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Author's Note: I know this chapter may seem a little iffy, but the bird part is really important! You'll see! ;-)
The Wizard Pigeon
On September first, Harry, Ron, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny woke up early, in attempt to get to King's Station early. They had returned to the Burrow the week before. Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen, cooking up a going-away breakfast for all of them. Ron and Harry could smell the delicious food from Ron's bedroom, as they got dressed into their wizard robes.
"Mmm…Mum's cooking wizard's eggs!" Ron sniffed, much resembling his old rat, Scabbers.
Harry chuckled. He was trying to lay his jet-black hair down flat, but gave up after it sprung up. Harry's hair was never tidy, although he made an effort every morning.
Harry and Ron made their way down the stairs, the smell of the delectable eggs made their mouth's water.
"Ah! Harry, Ron, would you like some eggs?" offered Mrs. Weasley, holding the frying pan up to their face.
"Would we ever!" Ron exclaimed looking at the blue eggs, his eye's glistening. He was always one for food!
They sat down at the small table as Mrs. Weasley plopped their breakfast onto the plates. Harry looked at them cautiously; they were a light shade of blue. He had eaten Muggle eggs at the Dursley's, and those were yellow and white. But blue? They looked a little questionable to him.
"Now eat up everyone, you all have a big day ahead of you! You need your energy!" Mrs. Weasley said giving the last bit to Mr. Weasley who sat at the head of the table. "Even you Arthur!"
Mr. Weasley sat there with everyone puzzlingly watching him stuff his face, shoveling the eggs into his tiny mouth. He had to work today and if he wasted another minute of his morning, he'd be late.
"Honestly Arthur!"
He turned his head up, with eggs dribbling out of his mouth he sarcastically said, "What?"
Harry had no appetite. He never did on the day that he went to Hogwarts. He was nervous and excited all at the same time. His stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels as the clock neared 11:00. He looked around the table at Ron's family, all shoveling food into their mouth.
"Oh! You kids better bring down all your stuff! We'll be late!" Mrs. Weasley suddenly realized. The Weasley's were never on time.
Harry and Ron made their way up the stairs quickly. When they stepped into Ron's room, they noticed a gray bird sitting on Harry's trunk shelf, holding Harry's wand in his beak. It was the wizard pigeon they had seen with Hagrid at Diagon Alley. He had the same short, stubby beak, and the same black spot on its back.
"Hey!" Harry flung himself at the bird. "Give that back, you mangy bird!" The bird sat on the window ledge, looking evilly at Harry. "Easy…alright, that's it! GIVE IT BACK RIGHT NOW! YOU'LL BE SORRY IF YOU DON'T! "
Ron slowly made his way to the window in attempt to help as Harry grabbed for his wand. Just missing it, the bird flew out of the window, disappearing into the clouds, not turning back.
"What was that all about?" Ron exclaimed. Looking out into the sky.
Harry shook his head in disgust, "He stole my wand! Oh, I'll get him!"
Mrs. Weasley opened the door a crack sticking her head through, "Come on boys, time's a wasting!"
Following behind the long line of Weasleys, Harry and Ron dragged their trunks down the stairs. Thump. Thump. Harry was now in a very bad mood, having his wand been stolen and all. Ron could see his face enraged with intense anger. Harry either had to buy a new wand or find some way to get the stolen one back
* * *
The last whistle blew to board the Hogwarts Express as Ron and Harry stepped onto the train. They immediately spotted Hermione in the back. As they made their way to her, Harry spotted Cho Chang, a soon to be fifth –year student he had a crush on. Harry had noticed her beauty at the Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. She too was a seeker. He gave her a grin, and she beamed back. He was extremely excited for this year, for it was his turn to go to the Yule Ball. All he had to do was work up enough courage to ask her to go with him.
"Harry…Harry?" Ron nudged him forcing him forward. He could feel his face burn a color of bright crimson as he made his way to the back of the train.
"Hi!" Hermione patted the seat, motioning for them to sit down as the train started along the tracks.
Ron plopped down, "Hey!" Hermione pulled some sweets out of her pockets.
"I bought some stuff for you, Ron." He immediately picked up the boxes of chocolate frogs and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
"Thanks!" Ron's eyes glittered as they landed on the piles and piles of chocolate, jellybeans, and suckers.
Hermione chuckled. "So Harry, how's it been at Ron's?"
"Besides the fact that my wand's stolen, just fine!" Harry replied in a sarcastic tone.
"You're wand was stolen?" Hermione gasped. "Who would do that?"
"Hagrid's little friend that's who!"
"They wizard pigeon?"
"Yes."
Hermione slowly shook her head. "I knew there was something iffy about that bird right from the start!"
"What do you mean?" they heard a muffled voice coming from Ron's mouth full of sweets.
"I don't know, it just seemed…different. I don't know."
"Yeah, I guess it did," Harry agreed with a look of puzzlement. "Well, anyway, you know, this year you can go to Hogsmeade without sneaking. That'll be great!"
"Yeah! You missed a lot last year! I mean, when you weren't there with us…" Hermione scoffed.
The train ride went quickly. Before they knew it they were at Hogwarts, listening to Hagrid's voice ring out, commanding all the first years to follow him. Harry spotted the pigeon was sitting on Hagrid's shoulders, looking highly angelic, its eyes following Harry as the three of them walked past.
