Discalimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or original characters mentioned.

The sun had finally set and the fat drops of rain started to fall, at around the same time. Rain...,thought Harry Potter. Could this entraptment get any worse? Now instantly furious, as stressed out teens who have been locked in their room all day tend to get, Harry begins to speak outloud to himself. "It's bad enough I must sit in this pathetic excuse for a room most of the day. Then when I feel like taking a stroll in the peace of the stars, it rains!" Now realizing he had just screamed his personal thoughts into the quiet of his room lit by a lone candle, Harry covered his mouth with both hands, eyes expanding wide. Harry sat for a moment looking at his bedroom door, in fear that the great ogre Uncle Vernon might burst into the room, ready to kill. When Harry realized no one had woken up, he said very quietly to himself, "I am going insane. I talk to myself all the time." It's no wonder Aunt Petunia kept looking at him with that wicked smile she had. Very carefully, Harry pushed off his covers and climbed out of bed. He tiptoed over to Hedwig's cage and lifted the latch that secured the door. "Here you go girl", said Harry. "I know you just love the rain. He put his arm down to the opening of the cage so Hedwig could hop onto it. Harry walked over to the window, that was now empty of it's old rusted metal bars thanks to hedwig, who pooped all over Harry's room. The stench and pellets had bothered Harry as well as Uncle Vernon who agreed to let Harry release Hedwig outside via his window from now on. Harry flipped the latch on the window and pushed it open. Hedwig immediately took flight and went down the land on the top of the Dursley's car. Harry watched, amazed at Hedwig's behavoir. She was now flipping up the water that had formed big puddles on the hood of the car. She was playing in the big puddles! Harry was glad at least someone was enjoying the rain. He sighed and closed the window. After softly blowing out his candle, he hopped back into bed. The last thought across Harry's mind was of Hedwig doing her rain dance on top of Uncle Vernons car. This last thought put a small smile on the sleeping boy's face, something truely rare these days.