The Compton Diary

by rockinfaerie

The following is an extraordinary account of six days in the lives of one elderly couple during March, 1996. These events, which took place in a deserted Scottish cottage, were possibly the strangest and most life altering of their lives.

5. Saturday, 16th March 1996

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Harry, but the plot is mine.

Saturday, 16th March 1996

Bernard has since not spoken again about hisold friend Potter. Harry has not mentioned it either, at least not in my presence. Bernard was feeling rather poorly today, so he stayed in bed. We chatted a little, and I also attended to Harry, and allowed him to wash. He still has nothing but nightclothes to wear but he doesn't seem to mind. He stayed in his room most of the day also, and I no longer heard moans.

Last night, as I lay awake in bed, I heard moaning from his room. Nothing was audible. It was an odd sound, and though I have always been weary of him, he didn't seem disturbed at anything during the day.

While attending to my vegetables in the garden at around midday, I was astonished to see a snowy owl fly in front of me, and land on the windowsill of Harry's room.

I have not seen the bird since, but the event startled me.

I still don't know who or what Harry is, and as he remains as secretive as ever, I don't think we'll ever fi