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Gee guys, I didn't know you were chomping at the bit for Ed to curse. I'm glad no one opposes it, because let me tell you, it's hard to write Ed without a few curses here and there. SO THANK YOU FOR THE GO AHEAD EVERYONE! ALSO THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS.

What is not mine is underlined.

Edward saw the decree, and the first thing he did was groan. He knew it. He knew this would happen, he just didn't think it would happen this quickly. With any luck, not that he had any, no one would have seen his going in or out of the bar, or he would be the prime suspect, or maybe the two shady kids would be.

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"It was Elric." Insisted Harry as they were sitting in the back of their History of Magic class.

"I don't know Harry." said Hermione biting her lip.

"Listen Hermione, just because he's with the Order doesn't mean he's good, he could be like Snape." Ron backed up his friend.

"What if he was working for the Order though?" she wondered

"Huh?"

"What if he was keeping an eye on Hogsmeade for the Order and we just happened to go to the same place he was stationed?"

The boys thought over this for a bit, then sighed.

"That would have to be a pretty big coinci-"

"Harry, look!"

Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at him, a letter tied to her leg. Harry could not understand it; they had just had breakfast, why on earth hadn't she delivered the letter then, as usual? Many of his classmates were pointing out Hedwig to each other, too.

'Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so beautiful,' Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati.

He glanced round at Professor Binns who continued to read his notes, serenely unaware that the class's attention was even less focused upon him than usual. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched down and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly.

He had expected Hedwig to hold out her leg so that he could remove the letter and then fly off to the Owlery, but the moment the window was open wide enough she hopped inside, hooting dolefully. He closed the window with an anxious glance at Professor Binns, crouched low again and sped back to his seat with Hedwig on his shoulder. He regained his seat, transferred Hedwig to his lap and made to remove the letter tied to her leg.

Only then did he realize that Hedwig's feathers were oddly ruffled; some were bent the wrong way, and she was holding one of her wings at an odd angle.

'She's hurt!' Harry whispered, bending his head low over her. Hermione and Ron leaned Hermione and Ron leaned in closer; Hermione even put down her quill. 'Look - there's something wrong with her wing - '

Hedwig was quivering; when Harry made to touch the wing she gave a little jump, all her feathers on end as though she was inflating herself, and gazed at him reproachfully.

'Professor Binns,' said Harry loudly, and everyone in the class turned to look at him. 'I'm not feeling well.'

Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people.

'Not feeling well?' he repeated hazily.

'Not at all well,' said Harry firmly, getting to his feet with Hedwig concealed behind his back. 'I think I need to go to the hospital wing.'

'Yes,' said Professor Binns, clearly very much wrong-footed. 'Yes . . . yes, hospital wing . . . well, off you go, then, Perkins . . .'

Once outside the room, Harry returned Hedwig to his shoulder and hurried off up the corridor, pausing to think only when he was out of sight of Binns's door. His first choice of somebody to cure Hedwig would have been Hagrid, of course, but as he had no idea where Hagrid was his only remaining option was to find Professor Grubbly-Plank and hope she would help.

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Edward was not one to refuse a chance at coffee, even if he had gotten enough sleep last night. He was in the staffroom drinking the liquid gold when he heard the tell-tale bell that meant a student was outside and the four teachers, Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, Pomona Sprout, Minerva Mcgonagall, and himself had a short but intense stare down in which they decided who would have to sacrifice themselves and answer the door.

When the knock came, Ed flopped back on the couch he was on and gave loud fake snores that meant that he would not get up even if they paid him. Pomona followed right after, and while Minerva was staring in shock at her colleagues, Wilhelmina took the opportunity to do the same, conveniently making sure that she did not lose her place in the newspaper and that her pipe did not go out.

"Honestly." she muttered as she walked towards the door and opened it. "You haven't been given another detention!" she said as soon as she opened the door, the other three miraculously woke up and tried to see without being seen themselves, a problem solved when Ed tilted a conveniently located mirror so that would be possible. When they saw that it was Potter with an owl, Wilhelmina walked towards the door just in time to catch the words 'she's injured'

'Injured owl, did you say?" she said as she popped up behind Minerva.

As Minerva and Wilhelmina discussed the owl with Potter, Pomona went back to grading papers while Ed continued to overhear while looking while he was just drinking his coffee. Thestrals were creatures that could only be seen by those who had seen death. Ed had seen death before, of course he had, being a soldier. They weren't exactly the prettiest thing in the world, but there was something about them. So morbid, they were beautiful.

As Wilhelmina, followed by Minerva, entered the staff room again, Ed noticed that there was a certain worry in the latter's eyes. He had a class to teach now, so he couldn't question her. He also noticed that the owl had her feathers ruffled as if something had grabbed her mid-flight. He stood, draining the last of his drink and putting the mug away.

"So what happened?"

"The owl's injured, looks like someone or something grabbed her." said the Care of Magical Creatures teacher with a slight scowl examining said owl.

"Good luck with her then," He said as he walked out of the room. Hopefully the owl hadn't been carrying something important. Hopefully.

Uhoh Ed jinxed it again. Quick question, do you guys want me to write snippets of his other classes? They would serve as fillers and probably wouldn't be too long, unless they were inside of a chapter. They could be mini chapters when I have writers block. Just a thought. Please remember to follow favorite and review!