A/N: Okay, fourth chapter is up! I know nobody reviewed it yet (that I know
of, sorry if you did and I just didn't get it yet!) but I enjoy writing
this story. Hope you enjoy reading it!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. (Obviously!) J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I own is the plot. If I did own anything else, you would see this story in your local bookstore. So you're welcome to check but I doubt you'll find anything except the masterpieces created by J.K. Rowling!
A/N: Okay, one small thing before I the fourth chapter: FYI, most of the chapters are going to end in cliffhanger. (As you might of noticed!)
Also, this chapter might be considered PG, so I'm changing the rating of the whole story to PG. If anybody disagrees with this and thinks it should be rated higher or lower, please tell me in a review. I would really appreciate it!
Okay, you're probably getting sick of this A/N, so I'll start the story! Hope ya like it!
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Harry landed with a thud on a stone floor of a large, gray street. His wing hurt. A lot. He looked at it.
And gasped.
A large, red, hole was in his left right wing. He looked beside him and found a small, metal bullet. He had been shot out of the sky.
"Is it hunting season?" He thought to himself. His answer came quickly.
"Owl!" A heavy, middle-aged man was coming towards him. "YES!"
Was this a trap? Where was he? He had only been flying for. he glanced at a large town clock ahead of him. An hour! Did time pass quicker when you were an owl?
"Can't wait till I show this to my friends! They'll have a feast with this meat!" The man smiled with happiness.
Harry was going to be cooked! And eaten!!!!! Why did he want to be an owl again? This was definitely not what he expected!
"Wow, look at these black feathers! I could sell this feathers!!!" The hunter said.
No, this could NOT be happening to him! Harry tried to scream, but obviously just a large hoot came out of his beak.
"Hey, what's wrong with you!" The hunter asked curiously. "It's not like you know what's going to happen to you!"
Harry got real angry. He would never do this to his owl, or any animal! Maybe of he ever did decide to become a human again, he would think about becoming a vegetarian. If he didn't get killed by this stupid hunter!
"Well, little owl, Vernon Dursley will be pleased with me!" The hunter said. "He hates owls, especially that one that delinquent nephew of his owns!"
Vernon?! Harry's uncle was friends with this crazy person? Harry had to get away from this place. NOW!!!!!!!
Harry noticed that the man had started walking and was hanging him upside down. If he could just reach up a little..
"Ow!" the man shouted. "Why'd you bite me?"
"Cause I want to escape!" Harry tried again to talk, but he hooted instead. "Ron, Hermione, HELP!" More hoots were the only things the world heard.
"Shut up, you stupid, mean owl!!!!!" the man said angrily. "Or I'll kill you right now," he pointed to his shotgun.
Harry's emerald green eyes widened and he decided that it wasn't a good idea to say anything.
About an hour later, Harry and the hunter arrived on PRIVIT DRIVE????????? Harry's eyes widened again.
They knocked on the door of the Dursley's house; Four Privit Drive. This was not good AT ALL!!!
"VERNON!" the hunter screamed. "Got some meat for dinner. Mind if I stay?"
"Of course not!" Vernon Dursley opened the front door and smiled. "Hey Bob! What do you have there?"
Bob smiled. "An owl."
"Wow!" Vernon said as Bob held up Harry.
"You have to be careful with this one though cause he's an evil one," Bob warned Harry's uncle. Harry glared at him but nobody noticed.
"He looks familiar to me," Vernon said. Did he recognize Harry? "He almost looks like my nephew a little."
"More the reason to cook it then," Bob smiled. "You hate that nephew of yours, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Vernon said. "Now let's cook this piece of meet so we can eat it."
"Vernon?" Petunia Dursley walked into the living room. She screamed. "What is that filthy thing doing in here?"
"It's our supper!" Vernon said. "It's owl meat, dear."
"But, he's beautiful!" Petunia finally noticed the whole owl. "Why kill it?"
"We'll skin it of its feathers first," Bob said. "We can sell them."
"Can I keep them?" Petunia asked. "They're so beautiful!"
"Whatever you like, honey," Vernon said. "To the kitchen, then." The trio walked into the kitchen; Petunia getting out a knife, Vernon walking to the counter, and Bob placing Harry on the counter.
"Well, then, can I have the knife, Petunia?" Bob asked. "Thanks," He grabbed the knife and looked down evilly.
