Chapter 3
Snidget and a Werewolf
"It's.it's." He said, gasping.
"WHAT IS IT MATE???" Ron said, his excitement getting the best of him.
"It's a real, living golden snidget!" Harry said, overwhelmed by the beauty of the delicate creature.
"LIVING? DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THOSE ARE HARRY? They're practically extinct!" Ron said, nearly as excited as Harry.
Harry had read extensively on the life of the golden snidget in Quidditch through the Ages. They had been used before the snitch was developed, but they were dying at a very fast pace due to the popularity of Quidditch. Ron was right. Very few were still left in the world, and Harry couldn't believe there was one in front of his very eyes.
"That Loony Lovegood certainly is full of surprises, isn't she?" Ron said, still mesmerized about Harry's gift.
Apparently, the noise that the two boys made because of their excitement hadn't fallen on deaf ears.
"Are you talking to yourself, boy?" Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairs.
Harry didn't care what his uncle thought he was doing. He had never liked Harry, and said that he was criminally insane to the neighbors, so Harry didn't find it concerning if Vernon thought he talked to himself. Harry was still preoccupied with the living treasure in front of him. Harry had been so absorbed with the snidget that he didn't realize there was more in the box.
"Wait Ron, there's something else in here," he said, obviously trying to calm himself down as well.
"I hope you enjoy him, Harry, and make sure to feed him a drop of the potion once a week. They don't eat much, but they make very good company, at least that's what my grandfather said. He was the one who found him while he was looking for a yellow-scruffed snorkack. Enjoy his company and he will be extremely loyal, and they can do extraordinary things."
As Harry finished reading the note, he couldn't help but wonder. "Why would she give something like this to me? Sure I love Quidditch, but she barely knows me, and surely her family would need the money this thing could get more than giving it away as a present." Harry trailed off in thought.
"Ronald! Breakfast! Sorry Harry dear, but Ron has to eat this morning. We're ever so glad that we get to see you Sunday. I hope you're taking care of yourself. Say good bye Ron," Mrs. Weasley had obviously said into Ron's wand.
"Talk to you soon Harry!" Ron said.
"Right, say hi to everyone for me!"
"I will, bye!" And with that Harry put down the wand and sat down on his bed.
So many things were running through his head that he had completely ignored the fact that Hedwig was now hooting impatiently outside the window, which Harry had closed while talking to Ron. An odd-looking dark gray post owl joined Hedwig. Harry walked over to the window and opened it.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered to Hedwig.
Hedwig looked at him for a few seconds, then decided to forgive him, and nuzzled his cheek. The post owl was already on Harry's desk, impatiently waiting for Harry to untie the parcel. Harry did so, and the post owl flew off. Hedwig landed next to the parcel that Harry had just untied. Hedwig stuck out her leg kindly, and Harry untied the bundle. He had written to Professor Lupin, and Harry appeared to have received a reply and a package for his birthday. Because Harry no longer had Sirius to tell his worries to, he had been hesitant to tell them to anyone. Harry decided that he needed to tell someone, and Professor Lupin was the next best thing to Sirius. Harry had expressed his concerns about his scar, his grief, and his longing to not be the one chosen by Voldemort. He knew that not even Sirius would be able to comfort him with these things, but Harry needed to let his emotion out. He did not want another outburst on his friends or Dumbledore. Harry had asked for any information he could get regarding the order, knowing well that Lupin could not reveal much via post. Harry reached over and grabbed the envelope from Lupin, but at that point, an idea struck him.
"Sirius didn't have his mirror with him when he went through the veil, but he did have his wand." Harry thought to himself.
He wasn't sure however, if all wizards had to have separate wands for communication. Harry decided to test his theory. He went to his bedside, grabbed the wand that Ron had given him, and held it out in front of him. He swished, flicked and said,
"Contactium, Remus Lupin!"
Yet again sparks shot out of Harry's wand, though this time they were red.