Author's Note: I know this chapter may seem a little iffy, but the bird part is really important! You'll see! ;-)
The Wizard Pigeon
On September first, Harry, Ron, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny woke up early, in attempt to get to King's Station early. They had returned to the Burrow the week before. Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen, cooking up a going-away breakfast for all of them. Ron and Harry could smell the delicious food from Ron's bedroom, as they got dressed into their wizard robes.
"Mmm…Mum's cooking wizard's eggs!" Ron sniffed, much resembling his old rat, Scabbers.
Harry chuckled. He was trying to lay his jet-black hair down flat, but gave up after it sprung up. Harry's hair was never tidy, although he made an effort every morning.
Harry and Ron made their way down the stairs, the smell of the delectable eggs made their mouth's water.
"Ah! Harry, Ron, would you like some eggs?" offered Mrs. Weasley, holding the frying pan up to their face.
"Would we ever!" Ron exclaimed looking at the blue eggs, his eye's glistening. He was always one for food!
They sat down at the small table as Mrs. Weasley plopped their breakfast onto the plates. Harry looked at them cautiously; they were a light shade of blue. He had eaten Muggle eggs at the Dursley's, and those were yellow and white. But blue? They looked a little questionable to him.
"Now eat up everyone, you all have a big day ahead of you! You need your energy!" Mrs. Weasley said giving the last bit to Mr. Weasley who sat at the head of the table. "Even you Arthur!"
Mr. Weasley sat there with everyone puzzlingly watching him stuff his face, shoveling the eggs into his tiny mouth. He had to work today and if he wasted another minute of his morning, he'd be late.
"Honestly Arthur!"
He turned his head up, with eggs dribbling out of his mouth he sarcastically said, "What?"
Harry had no appetite. He never did on the day that he went to Hogwarts. He was nervous and excited all at the same time. His stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels as the clock neared 11:00. He looked around the table at Ron's family, all shoveling food into their mouth.
"Oh! You kids better bring down all your stuff! We'll be late!" Mrs. Weasley suddenly realized. The Weasley's were never on time.
Harry and Ron made their way up the stairs quickly. When they stepped into Ron's room, they noticed a gray bird sitting on Harry's trunk shelf, holding Harry's wand in his beak. It was the wizard pigeon they had seen with Hagrid at Diagon Alley. He had the same short, stubby beak, and the same black spot on its back.
"Hey!" Harry flung himself at the bird. "Give that back, you mangy bird!" The bird sat on the window ledge, looking evilly at Harry. "Easy…alright, that's it! GIVE IT BACK RIGHT NOW! YOU'LL BE SORRY IF YOU DON'T! "
Ron slowly made his way to the window in attempt to help as Harry grabbed for his wand. Just missing it, the bird flew out of the window, disappearing into the clouds, not turning back.
"What was that all about?" Ron exclaimed. Looking out into the sky.
Harry shook his head in disgust, "He stole my wand! Oh, I'll get him!"
Mrs. Weasley opened the door a crack sticking her head through, "Come on boys, time's a wasting!"
Following behind the long line of Weasleys, Harry and Ron dragged their trunks down the stairs. Thump. Thump. Harry was now in a very bad mood, having his wand been stolen and all. Ron could see his face enraged with intense anger. Harry either had to buy a new wand or find some way to get the stolen one back
* * *
The last whistle blew to board the Hogwarts Express as Ron and Harry stepped onto the train. They immediately spotted Hermione in the back. As they made their way to her, Harry spotted Cho Chang, a soon to be fifth –year student he had a crush on. Harry had noticed her beauty at the Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. She too was a seeker. He gave her a grin, and she beamed back. He was extremely excited for this year, for it was his turn to go to the Yule Ball. All he had to do was work up enough courage to ask her to go with him.
"Harry…Harry?" Ron nudged him forcing him forward. He could feel his face burn a color of bright crimson as he made his way to the back of the train.
"Hi!" Hermione patted the seat, motioning for them to sit down as the train started along the tracks.
Ron plopped down, "Hey!" Hermione pulled some sweets out of her pockets.
"I bought some stuff for you, Ron." He immediately picked up the boxes of chocolate frogs and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
"Thanks!" Ron's eyes glittered as they landed on the piles and piles of chocolate, jellybeans, and suckers.
Hermione chuckled. "So Harry, how's it been at Ron's?"
"Besides the fact that my wand's stolen, just fine!" Harry replied in a sarcastic tone.
"You're wand was stolen?" Hermione gasped. "Who would do that?"
"Hagrid's little friend that's who!"
"They wizard pigeon?"
"Yes."
Hermione slowly shook her head. "I knew there was something iffy about that bird right from the start!"
"What do you mean?" they heard a muffled voice coming from Ron's mouth full of sweets.
"I don't know, it just seemed…different. I don't know."
"Yeah, I guess it did," Harry agreed with a look of puzzlement. "Well, anyway, you know, this year you can go to Hogsmeade without sneaking. That'll be great!"
"Yeah! You missed a lot last year! I mean, when you weren't there with us…" Hermione scoffed.
The train ride went quickly. Before they knew it they were at Hogwarts, listening to Hagrid's voice ring out, commanding all the first years to follow him. Harry spotted the pigeon was sitting on Hagrid's shoulders, looking highly angelic, its eyes following Harry as the three of them walked past.