Harry tried to get up or fly but the pain in his left wing was way too strong so he couldn't even move his wings at all. So, he closed his eyes and waited for his life to end and thought about everything. He was definitely going to miss Hermione and Ron. He thought about all of the times that they had spent together; all of the adventures, and good times. He was going to miss D.A. too and everybody in it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had started it up again at the beginning of their sixth year. They were going to have to find I new teacher for it. He was going to miss all of the teachers, even Snape!! And ALL of his classmates and friends, maybe even Malfoy. Kidding, why would he miss that stupid git? (A/N: Sorry to anybody who likes the Malfoys!) He would miss all of the classes in Hogwarts. Hogwarts, he would miss that greatly. He also was going to miss Dumbledore, his favorite headmaster of any school. He would miss Lupin, the only remaining Marauder who hadn't died or betrayed everybody.
Why did he choose to turn into an owl? He didn't want to die; he just wanted to get away from being a human. He almost laughed; he would give anything to be human again. Guess there won't be any more "boy-who-lived" Guess Voldemort would rule forever now (if the prophecy was correct, that is) Guess everybody will live in a world of fear and terror.
Why did he do this? He asked himself for about the millionth time. Guess he should of listened to Ron and Hermione. They would never even know that he died because he had been to stupid to say to them that he would never come back. Nobody would know that he died. Nobody. Maybe Voldemort, because of their "special connection" but he might not even know.
Good-bye life, Harry thought. Goodbye everything.
There were probably only a couple more seconds until he became tonight's dinner so he opened his eyes for the fun of it and he saw the shimmering, silver knife comedown to his neck. They were going to behead him!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!
The knife entered his coat of feathers on his neck and.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: This story is probably the saddest I've ever written before. I'm even feeling sad cause I happen to be listening to a particular sad song. I'm sorry that I might kill Harry but I'm doing it for a reason. (I'm still not sure, he might die, or maybe not) The reason is that when I read Harry Potter, I get this weird feeling that is hard to describe. It's almost as if I'm in it. When I read the fifth book, though, I got REALLY MAD. That book seemed so different from the other four that I almost stopped reading HP all together. But, I kept on reading. And it only got me madder. I couldn't believe how bad Harry acted. He treated his friends so badly that I think he deserves to die............ Well, next chapter is in the process of being written so it should be up tonight. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. (Obviously!) J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I own is the plot. If I did own anything else, you would see this story in your local bookstore. So you're welcome to check but I doubt you'll find anything except the masterpieces created by J.K. Rowling!
A/N: Okay, one small thing before I the fourth chapter: FYI, most of the chapters are going to end in cliffhanger. (As you might of noticed!)
Also, this chapter might be considered PG, so I'm changing the rating of the whole story to PG. If anybody disagrees with this and thinks it should be rated higher or lower, please tell me in a review. I would really appreciate it!
Okay, you're probably getting sick of this A/N, so I'll start the story! Hope ya like it!
***
Harry landed with a thud on a stone floor of a large, gray street. His wing hurt. A lot. He looked at it.
And gasped.
A large, red, hole was in his left right wing. He looked beside him and found a small, metal bullet. He had been shot out of the sky.
"Is it hunting season?" He thought to himself. His answer came quickly.
"Owl!" A heavy, middle-aged man was coming towards him. "YES!"
Was this a trap? Where was he? He had only been flying for. he glanced at a large town clock ahead of him. An hour! Did time pass quicker when you were an owl?
"Can't wait till I show this to my friends! They'll have a feast with this meat!" The man smiled with happiness.
Harry was going to be cooked! And eaten!!!!! Why did he want to be an owl again? This was definitely not what he expected!
"Wow, look at these black feathers! I could sell this feathers!!!" The hunter said.
No, this could NOT be happening to him! Harry tried to scream, but obviously just a large hoot came out of his beak.
"Hey, what's wrong with you!" The hunter asked curiously. "It's not like you know what's going to happen to you!"
Harry got real angry. He would never do this to his owl, or any animal! Maybe of he ever did decide to become a human again, he would think about becoming a vegetarian. If he didn't get killed by this stupid hunter!
"Well, little owl, Vernon Dursley will be pleased with me!" The hunter said. "He hates owls, especially that one that delinquent nephew of his owns!"
Vernon?! Harry's uncle was friends with this crazy person? Harry had to get away from this place. NOW!!!!!!!
