him. He went over to Hedwig, who had just flapped her wings and was getting his bed covered in water. Harry took the letter from Hedwig's beak, and opened it. The writing had run a little since it had been in the rain, but he could still read it. It read:

Dear harry

I am sorry I haven't answered for a bit, we went on a trip to Romania to go and see Charlie. How's life? It was raining horribly when we got back so dad had to use a bit of magic in a public train station! Anyway, I heard that you were bored, so I decided I would write to you to make you feel better. Have you spoken to Hermione? I think she is in a temper with me, for some unknown reason! Well...I suppose it could have been that I called her a evil witch the other day!

See you soon, Ron.

'Huh, thanks Ron. I have been trying to call you and write to you all holiday, and this is what I get? Thanks mate.'

Suddenly, an owl flew into the bedroom and landed on Harry's bed. It was a lovely black and silver owl. A letter dropped onto Harry's bed. It said,

Dear Mr Potter,

I heard that you were bored, so I wanted to say that I am going to have it in for you when you come back this term. Since you made pollyjuice potion using MY equipment! How dare you?

Severus Snape