Harry Potter and the Missing Fluffy Sleeping Device

Chapter one

On a particularly cold night in Surrey, most of the occupants of number four Privet Drive were in bed asleep. Except for one. A snowy white owl sat awake, perched in her wire cage. Her amber eyes searched the room in which her owner, Harry Potter, lay sleeping under a ratty old sheet. She saw nothing unusual, so she took flight to report to the man who watches over him. She hurried for no reason whatsoever, Tom was a patient man.

Harry was dreaming about spelunking for cheese dip. All of a sudden he felt like he was falling, only a short distance though. Then he threw his arm out straight, with his hand like he was holding an invisible softball, then he woke up. But something was wrong. He flipped over suddenly, his jet black untidy hair falling in his face, and his vibrant green eyes widened. His pillow was gone.

But the minute he realized the unthinkable he knew his pillow hadn't just fallen to the ground, no, this was dark magic. Harry could feel the darkness of the force billowing around in his small room. There was only one thing to do. He turned on his light and rolled off of his bed. Harry walked over to his small desk and wrote out two letters to his best friends. They read:

Ron,

Great to hear the twins are doing better than ever. Always knew they would. Everything's was great

here except Dudley's gone and tripped down a hill. He rolled all the way down and hit a parked car now

my Aunt and Uncle owe the car owner a lot of money.

Ron, I woke up in the middle of the night and found something wrong. My pillow's gone. I think Vold-

emort is behind this and I don't think I'm very safe in the muggle world. Please tell someone there that I

want to come to London and get away from here. Soon.

Hope you're having more fun than me,

-Harry

Hermione,

I haven't heard from you in a while. Hope your doing alright. I was fine until a few moments ago.

I woke up in the middle of the night and found something wrong. My pillow's gone. I think Voldemort

is behind this and I don't think I'm very safe in the muggle world. Now, don't fret, I just want to get to

Grimmauld place as soon as possible.

Your friend,

-Harry

"That should do it." he said aloud. He turned to Hedwig's cage to attach the letters to her leg but she was gone. Probably out hunting he thought, I'll just have to wait. So he sat on his bed and waited. He looked out into the cold july night and wondered what was taking Hedwig so long to get home. Harry sat there so long he eventually just dozed off, the letters still gripped in his hand.

A loud crack woke him up.

"Hello Potter. Fancy seeing you here." a cold, drawling voice said. Harry sat up stright.

"Oh hi, Professor Dumbledore, still have that cough I see." he responded.

"Yes, Harry, I'm afraid so. I've been sucking on large amounts of cough drops but nothing seems to be working. I just can't make it go away. Do you think you could help me with my dilemma?"

"Ah, but Professor, I have a dilemma of my own. You see this morning when I awoke it was as any other day would have started. But this was not just any other day. Today is the day I become a man, today is the day I set off to find my pillow."

"It's gone! That is preposterous! I thought I felt a draft when I first apparated but that must have been dark magic. My sense of smell isn't what it used to be, my boy."

"Understandable, you're what? 138 now?"

"Oh, dear boy you flatter me. But I am not as young as I look. I'll give you a wink and we'll go with 138 shall we?" He winked.

"My lips are sealed, old fruit, but back to the main problem here."

"Oh yes, yes, the pillow. Well you see, Harry, some things I just can't help you with, some things you are meant to determine on your own."

"Like a journey of self discovery, Professor?"

"Well if you look at it like that, I was thinking more about the arthritis in my knee and how I'm going to have to sit this one out."

"Oh. So it's not really a matter of my maturing as a person and growing outside of Privet Drive and even the whole wizarding world?"

"Nope. Just my knee."

"You should have said something to me."

"An old man's mistake, Harry, an old man's mistake."

"So you'll be sending me to Grimmauld Place right away?"

"Well...I hadn't though of that but it is a brilliant idea. Very well to Grimmauld Place." Dumbledore waved his wand and Harry fell down right on top of Crookshanks. Damn cat.