Within two hours, Hazel and Harry arrived at a small, blocked cave in a forest.

"Where are we?" asked Harry,

"At my hollow." replied Hazel. They walked in the dark, cramped cave. It had stone walls and floors (obviously) and only torches every now and then. They walked deeper and deeper into the cave until they arrived at the end of it. There was a door which Hazel opened that revealed a sort of shiny room. It had glossy, silver walls and a bed that looked like it was stolen from the king. There were also magnificent ornaments decorating the room. "What is this place?' asked Harry curiously,

"My hollow. Whenever I need some me time, I just show up here and turn into ... well, Hazel." answered Hazel,

"Wow." gasped Harry as his eyes fell upon to a crystal ball with swirling images in it, a bit like Dumbledore's Penseive.

"What's that?" he asked,

"That? Oh, that's my Penseive. Only very few in the world, you know."

Harry stood on the spot, seeming to be paralyzed for a few seconds of taking all this in. Finally, he said,

"I believe you have an explanation for all this? I coulda come here instead of the Dursleys house!"

"Yes, I have a very good explanation for that." She waved her wand and the Penseive flew over to her, in her hands.

"Come on, I'll show you! Dunk your head in! Go on, do it!" And with that, Harry dunked his head in. He landed in the middle of a small cottage and noticed that Hazel flew down as Hedwig. There was a woman and a man standing around a small bed, which was obviously Hazel's. Harry and Hazel walked around so they could both see the baby. Suddenly, the door burst open and Harry saw a face he recognized so well that it was almost impossible to forget him; Lord Voldemort. He held up his wand and pointed it at Hazel's father. "Avada Kedavra!" A shot of green light and there, on the ground, lied a dead man: Hazel's father. The woman shrieked in displeasure and held her baby in her arms. "Please! Don't kill Hazel, I beg of you! Please! Kill me instead!" she screamed,

"I most certainly will kill you, Holly. Avada Kedavra!" A dead mother lie on the floor. The baby Hazel was giggling and saying,

"Get up, mommy! We play dead all the time Lord Voldey! Ha ha!" ' Voldey' did not approve of this and attempted many times to kill Hazel, but she just turned into an owl and flew away, very unsteadily.

"Come on, Harry. That's it." They landed softly on the cold floor of the dungeon. Harry waited several seconds to process what he had just seen in his mind. Hazel waited for him before he looked up and started a small speech. "That was only half the explanation, maybe a quarter, I don't know but here's the most important bit. I flew for ages and ages and finally came to the Leaky Cauldron which I knew about because mother and father had told me all about the wizarding community.

I flew in as Madam Eyelop had, you know, the owner of Eyelop's Owl Emporium. She saw me and took me into her shop. She mended my broken wing and gave me food and water. I was in the middle of eating some food when I accidentally turned into human. She had been there at the sight but instead of frowning, she smiled. She stayed with me and became my new mother. She had told me all about you, Harry. Then the day came when a big hairy man came through the shop and asked for an owl for you. Eyelop knew instantly that we would match 'cause we both had the same childhood. You seemed very pleased to have me so I didn't fly from you. That's basically it, so ... any questions?" Harry nodded and said,

"Food. You ate mice and cockroaches and all that! Yuck!"

"Oh, yes, food, of course! Well, I stole food from Muggles in the night and turned human so I could transfigured them to look like rats and cockroaches."

"Why didn't you ever get any for me?"

"Well I'm sure you wouldn't like to eat cockroaches and mice, would you?" Harry shook his head and they both laughed.

"Um...there was one more question I wanted to ask..." said Harry,

"Yes...?"

"How can you carry me? You must be half-Phoenix or something 'cause–"

"I am."

"You are?"

"Yep."

"Cool!" They both sat, mulling things over in their heads, finally gathering the wanted and needed information.

"So..." said Hazel finally,

"You hungry?"

"Yeah!" answered Harry,

"Starved!"