Harry noticed that the man had started walking and was hanging him upside down. If he could just reach up a little..
"Ow!" the man shouted. "Why'd you bite me?"
"Cause I want to escape!" Harry tried again to talk, but he hooted instead. "Ron, Hermione, HELP!" More hoots were the only things the world heard.
"Shut up, you stupid, mean owl!!!!!" the man said angrily. "Or I'll kill you right now," he pointed to his shotgun.
Harry's emerald green eyes widened and he decided that it wasn't a good idea to say anything.
About an hour later, Harry and the hunter arrived on PRIVIT DRIVE????????? Harry's eyes widened again.
They knocked on the door of the Dursley's house; Four Privit Drive. This was not good AT ALL!!!
"VERNON!" the hunter screamed. "Got some meat for dinner. Mind if I stay?"
"Of course not!" Vernon Dursley opened the front door and smiled. "Hey Bob! What do you have there?"
Bob smiled. "An owl."
"Wow!" Vernon said as Bob held up Harry.
"You have to be careful with this one though cause he's an evil one," Bob warned Harry's uncle. Harry glared at him but nobody noticed.
"He looks familiar to me," Vernon said. Did he recognize Harry? "He almost looks like my nephew a little."
"More the reason to cook it then," Bob smiled. "You hate that nephew of yours, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Vernon said. "Now let's cook this piece of meet so we can eat it."
"Vernon?" Petunia Dursley walked into the living room. She screamed. "What is that filthy thing doing in here?"
"It's our supper!" Vernon said. "It's owl meat, dear."
"But, he's beautiful!" Petunia finally noticed the whole owl. "Why kill it?"
"We'll skin it of its feathers first," Bob said. "We can sell them."
"Can I keep them?" Petunia asked. "They're so beautiful!"
"Whatever you like, honey," Vernon said. "To the kitchen, then." The trio walked into the kitchen; Petunia getting out a knife, Vernon walking to the counter, and Bob placing Harry on the counter.
"Well, then, can I have the knife, Petunia?" Bob asked. "Thanks," He grabbed the knife and looked down evilly.
Harry tried to get up or fly but the pain in his left wing was way too strong so he couldn't even move his wings at all. So, he closed his eyes and waited for his life to end and thought about everything. He was definitely going to miss Hermione and Ron. He thought about all of the times that they had spent together; all of the adventures, and good times. He was going to miss D.A. too and everybody in it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had started it up again at the beginning of their sixth year. They were going to have to find I new teacher for it. He was going to miss all of the teachers, even Snape!! And ALL of his classmates and friends, maybe even Malfoy. Kidding, why would he miss that stupid git? (A/N: Sorry to anybody who likes the Malfoys!) He would miss all of the classes in Hogwarts. Hogwarts, he would miss that greatly. He also was going to miss Dumbledore, his favorite headmaster of any school. He would miss Lupin, the only remaining Marauder who hadn't died or betrayed everybody.
Why did he choose to turn into an owl? He didn't want to die; he just wanted to get away from being a human. He almost laughed; he would give anything to be human again. Guess there won't be any more "boy-who-lived" Guess Voldemort would rule forever now (if the prophecy was correct, that is) Guess everybody will live in a world of fear and terror.
Why did he do this? He asked himself for about the millionth time. Guess he should of listened to Ron and Hermione. They would never even know that he died because he had been to stupid to say to them that he would never come back. Nobody would know that he died. Nobody. Maybe Voldemort, because of their "special connection" but he might not even know.
Good-bye life, Harry thought. Goodbye everything.
There were probably only a couple more seconds until he became tonight's dinner so he opened his eyes for the fun of it and he saw the shimmering, silver knife comedown to his neck. They were going to behead him!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!
The knife entered his coat of feathers on his neck and.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: This story is probably the saddest I've ever written before. I'm even feeling sad cause I happen to be listening to a particular sad song. I'm sorry that I might kill Harry but I'm doing it for a reason. (I'm still not sure, he might die, or maybe not) The reason is that when I read Harry Potter, I get this weird feeling that is hard to describe. It's almost as if I'm in it. When I read the fifth book, though, I got REALLY MAD. That book seemed so different from the other four that I almost stopped reading HP all together. But, I kept on reading. And it only got me madder. I couldn't believe how bad Harry acted. He treated his friends so badly that I think he deserves to die............ Well, next chapter is in the process of being written so it should be up tonight. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
