"What the-" Uncle Vernon cried. Hedwig hit his face and sent him flying
into the wall. Harry watched in horror as Hedwig bit and clawed at uncle
Vernon's face. Then Harry ran at the two figures in the dark. He wrenched
Hedwig off Uncle Vernon's face, but the vampire owl was too strong.
Somehow, the two managed to fight Hedwig into her cage. There, she
struggled and thrashed about. Harry and Uncle Vernon stood and looked at
eachother. Then at the owl's cage. Hedwig calmed down enough to sit and
sulk, staring at them with her round, yellow eyes. They sat in silence
watching Hedwig, until Vernon needed someone to blame.
"Stupid boy, what have you done!" He roared, standing in order to be taller than Harry.
"Uncle, Vernon, I don't know! She just burst out of her cage in the middle of the night!" Said Harry, remaining sitting.
"That's what you want me to believe. You probably were doing some strange other worldly thing and something went wrong."
"Uncle Vernon, you know as well as I do, I'm not allowed to do magic at home! I'm an under age wizard." Harry stood up. He would not allow Uncle Vernon to push him around. Uncle Vernon was not a very tall man, and at fifteen Harry was just as tall. Vernon didn't like that.
"Don't use those words around me, boy." Uncle Vernon hissed. The room became silent. Then, a small creak of wires. Harry and Uncle Vernon saw Hedwig's cage door swing open. And the killer owl hopped out on top of the cage. She looked at them with evil in her eyes. She spread her wings and flew at them with deadly accuracy, hitting uncle Vernon Square on the chest.
"Help me Harry!" He screamed. Harry looked in horror at uncle Vernon and Hedwig. He knew, if he didn't do something, Uncle Vernon would be a vampire too. Harry ran down the stairs into the kitchen. In a blind panic, he looked for something that might help. "Kill vampires with wooden stakes. Wooden stakes. Stakes." He thought. Above his head, he heard Uncle Vernon's cries for help. How Aunt Petunia and Dudley could sleep through that, Harry didn't know. Searching through the drawers of knifes, his fingers found something wooden and elongated. It would have to do. Racing upstairs, sliding on the slick floors, he found Uncle Vernon losing the battle of life and death. Hedwig had opened a few wounds in him, and was trying to drink his life giving blood. Harry grabbed Hedwig's shoulder and flipped her over. She shrieked in surprise and alarm as Harry sunk the wooden spoon, for that was what it was, into her heart.
"Stupid boy, what have you done!" He roared, standing in order to be taller than Harry.
"Uncle, Vernon, I don't know! She just burst out of her cage in the middle of the night!" Said Harry, remaining sitting.
"That's what you want me to believe. You probably were doing some strange other worldly thing and something went wrong."
"Uncle Vernon, you know as well as I do, I'm not allowed to do magic at home! I'm an under age wizard." Harry stood up. He would not allow Uncle Vernon to push him around. Uncle Vernon was not a very tall man, and at fifteen Harry was just as tall. Vernon didn't like that.
"Don't use those words around me, boy." Uncle Vernon hissed. The room became silent. Then, a small creak of wires. Harry and Uncle Vernon saw Hedwig's cage door swing open. And the killer owl hopped out on top of the cage. She looked at them with evil in her eyes. She spread her wings and flew at them with deadly accuracy, hitting uncle Vernon Square on the chest.
"Help me Harry!" He screamed. Harry looked in horror at uncle Vernon and Hedwig. He knew, if he didn't do something, Uncle Vernon would be a vampire too. Harry ran down the stairs into the kitchen. In a blind panic, he looked for something that might help. "Kill vampires with wooden stakes. Wooden stakes. Stakes." He thought. Above his head, he heard Uncle Vernon's cries for help. How Aunt Petunia and Dudley could sleep through that, Harry didn't know. Searching through the drawers of knifes, his fingers found something wooden and elongated. It would have to do. Racing upstairs, sliding on the slick floors, he found Uncle Vernon losing the battle of life and death. Hedwig had opened a few wounds in him, and was trying to drink his life giving blood. Harry grabbed Hedwig's shoulder and flipped her over. She shrieked in surprise and alarm as Harry sunk the wooden spoon, for that was what it was, into her heart.