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Chapter Three: Runaway Snidget
Harry went up to his room and sat on his bed. He opened the letter, seeing two pieces
inside. He took out the first piece. It was a supply list for school. The other was a note
from Professor McGonagall. It seemed like a permission slip of some sort. Harry read it
over. It was for a field trip to France. It would take place from January tenth until the
fourteenth. Only fourth through sixth years were going. He decided that it would be
pointless to ask Uncle Vernon to sign it. He decided to send it to Sirius. He wanted to ask
him about the previous night.
He walked over to his chest and took out a quill, a sheet of parchment, and his bottle
of ink.
Dear Sirius,
How have you been? I haven't heard from you all summer. Fourth, fifth, and
sixth years are going to France for a field trip, so I need someone to sign the
permission slip. Could you please? I'll send it with this note.
Also, last night, I thought I saw you in the road, and I waved to you. I ended
up getting flung onto my bed and falling asleep. Was that you? A large group of
cats were circling around in front of my house with a black, shaggy dog. Do you
have any idea what happened?
Love,
A very confused Harry
Harry read it over. Yes, he thought, it sounded stupid, but how else was he to ask
Sirius about what happened? He rolled up the parchment and fastened it to Hedwig's
talon. Hedwig nipped Harry's finger affectionately. Harry opened the window and
allowed Hedwig to fly out, then shut it. When he turned around, he saw a glint of gold,
then nothing. Harry's Snidget, which he decided to name Gobo, had gotten out. He turned
around quickly. He was frozen in shock for a moment, then he gasped, when he saw the
never-repaired hole that Uncle Vernon had put on Harry's door in his second year to give
him food. The flap on it was swinging back and forth. A hurried rustling and a soft
cooing were coming from the hallway.
He tiptoed slowly across the room, trying not to wake the Dursleys. He leaned his
head out into the hallway looking for the slightest hint of gold. The rustling and cooing
noises had moved downstairs. Harry took a deep breath and walked out of his room and
across the landing and down the stairs, careful not to step on the bottom stair, as it
creaked. The noise had now moved to, and seemed to settle in, the kitchen. Harry pushed
the door open slowly, and it let out a long, drawling creak. There was a thumping noise
upstairs. Harry froze. Gobo was floating over the sink near the window. A cat, apparently
on the windowsill, was pawing the glass with interest.
"Hey!" Harry hissed.
The Snidget immediately dropped into a dirty pot in the sink with a loud clang. Gobo
flew up. He had what looked to be a deep cut in his side. He had fallen onto a knife. With
an odd somehow-familiar song, tears came out of his eyes and spread over the wound and
it healed almost instantly. An indistinct shout came from Uncle Vernon. Harry was sure
these were the last moments of his life. Then ------
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!
Dudley had awoken from another nightmare. Without thinking, Harry ran across the
room, grabbed Gobo, and dashed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He had just reached
his door and opened it when the door next to him began to open. He literally jumped over
the threshold and silently shut the door behind him. He ran and jumped on his bed.
With a loud crash, Uncle Vernon pounded the door open. "WHAT HAVE YOU
BEEN DOING TO DUDLEY!? EVERY TIME HE'S WOKEN UP I'VE FOUND YOU
IN HERE AWAKE!"
This was true. He hadn't realized it before, but he been awake, and had only been awake on the days that Dudley woke up screaming. The only night Harry was up when Dudley wasn't was when the cats and dog were outside...
"I haven't done anything to Dudley! Why would I bother!" Harry shouted back.
"You... I'll..." His voice trailed off. He turned around and stormed out and had
presumably gone into Dudley's room to stifle his shrieking.
Harry laid on his bed, trying to drown out the conversation on the next room.
Tap. Tap. Harry looked up. Hedwig was back, holding Harry's letter. Harry stood up
walked across the room, and opened the window. Hedwig flew through the window and
into his cage.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he rubbed Hedwig's back. Hedwig dropped the
note. Harry picked it up and read it. It was a reply from Sirius.
Dear Harry,
Yes, that was me. Strange things have been happening. I'll give you an
update, since I am without a doubt that the Muggles refuse you to get The Daily
Prophet. Riots by the Death Eaters have been taking place all summer. On your
birthday, there was one very near you house. Even your aunt and uncle were
forced to get memory charms. I was trying to protect you. That's why I was there.
I have been very close by since. I will explain more later on, but you must be
careful, Harry. Try to remain in your house until you get to Hogwarts. If you need
to go far away, please tell me in advance, so I can find a way of keeping you safe.
Love,
Sirius
P.S.: Forgive me, but I'm afraid that I can not condone of you going to France for
five days with only three teachers, none of which is Dumbledore. You will have to
stay at the castle.
Harry was sort of disappointed. He was sure Sirius would let him go to France, and he
had also thought had thought the reply from Sirius would help him understand the things
that happened. Now he found out that he couldn't go on the field trip that he was sure
everyone else was going on, and was, if possible, even more confused.
He decided upon writing to Sirius the next day about his plans to go to the Quidditch
match. As he laid down on his bed, he began to wonder about Gobo. Not all Snidgets
could do that, could they? It didn't say anything about it in Quidditch Through the
Ages...
