Thanks to all those have reviewed. I know Hedwig may sound like a girl's name to you, but it's simply a matter of opinion. Oh, and by the way Melanie Depp - who the hell is Simon? I would love to read some of your sister's work. I would also like to point out to Miss Depp that I am completely aware of how bad this is, but there is immense enjoyment in writing something stupid - even if it's just to get it out of your system. Anyway - no one's asking you to read it.
I slept badly that night. I kept having strange dreams of mountains and flaming arrows, and Harry knocking on my cage, even though he was sitting in a tree, far, far above me...
When I awoke, I found Mordred waiting for me to get up. I greeted him, remembering suddenly that he had wanted to talk to me yesterday.
"Morty."
"Yes Wiggy?"
"What was it you wanted to talk about yesterday?"
"Oh - you mean, yesterday, when you decided to completely ignore me and have a chat with that showoff?"
"Come on, Morty! Palomides isn't that bad! He was really nice to me, and polite he kept calling me Lady - and he didn't laugh at me when I told him what Harry had called me!"
"So....your this Lady Gwenhyfar he's been on about..."
If owls could blush I would have turned as red as Ron's (yuk) hair!
"Wiggy - what on Earth moved you to say you were called Gwenhyfar?"
"What? It's true! You just never bothered to find out what my real name was!"
"I'm sorry if I'm not up to your standards, your Royal Highness."
"Mort you prat, stop being stupid! I..."
"As you wish, your majesty." He interrupted, bowing low - and then he took off. Fantastic. Absolutely fantasic. I'm quarelling with my best friend over someone I hardly know! well, if he was going to be so narrow minded...
I flew off to let out my anger on the game of Hogwarts. I soon found a fat vole, scuttling along the ground. To my futher annoyance, I spotted another owl eyeing the same vole! Irritated, I dived for it, trying to reach it before the other owl. Apparently he had the same idea, for we crashed midway.
"What the blazes are you doing?" I yelled at him.
"I beg your pardon, Lady."
"Oh...err, sorry - umm. Hi Palomides. Good hunting?"
"No. Bad hunting. Everything's asleep. But no matter, I would rather talk to you."
That was exactly what we did. We flew at a steady pace, chatting idly about anything and everything. Eventually, we came across a vast pitch, surrounded by stands, and with three hoops at either end. Large scarlet and green blurs whizzed all over the place. Astonished, we hovered behind the stands. As the blurs passsed us, again and again, I noticed that they were people - on broomsticks! And - oh goodness! That one was Harry! My, he was so small and skinny! For no particular eason, I suddenly felt sorry for the poor weedy little boy. Everyone else was so much bigger than him!
"Look! Palomides! See over there? That's my master!"
I heard a sharp intake of breath from where Palomides hovered.
"But, Lady - this is the boy who lived!"
"The what?" i asked, completely taken aback.
"The boy who lived!"
"Yeh - erm, English would be a good language right about now."
"You haven't heard of the boy who lived?"
"If I had, would I really be this confused?"
"No. Let me explain. There was a dark wizard called Lord Voldemort..."
"I know who he is! My nan used to be his owl. But she got eaten by this basilisk."
"Oh, errm...." he looked put out.
"Please continue."
"Oh...well...yes. Basically, he tried to get people on his side - but those who wouldn't, were killed. And he set out to kill Harry's entire family - and Harry was the only person, Harry, a child of one, was the only person to survive Voldemort, throughout the whole of History. And Voldemort vanished!"
"Wow! I never knew that!"
Palomides looked at me with respect. Mental Note, must be kinder to Harry. Oh, I can't wait to tell Mort! That was when I remembered, with a sinking feeling, that Mort wasn't talking to me. I also remembered that he had wanted to tell me something...