Snidget and a Werewolf
"It's.it's." He said, gasping.
"WHAT IS IT MATE???" Ron said, his excitement getting the best of him.
"It's a real, living golden snidget!" Harry said, overwhelmed by the beauty of the delicate creature.
"LIVING? DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THOSE ARE HARRY? They're practically extinct!" Ron said, nearly as excited as Harry.
Harry had read extensively on the life of the golden snidget in Quidditch through the Ages. They had been used before the snitch was developed, but they were dying at a very fast pace due to the popularity of Quidditch. Ron was right. Very few were still left in the world, and Harry couldn't believe there was one in front of his very eyes.
"That Loony Lovegood certainly is full of surprises, isn't she?" Ron said, still mesmerized about Harry's gift.
Apparently, the noise that the two boys made because of their excitement hadn't fallen on deaf ears.
"Are you talking to yourself, boy?" Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairs.
Harry didn't care what his uncle thought he was doing. He had never liked Harry, and said that he was criminally insane to the neighbors, so Harry didn't find it concerning if Vernon thought he talked to himself. Harry was still preoccupied with the living treasure in front of him. Harry had been so absorbed with the snidget that he didn't realize there was more in the box.
"Wait Ron, there's something else in here," he said, obviously trying to calm himself down as well.
"I hope you enjoy him, Harry, and make sure to feed him a drop of the potion once a week. They don't eat much, but they make very good company, at least that's what my grandfather said. He was the one who found him while he was looking for a yellow-scruffed snorkack. Enjoy his company and he will be extremely loyal, and they can do extraordinary things."
As Harry finished reading the note, he couldn't help but wonder. "Why would she give something like this to me? Sure I love Quidditch, but she barely knows me, and surely her family would need the money this thing could get more than giving it away as a present." Harry trailed off in thought.
"Ronald! Breakfast! Sorry Harry dear, but Ron has to eat this morning. We're ever so glad that we get to see you Sunday. I hope you're taking care of yourself. Say good bye Ron," Mrs. Weasley had obviously said into Ron's wand.
"Talk to you soon Harry!" Ron said.
"Right, say hi to everyone for me!"
"I will, bye!" And with that Harry put down the wand and sat down on his bed.
So many things were running through his head that he had completely ignored the fact that Hedwig was now hooting impatiently outside the window, which Harry had closed while talking to Ron. An odd-looking dark gray post owl joined Hedwig. Harry walked over to the window and opened it.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered to Hedwig.
Hedwig looked at him for a few seconds, then decided to forgive him, and nuzzled his cheek. The post owl was already on Harry's desk, impatiently waiting for Harry to untie the parcel. Harry did so, and the post owl flew off. Hedwig landed next to the parcel that Harry had just untied. Hedwig stuck out her leg kindly, and Harry untied the bundle. He had written to Professor Lupin, and Harry appeared to have received a reply and a package for his birthday. Because Harry no longer had Sirius to tell his worries to, he had been hesitant to tell them to anyone. Harry decided that he needed to tell someone, and Professor Lupin was the next best thing to Sirius. Harry had expressed his concerns about his scar, his grief, and his longing to not be the one chosen by Voldemort. He knew that not even Sirius would be able to comfort him with these things, but Harry needed to let his emotion out. He did not want another outburst on his friends or Dumbledore. Harry had asked for any information he could get regarding the order, knowing well that Lupin could not reveal much via post. Harry reached over and grabbed the envelope from Lupin, but at that point, an idea struck him.
"Sirius didn't have his mirror with him when he went through the veil, but he did have his wand." Harry thought to himself.
He wasn't sure however, if all wizards had to have separate wands for communication. Harry decided to test his theory. He went to his bedside, grabbed the wand that Ron had given him, and held it out in front of him. He swished, flicked and said,
"Contactium, Remus Lupin!"
Yet again sparks shot out of Harry's wand, though this time they were red.