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Chapter 2: Hedwidgeon and Primwig



Harry stared at the egg. A thin crack formed. Suddenly a beak popped out. Hedwig
was standing there watching. The egg fell apart. A small bald thing, that would be the last
thing anyone would call cute, was standing on its sibling. It had been a double yolked egg.

(A/n- I've seen double yolked eggs before, but I've never heard of two chicks
hatching at once. If this is impossible, I apologize. It's a story. Don't flame in your reviews.)

Hedwig stood over the two and went back to sleep. Harry couldn't do so. He had
already fainted.


The next day Harry woke up to a clicking noise at the window. Pigwidgeon was
standing, well actually flying, outside, and hooting impatiantly. Harry grabbed the bird.

"Look, you just made my owl unhelpful for over a month! Stupid bird! If I catch
you neer her I'll-"

Harry broke off. "What am I doing? I sound like an overprotective father. Here,
get some water."

Any other bird would have been quiet after this. Pig on the other hand happily
hooted... that is until Hedwig started hissing at him. Then the weeny owl shut up. Harry
sighed and looked at the letter Ron sent him.



Hi Harry!

Dumbledore gave permission! You can come over! We'll be coming to pick you up next
friday! Don't worry about the muggles. They can't stop you. Don't forget to pack your
Firebolt! Fred and George bought a quiddich set. How'd they get the money? Oh well. They
made a new thing. Don't touch anything of theirs! Expecially the pillows.

-Ron



Harry was shocked. He had completely forgot to tell Ron. But didn't he tell? No.
I decided it was her first time confiding in me, and I shouldn't tell the world. But I shouldn't
just leave her alone.

The two owlets started to peep. Harry jumped. He had to find out what to do with
the little birds. He started to write...



Hello Ron,

I've got a problem. Your frisky bird decided it want some fun, and now I have two baby owls.
What should I do? Do they need special food, or what?

Also, I would rather stay here. Aunt Petunia got a divorce. She's actually much nicer than
before. It turns out she dated a squib. When Vernon married her, he made her refuse to
mention magic. She's still a bit upset. Maybe later. I'm sorry.

-Harry

P.S.- Tell Hermione she won't have to buy an owl anymore.



That should do it. He didn't have to mention that it was Snape's brother. Harry
went downstairs and started to cook breakfast for his Aunt.

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Ron stared at the letter. Not only had he never expected Harry to rufuse, or the
fact that Petunia went out with a squib, but the owlets. To protect the mailing system, owls
can't get baby owls unless the owners of both owls put a charm so it is possible. If Harry
didn't do that, then those chicks were not owls...




A/N- Sorry I'm ending so early. I wanted to get a second chapter out soon. I'll have more
later. If I don't write, it's because I'm in a musical, take all honors classes, have two projects,
ballet, and voice lessons. :P This is just a weekend thing. Sorry.


Kittenmommy- How come you have to read my mind. I was going to do that. But how?



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