This will just be a series of pointless events.
This is PRE-HBP. Short. Short stories if you will.

I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTER! ALL J.K.ROWLINGS!
THE PLOT IS MINE THOUGH!

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Gryffindor Tower

(The eve of Graduation for Harry and the gang. Some partied harder than others)

After sneaking in a crate of Firewhiskey to the Gryffindor common room, all of the graduating class were all more than excited and tipsy to sleep. So on a successful whim, Harry suggested Quidditch.

Out went the future graduates, in stayed the firewiskey...and Hedwig.

"I'm a good bird. I do as Harry says. I fly a good speed and can peck the shit out of people than other owls my age and otherwise. And in six years I've never had any fun. Time to start now!"Thought Hedwig as she flew over to Harry's cup filled with firewiskey.

With the first taste, Hedwig almost croaked on the spot. But then as though it was ambrosia, Hedwig drank more.

"THIS IS AWESOME!!! I NEED MORE!!" Thought Hedwig as she drank the rest of Harry's drink.

Soon after, Hedwig finished most, if not, all of the cups that were filled with anything and the bottles that she could somehow drink out of.

Hedwig felt the room spinning as though she was caught in a wind vortex, so she decided to try to fly to the couch.
But since Hedwig was beyond blasted, only one wing responded and thus leaving her to fall on the floor. Soon after, Hedwig blacked out from her self partying.

"Harry tha was a wiccked catch," stated a still inebriated Ron hanging off of a previously drunk Hermione.

"Thank you! Thank you! I lo' you!" Stated Harry in an imitation Michael Jackson voice.

Everyone started filing in and noticed that they're firewhiskey disappeared.

"Hey! Where's me bloody whiskey?" Shouted an angry Seamus Finnigan.

And soon everyone started to complain until Hermione silenced them.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

And in an instant, everyone shut up.

Clearing her throat, Hermione continued, "I don't know what happend to it. But it's possible a McGonagall found it and didn't say anything. Though I'd doubt it. But in any case, let's try to rule out what we've got. All of us went out to the pitch, right."

A scattered mumur went about of affirmations.

"Okay, and all of the 6th years and below where sanctioned off from entering this area," Hermione paused to see that those whose inebriated states were wearing off slowly understood.

"And we told Dobby to come and warn us if any staff member was heading in this direction," Hermione paused briefly to think of her next sentence.

"So that would mean that whomever did finish off our whiskey should still be in the room!" Hermione stated excitedly as though she solved her first quantum physics equation.

"You know uh, Hermione. You seem pretty sober for someone who drank more that Seamus and Ron combined...," stated a slightly confused Harry.

Blushing lightly, "Well you see... back at home me and my friends get really, really bored. One thing leads to jelly shots another leads to body shots which leads to a massive orgy- and for 4 years in a row that's all we do so...I'm was barely tipsy." Hermione ended this tid-bit about her life only to continue loudly with her point.

"AS I WAS SAYING, the culprit is still here! Search the room!"

Soon after the 15+ drunken teenagers looked around haphazardly, they found the culprit.

"Hedwig?!" Harry stated in shock.

Harry was about to pick her up when abruptly Hedwig rolled over and threw up her stomach contents on to the floor and began breathing heavily for a moment before passing out again.

"...Sick." Stated some random kid in the back.

"Harry, I'm so sorry...," Started Ron as he stared at Hedwig on the floor passed out.

Then continuing with, "...But we're gonna have to kill your bird."

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)-: Waiting for my Deathly Hallows copy :-(

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