Chapter2: --name in the process of being thought up-
With a whoosh of white wings a snowy owl flies in the open window and lands on the footboard of Harry's bed. She clicks her beak and Harry looks up.
"Hullo Hedwig." The owl sticks out her leg, in which a yellow piece of parchment is tied, and clicks her beak again. Harry promptly unties the letter and opens it while Hedwig flies into her cage for a rest and hoots contently.

Dear Harry,
How are you? Has your summer holiday been well thus far? Mine's been good, I went with my mom and dad to Paris and I visited Krum for a week. Please don't tell Ron or he'll get all miffed and start acting like a two year old. Honestly, if he could just get over himself an say he's smitten with me. I mean, I just like Krum as a friend, but he refuses to understand that. He's such a baby at time. Oh, my O.W.L. grades just came in! Dang, I didn't get O's on all my exams. I only got an E for Astronomy. But with all that went on during our test I think we should be able to redo the test. But at least I achieved nine O.W.L.s. that's the best anyone did in the school, but still I'm irked about that E. I hope you did well and made all the marks you needed for the job you wanted to be in. Write me back soon to tell me what you got and how you've been. I miss you.

Hermione

Harry reread the letter and absent mindedly ran his fingers through his unkempt black hair. Wow, all nine O.W.Ls? Wondering what Ron got he sat down at his desk and too out two pieces of parchment so he could write Hermione back and write to Ron. After an hour's passage of time he looked over the two letters. They were rather short for the amount of time they took, but he wanted them to read well. Smiling he turned in his char and looked at Hedwig, who was pretending to sleep, one of her golden eyes watching him carefully.
"Hedwig, you think you're up to taking a letter to Hermione and one to Ron for me?" He watched her act like she was just waking up. She ruffled her wings and hooted at him before flying out of her cage and landing on his desk. She nips lovingly at his hair as he ties a piece of parchment to each leg. Once done Harry pets the owl and points at her left leg. "That one's for Ron girl, and the other is for Hermione." She nods and flies out the window again, leaving Harry once again alone.
Harry lays back down on his bed and goes back to flipping through his copy of "Flying With The Cannons" he had got from Ron a previous Christmas. But soon he fell asleep out of boredom.