Disclaimer: I am not George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.
Harry and Hedwig arrive at Mould-on-the-Would.
Harry. Yes. That's it. Mould-on-the-Would.
Hedwig. [beeps]
Harry. No. I'm not going to change my mind about this. I'm not picking up any cities or technology. Massive life-form readings though. There's something alive down there.
Hedwig. [beeps]
Harry. Yes. I'm sure it's perfectly safe for droids.
As soon as they descended into the atmosphere, their vision became foggy.
Hedwig. [beeps and whistles frantically]
Harry. I know, I know. All the scopes are dead. I can't see a thing. Just hang on. I'm going to start the landing cycle.
Hedwig. [squeals]
The Firebolt goes down and lands in a swampy lake. Carefully, Harry gets off his broom.
[whistles anxiously]
Harry. No. Hedwig. You stay put. I'll have a look around.
Making sure he has his rifle, Harry makes his way to the surface.
Hedwig. [electronic yelp]
Hedwig falls into the swamp.
Harry. Hedwig? Hedwig. Where are you? Hedwig.
Hedwig's periscope pops out of the water.
Hedwig. [gurgly beep]
Harry. You be more careful.
Hedwig moves toward the shore, but is not taking the most direct route.
Hedwig. That way.
Hedwig. [beeps]
Enter the kelpie.
[electronic scream]
The kelpie devours Hedwig.
Harry. [draws his rifle] Hedwig.
Hedwig is launched into the air, and back on the surface.
Oh, no! Are you all right?
Hedwig. [beeps]
Harry. Come on. You're lucky you don't taste vey good. Anything broken?
Hedwig. [beeps]
Harry. If you're saying coming here was a bad idea, I'm beginning to agree with you. Hedwig. What are we doing here? It's like something out of a dream or . . . I don't know. Maybe I'm just going crazy.
Hedwig. [beeps]
Exit all.