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Hello again. Thanks to all of you that reviewed, and asked me to write more. Why?
I turned Dudley into a ballet dancer, and killed off another Hedwig. Very eventful chapter indeed.
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Harry sat on his bed reading his copy of 'amazing owls and how to kill them'. He sighed a little sigh, hummed a little tune and chewed thoughtfully on a toenail.
Only three days until he would return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was soon to begin his second year at the school, which sucked, but at least the damned bird wouldn't be in his room, screeching and crapping everywhere. She could stay in the owlry, and annoy the other birds. Hedwig the fourth was crammed into her cage by the window, hooting furiously at nothing in particular. Harry threw some breadcrumbs at her from where he was sitting, and got back to his book. It was extremely interesting, actually.
Just then, he heard a crash from the next room. He got back to reading. It was probably Dudley, practising his new 'sport'.
His cousin had just taken up ballet dancing, to get fit and impress girls. Dudley had all the grace of a drunken hippopotamus on roller skates, but was improving. Improving painfully slowly, but improving nonetheless.
Dudley was continuously bumping into things, like walls, but the thuds were getting less frequent after a good few months of practising.
Uncle Vernon wasn't too happy with his son's hobby. He was more fond of wrestling, or kick boxing, but Dudley wasn't too keen on violence. Which was fine with Harry, until Dudley needed a partner to practice with. Then he ran.
The days passed quickly, and soon he was boarding the train that would take him straight to the school. He hated the train. It smelt like piss and was full of new witches and wizards, all trying to impress people by showing off the new spells they had learnt.
I can't believe I was once a first year, thought Harry as he waded through the crowds to find his friends, Ron and Hermoine.
He eventually found them in a small compartment right at the back of the train. "Are you avoiding me?" He asked them as he sat down. "No." Nodded Ron. Harry grunted. He didn't blame them.
"Where's Hedwig?" asked Hermione innocently.
"Oh, I er." Harry scratched the back of his neck and looked casually out the window. A white snowy owl looking suspiciously like Hedwig the fourth flew past, hooting merrily. "I let her outside, you know, for some fresh air."
"Harry, you twat!" yelled Hermione, and opened the window, dragging the poor bird back in and locking it firmly, seeing Ron looking at it. She wouldn't put it past him to jump out. He'd done it before.
Hermione let go of Hedwig and she flew in circles, screaming in rage at Hermione, then flying straight into the window with a loud THUNK.
Hermione's bottom lip began to tremble, and she said in an upset sort of voice, "Oh but Harry, you promised you wouldn't kill this one!"
Thunk thunk thunk
"Look, it isn't dead yet, is it?" Said Harry in defence, pointing at the window to where his owl was flying repeatedly into the clear glass pane trying, unsuccessfully, to break through.
"I don't think he'll last much longer though." Said Ron.
Thunk thunk thunk
"Don't be stupid." Snapped Harry. "He bashes into things all the time, and he's been fine."
Hedwig flew into the window one last time, before dropping onto the floor of the train compartment and not moving. Hermione let out a little sob.
"Bugger." Said Harry.
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Ok, so this chapter sucked. I'll make the next one longer, promise.
Hello again. Thanks to all of you that reviewed, and asked me to write more. Why?
I turned Dudley into a ballet dancer, and killed off another Hedwig. Very eventful chapter indeed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry sat on his bed reading his copy of 'amazing owls and how to kill them'. He sighed a little sigh, hummed a little tune and chewed thoughtfully on a toenail.
Only three days until he would return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He was soon to begin his second year at the school, which sucked, but at least the damned bird wouldn't be in his room, screeching and crapping everywhere. She could stay in the owlry, and annoy the other birds. Hedwig the fourth was crammed into her cage by the window, hooting furiously at nothing in particular. Harry threw some breadcrumbs at her from where he was sitting, and got back to his book. It was extremely interesting, actually.
Just then, he heard a crash from the next room. He got back to reading. It was probably Dudley, practising his new 'sport'.
His cousin had just taken up ballet dancing, to get fit and impress girls. Dudley had all the grace of a drunken hippopotamus on roller skates, but was improving. Improving painfully slowly, but improving nonetheless.
Dudley was continuously bumping into things, like walls, but the thuds were getting less frequent after a good few months of practising.
Uncle Vernon wasn't too happy with his son's hobby. He was more fond of wrestling, or kick boxing, but Dudley wasn't too keen on violence. Which was fine with Harry, until Dudley needed a partner to practice with. Then he ran.
The days passed quickly, and soon he was boarding the train that would take him straight to the school. He hated the train. It smelt like piss and was full of new witches and wizards, all trying to impress people by showing off the new spells they had learnt.
I can't believe I was once a first year, thought Harry as he waded through the crowds to find his friends, Ron and Hermoine.
He eventually found them in a small compartment right at the back of the train. "Are you avoiding me?" He asked them as he sat down. "No." Nodded Ron. Harry grunted. He didn't blame them.
"Where's Hedwig?" asked Hermione innocently.
"Oh, I er." Harry scratched the back of his neck and looked casually out the window. A white snowy owl looking suspiciously like Hedwig the fourth flew past, hooting merrily. "I let her outside, you know, for some fresh air."
"Harry, you twat!" yelled Hermione, and opened the window, dragging the poor bird back in and locking it firmly, seeing Ron looking at it. She wouldn't put it past him to jump out. He'd done it before.
Hermione let go of Hedwig and she flew in circles, screaming in rage at Hermione, then flying straight into the window with a loud THUNK.
Hermione's bottom lip began to tremble, and she said in an upset sort of voice, "Oh but Harry, you promised you wouldn't kill this one!"
Thunk thunk thunk
"Look, it isn't dead yet, is it?" Said Harry in defence, pointing at the window to where his owl was flying repeatedly into the clear glass pane trying, unsuccessfully, to break through.
"I don't think he'll last much longer though." Said Ron.
Thunk thunk thunk
"Don't be stupid." Snapped Harry. "He bashes into things all the time, and he's been fine."
Hedwig flew into the window one last time, before dropping onto the floor of the train compartment and not moving. Hermione let out a little sob.
"Bugger." Said Harry.
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Ok, so this chapter sucked. I'll make the next one longer, promise.