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"Oh, Mrs. Figg, we think it's wonderful of you to watch Harry here. We weren't expecting you until later though," Aunt Petunia welcomed Mrs. Figg in. The strong stench of cats followed her.
"Well, this old woman has some things to do later this day and couldn't find time to pick Harry up later. I hope this isn't an inconvenience."
"Oh, nonsense! There's no problem at all," Harry knew Aunt Petunia would never refuse getting rid of Harry even sooner
"Well then, go get your things dear," Mrs. Figg stretched her wrinkly lips into a sweet, endearing smile. Harry had always thought it strange for Mrs. Figg, a muggle, to treat him so nicely.
Harry walked to his room and began packing his things. He hoped he'd still be able to write Ron and Hermione at Mrs. Figg's. It took him long enough to pack all of his scattered quills, parchment, ink, books, and clothing. Once he had all of his possessions packed into his trunk, he grabbed Hedwig's cage.
"We're going to Mrs. Figg's house. Behave yourself, alright?" Harry grabbed a piece of carrot and fed it to her. She nipped his finger affectionately. He placed her cage on top of the trunk and carefully dragged it down the stairs. Mrs. Figg and Aunt Petunia were sitting in the parlor sipping tea. Aunt Petunia glanced up at Harry.
"You're sure that you don't mind Harry bring his pet bird..errr... what was its name again, Harry?" Aunt Petunia looked appalled at the sight of Hedwig.
"Hedwig," he snapped.
"OOhhh, no, of course I don't mind! I love birds, all animals really!" Mrs. Figg pushed herself off of her chair and began walking towards Harry. "Here dear, let me help you with that," Harry was shocked as she picked up Hedwig's cage and bravely put her finger in. Hedwig would have usually gone nuts if someone did this, but she just closed her eyes and let Mrs. Figg stroke her snowy feathers.
"Behave yourself, boy," Mr. Vernon stood sternly in the hallway casting Harry a dangerous look. Dudley stood behind him casting rude and nasty faces.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about this dear; he won't be any trouble at all!" Mrs. Figg said her goodbyes and Harry simply gave his family a flat smile.
It was a nice day outside as the two of them walked down Privet Drive, surely looking very odd, for a jogging couple passing them looked shocked at the sight of an old woman carrying a snowy owl in a cage next to a young boy carrying a large black trunk. Mrs. Figg looked towards them, then continued walking forward, looking towards her house on the next block.
"Muggles..." she muttered, her familiar smile spreading across her face. She glanced at Harry, whose face was overcome with awe.
"Oh, Mrs. Figg, we think it's wonderful of you to watch Harry here. We weren't expecting you until later though," Aunt Petunia welcomed Mrs. Figg in. The strong stench of cats followed her.
"Well, this old woman has some things to do later this day and couldn't find time to pick Harry up later. I hope this isn't an inconvenience."
"Oh, nonsense! There's no problem at all," Harry knew Aunt Petunia would never refuse getting rid of Harry even sooner
"Well then, go get your things dear," Mrs. Figg stretched her wrinkly lips into a sweet, endearing smile. Harry had always thought it strange for Mrs. Figg, a muggle, to treat him so nicely.
Harry walked to his room and began packing his things. He hoped he'd still be able to write Ron and Hermione at Mrs. Figg's. It took him long enough to pack all of his scattered quills, parchment, ink, books, and clothing. Once he had all of his possessions packed into his trunk, he grabbed Hedwig's cage.
"We're going to Mrs. Figg's house. Behave yourself, alright?" Harry grabbed a piece of carrot and fed it to her. She nipped his finger affectionately. He placed her cage on top of the trunk and carefully dragged it down the stairs. Mrs. Figg and Aunt Petunia were sitting in the parlor sipping tea. Aunt Petunia glanced up at Harry.
"You're sure that you don't mind Harry bring his pet bird..errr... what was its name again, Harry?" Aunt Petunia looked appalled at the sight of Hedwig.
"Hedwig," he snapped.
"OOhhh, no, of course I don't mind! I love birds, all animals really!" Mrs. Figg pushed herself off of her chair and began walking towards Harry. "Here dear, let me help you with that," Harry was shocked as she picked up Hedwig's cage and bravely put her finger in. Hedwig would have usually gone nuts if someone did this, but she just closed her eyes and let Mrs. Figg stroke her snowy feathers.
"Behave yourself, boy," Mr. Vernon stood sternly in the hallway casting Harry a dangerous look. Dudley stood behind him casting rude and nasty faces.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about this dear; he won't be any trouble at all!" Mrs. Figg said her goodbyes and Harry simply gave his family a flat smile.
It was a nice day outside as the two of them walked down Privet Drive, surely looking very odd, for a jogging couple passing them looked shocked at the sight of an old woman carrying a snowy owl in a cage next to a young boy carrying a large black trunk. Mrs. Figg looked towards them, then continued walking forward, looking towards her house on the next block.
"Muggles..." she muttered, her familiar smile spreading across her face. She glanced at Harry, whose face was overcome with awe.