Chapter Three: Runaway Snidget
Harry went up to his room and sat on his bed. He opened the letter, seeing two pieces
inside. He took out the first piece. It was a supply list for school. The other was a note
from Professor McGonagall. It seemed like a permission slip of some sort. Harry read it
over. It was for a field trip to France. It would take place from January tenth until the
fourteenth. Only fourth through sixth years were going. He decided that it would be
pointless to ask Uncle Vernon to sign it. He decided to send it to Sirius. He wanted to ask
him about the previous night.
He walked over to his chest and took out a quill, a sheet of parchment, and his bottle
of ink.
Dear Sirius,
How have you been? I haven't heard from you all summer. Fourth, fifth, and
sixth years are going to France for a field trip, so I need someone to sign the
permission slip. Could you please? I'll send it with this note.
Also, last night, I thought I saw you in the road, and I waved to you. I ended
up getting flung onto my bed and falling asleep. Was that you? A large group of
cats were circling around in front of my house with a black, shaggy dog. Do you
have any idea what happened?
Love,
A very confused Harry
Harry read it over. Yes, he thought, it sounded stupid, but how else was he to ask
Sirius about what happened? He rolled up the parchment and fastened it to Hedwig's
talon. Hedwig nipped Harry's finger affectionately. Harry opened the window and
allowed Hedwig to fly out, then shut it. When he turned around, he saw a glint of gold,
then nothing. Harry's Snidget, which he decided to name Gobo, had gotten out. He turned
around quickly. He was frozen in shock for a moment, then he gasped, when he saw the
never-repaired hole that Uncle Vernon had put on Harry's door in his second year to give
him food. The flap on it was swinging back and forth. A hurried rustling and a soft
cooing were coming from the hallway.
He tiptoed slowly across the room, trying not to wake the Dursleys. He leaned his
head out into the hallway looking for the slightest hint of gold. The rustling and cooing
noises had moved downstairs. Harry took a deep breath and walked out of his room and
across the landing and down the stairs, careful not to step on the bottom stair, as it
creaked. The noise had now moved to, and seemed to settle in, the kitchen. Harry pushed
the door open slowly, and it let out a long, drawling creak. There was a thumping noise
upstairs. Harry froze. Gobo was floating over the sink near the window. A cat, apparently
on the windowsill, was pawing the glass with interest.
"Hey!" Harry hissed.
The Snidget immediately dropped into a dirty pot in the sink with a loud clang. Gobo
flew up. He had what looked to be a deep cut in his side. He had fallen onto a knife. With
an odd somehow-familiar song, tears came out of his eyes and spread over the wound and
it healed almost instantly. An indistinct shout came from Uncle Vernon. Harry was sure
these were the last moments of his life. Then ------
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!
Dudley had awoken from another nightmare. Without thinking, Harry ran across the
room, grabbed Gobo, and dashed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He had just reached
his door and opened it when the door next to him began to open. He literally jumped over
the threshold and silently shut the door behind him. He ran and jumped on his bed.
With a loud crash, Uncle Vernon pounded the door open. "WHAT HAVE YOU
BEEN DOING TO DUDLEY!? EVERY TIME HE'S WOKEN UP I'VE FOUND YOU
IN HERE AWAKE!"
This was true. He hadn't realized it before, but he been awake, and had only been awake on the days that Dudley woke up screaming. The only night Harry was up when Dudley wasn't was when the cats and dog were outside...
"I haven't done anything to Dudley! Why would I bother!" Harry shouted back.
"You... I'll..." His voice trailed off. He turned around and stormed out and had
presumably gone into Dudley's room to stifle his shrieking.
Harry laid on his bed, trying to drown out the conversation on the next room.
Tap. Tap. Harry looked up. Hedwig was back, holding Harry's letter. Harry stood up
walked across the room, and opened the window. Hedwig flew through the window and
into his cage.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he rubbed Hedwig's back. Hedwig dropped the
note. Harry picked it up and read it. It was a reply from Sirius.
Dear Harry,
Yes, that was me. Strange things have been happening. I'll give you an
update, since I am without a doubt that the Muggles refuse you to get The Daily
Prophet. Riots by the Death Eaters have been taking place all summer. On your
birthday, there was one very near you house. Even your aunt and uncle were
forced to get memory charms. I was trying to protect you. That's why I was there.
I have been very close by since. I will explain more later on, but you must be
careful, Harry. Try to remain in your house until you get to Hogwarts. If you need
to go far away, please tell me in advance, so I can find a way of keeping you safe.
Love,
Sirius
P.S.: Forgive me, but I'm afraid that I can not condone of you going to France for
five days with only three teachers, none of which is Dumbledore. You will have to
stay at the castle.
Harry was sort of disappointed. He was sure Sirius would let him go to France, and he
had also thought had thought the reply from Sirius would help him understand the things
that happened. Now he found out that he couldn't go on the field trip that he was sure
everyone else was going on, and was, if possible, even more confused.
He decided upon writing to Sirius the next day about his plans to go to the Quidditch
match. As he laid down on his bed, he began to wonder about Gobo. Not all Snidgets
could do that, could they? It didn't say anything about it in Quidditch Through the
Ages...