Hermione Granger groaned as she read the last sentence of the encyclopediac-ish book of The Ancient History of the Maeldvin Empire. She had finished reading all her 15 books that she had bought from Diagon Alley yesterday and decided, due to lack of anything better to do, to re-read them. A faint hoot interrupted her thoughts. She spun around and saw a snowy owl swooping down from the azure skies and heading towards her window...............
SPLAT!!!
............ her closed window.
Hermione gasped and stared at the window where the flattened face of Hedwig was slowly sliding down the surface of the glass. A few seconds later, her eyes burnt from staring, bringing her back to reality. She ran to her window to help Hedwig but the owl had already slid down the windowpane.
A scream rang out.
Hermione quickly unlatched her window, pushed it open and looked below. Hedwig had plopped onto Mrs Granger's head and Mrs Granger was shrieking hysterically like a deranged woman. Mr. Granger, who had stopped mowing the lawn to watch his wife, did nothing to help except to repeat the word 'ha' continuously while clutching his stomach and gasping for air.
[the burrow]
A boy in a pyjamas too big for him was staring at the cloudless night sky from the small bedroom window. He sighed, averted his eyes from the blazing stars and headed to his bed; but not before casting a hopeful glance at the dark sky again.
"What's taking Hedwig?"
The bedroom door opened and a gangly redhead entered yawning. "You'd better get some sleep Harry. We're going to the train station very early in the morning tomorrow. Dad has some urgent meeting with the Ministry at ten in the morning and he'll be dropping us at the station before he goes to work."
Harry nodded, "Okay, Ron. I'm just worried about Hedwig."
"Aw don't worry about Hedwig," Ron said as he climbed onto his bed and into the covers, "Hermione will take excellent care of her."
"I know," Harry began and Ron gave him a 'Well-Then?' look. "I just feel that something bad has happened..."
Ron groaned and switched off the lights. "As far as I know, Crookshanks isn't fond of owl meat. With that piece of information confirmed, what could possibly have gone wrong?"
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'Oh Lord' was the only thing Doctor Cale could say when he saw Hedwig. Her beak was slightly crooked, her body was battered and bruised and her wings were broken.
Harry's loyal pet was immediately rushed to the Intensive Care Unit in the vet hospital. And now in the waiting room, together with her father, Hermione Granger placed her head in her hands. Hedwig was not dead..... but there was no way she could be certain that it would continue to breathe after a few more minutes. How was she going to explain to Harry about the series of violent incidents today? The window incident had crushed Hedwig's face. Her mother went out of control and stomped on Hedwig a few times after it fell from her head to the hard ground. As if the stompings were not enough, she kicked the owl hard, sending it flying through the air and out of the Granger's garden to the asphalt road where it was run over by a passing truck.
[THE END]
SPLAT!!!
............ her closed window.
Hermione gasped and stared at the window where the flattened face of Hedwig was slowly sliding down the surface of the glass. A few seconds later, her eyes burnt from staring, bringing her back to reality. She ran to her window to help Hedwig but the owl had already slid down the windowpane.
A scream rang out.
Hermione quickly unlatched her window, pushed it open and looked below. Hedwig had plopped onto Mrs Granger's head and Mrs Granger was shrieking hysterically like a deranged woman. Mr. Granger, who had stopped mowing the lawn to watch his wife, did nothing to help except to repeat the word 'ha' continuously while clutching his stomach and gasping for air.
[the burrow]
A boy in a pyjamas too big for him was staring at the cloudless night sky from the small bedroom window. He sighed, averted his eyes from the blazing stars and headed to his bed; but not before casting a hopeful glance at the dark sky again.
"What's taking Hedwig?"
The bedroom door opened and a gangly redhead entered yawning. "You'd better get some sleep Harry. We're going to the train station very early in the morning tomorrow. Dad has some urgent meeting with the Ministry at ten in the morning and he'll be dropping us at the station before he goes to work."
Harry nodded, "Okay, Ron. I'm just worried about Hedwig."
"Aw don't worry about Hedwig," Ron said as he climbed onto his bed and into the covers, "Hermione will take excellent care of her."
"I know," Harry began and Ron gave him a 'Well-Then?' look. "I just feel that something bad has happened..."
Ron groaned and switched off the lights. "As far as I know, Crookshanks isn't fond of owl meat. With that piece of information confirmed, what could possibly have gone wrong?"
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'Oh Lord' was the only thing Doctor Cale could say when he saw Hedwig. Her beak was slightly crooked, her body was battered and bruised and her wings were broken.
Harry's loyal pet was immediately rushed to the Intensive Care Unit in the vet hospital. And now in the waiting room, together with her father, Hermione Granger placed her head in her hands. Hedwig was not dead..... but there was no way she could be certain that it would continue to breathe after a few more minutes. How was she going to explain to Harry about the series of violent incidents today? The window incident had crushed Hedwig's face. Her mother went out of control and stomped on Hedwig a few times after it fell from her head to the hard ground. As if the stompings were not enough, she kicked the owl hard, sending it flying through the air and out of the Granger's garden to the asphalt road where it was run over by a passing truck.
[THE END]