It was noon, and Harry was sitting on his bed. He was mad that he couldn't
be with Ron and Hermione, and was so bored that he was considering looking
for snails in the backyard. He stared up at the ceiling. Hedwig had been
out for a month now, and Harry desperately wanted her to come back, even
though he knew she would never be able to get through the padlock uncle
Vernon had put on the window. She had tried coming back a few times,
actually, but would only sit there looking longingly at Harry, and Harry at
her, before flying off. Uncle Vernon had thrown Hedwig out and locked up
his window right after Ron had brightly sent Pig with a letter. Harry knew
Hedwig could take care of herself though.
Suddenly, he saw an owl. It came closer and closer to his window, and then
ducked down, below it. It slowly flew higher and higher, until it was
staring eye-to-eye with Harry. He had never seen this owl before. It had a
strange, crocked beak, and small eyes for an owl. It was brown and seemed
to be holding a package in his beak. Harry sighed.
"You're not going to get in here," He said out loud. The owl dodged suddenly lower, and for a minute Harry didn't know where the bird had gone. Then uncle Vernon appeared, shrieking in rage, and shoeing at thin air with a bag of garbage he had obviously been intending to take out. And- the door was open. Harry gasped and ran to his bedroom door, swung it open, just in time for the small brown owl to zoom in, drop the package in Harry's arms, and hide under the bed. Harry jumped, and quickly stuffed the package in his closet, and a second later, uncle Vernon slammed the door open, and bellowed,
"WHERE IS THAT DAMN BIRD, AND WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," responded Harry, coolly.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Yelled uncle Vernon,
"AND IF YOU DON'T SHOW ME WHERE THE BIRD IS, HE WON'T BE THE ONLY ONE WISHING HE HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!!!"
"I seriously don't know what you're talking about. If there were a bird in here, wouldn't he be flying around? If there was a bird at all, he's probably gone by now." Harry glanced out the window, and uncle Vernon followed his eyes.
"After all, you did leave the door wide open..." Uncle Vernon snorted and spat and mumbled death-threats under his breath, but finally went out and slammed the door behind him. Harry slowly picked up the package from the closet, and tore it open, wondering how the owl was going to get back outside later. Inside the package was ring. It was a silver ring with a thin line around it that was black. It looked more like a crack than color, but Harry traced his finger over it, and sure enough, there was not the lightest crack in it. Harry glanced at the package. There was no writing on it. There was no note inside, either. Harry picked up the ring and touched it slightly to his ring ringer. It quivered. Harry dropped the ring on the table. He remembered something Mr.Weasley had once said.
"Never trust anything that thinks, but you cannot see where it keeps it's brain" Harry put the ring slowly back in the package, and then, noticing the owl in the floor, picked him up, and offered him some water from Hedwig's cage, which he refused. Harry put him under the bed again, incase uncle Vernon came in (although the bird had proven to be very smart) and collapsed on his bed. When he woke up, the owl was gone.
"You're not going to get in here," He said out loud. The owl dodged suddenly lower, and for a minute Harry didn't know where the bird had gone. Then uncle Vernon appeared, shrieking in rage, and shoeing at thin air with a bag of garbage he had obviously been intending to take out. And- the door was open. Harry gasped and ran to his bedroom door, swung it open, just in time for the small brown owl to zoom in, drop the package in Harry's arms, and hide under the bed. Harry jumped, and quickly stuffed the package in his closet, and a second later, uncle Vernon slammed the door open, and bellowed,
"WHERE IS THAT DAMN BIRD, AND WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," responded Harry, coolly.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Yelled uncle Vernon,
"AND IF YOU DON'T SHOW ME WHERE THE BIRD IS, HE WON'T BE THE ONLY ONE WISHING HE HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!!!"
"I seriously don't know what you're talking about. If there were a bird in here, wouldn't he be flying around? If there was a bird at all, he's probably gone by now." Harry glanced out the window, and uncle Vernon followed his eyes.
"After all, you did leave the door wide open..." Uncle Vernon snorted and spat and mumbled death-threats under his breath, but finally went out and slammed the door behind him. Harry slowly picked up the package from the closet, and tore it open, wondering how the owl was going to get back outside later. Inside the package was ring. It was a silver ring with a thin line around it that was black. It looked more like a crack than color, but Harry traced his finger over it, and sure enough, there was not the lightest crack in it. Harry glanced at the package. There was no writing on it. There was no note inside, either. Harry picked up the ring and touched it slightly to his ring ringer. It quivered. Harry dropped the ring on the table. He remembered something Mr.Weasley had once said.
"Never trust anything that thinks, but you cannot see where it keeps it's brain" Harry put the ring slowly back in the package, and then, noticing the owl in the floor, picked him up, and offered him some water from Hedwig's cage, which he refused. Harry put him under the bed again, incase uncle Vernon came in (although the bird had proven to be very smart) and collapsed on his bed. When he woke up, the owl was gone.