GOLDFEATHER

"I'm looking for an open minded Owlpal (M 18+) who has knowledge or is interested in censured topics. He must not mind to owl anonymously and must have no further intentions than conversing via owl-mail. If your interested in becomming my Owlpal send your letter to GoldFeather. Your owl knows where to find me."

The evening after recieving his first copy of the Daily Prophet Harry went to his corner in the Owlery, casted a quick Lumos and browesed through the newspaper. When he saw the collumn containing short Owlpal advertisements he made a quick decision.

"I'm looking for an open minded Owlpal (M 18+) who has knowledge or is interested in censured topics. He must not mind to owl anonymously and must have no further intentions than conversing via owl-mail."

He wrote down at a piece of parchment. Although he'd knew that the chance of ever getting a letter back would be very small he thought to himself "I could anyway try it. At least I'll get one single reaction".

He stopped with writing. He had chosen to write anonymous, but how could someone ever write him back If they do not know even know how to start his letter. "Greetings, I-don't-know" He thought inwarly lauging. "Well, I probably need a sendersname" he figured. But how should I name myself?

Harry sat there, thinking about a name, an hour went by. Then he finaly decided to call himself after his wand core. "Althought he thought it would be easy to figure out who he is, he decided that it would be the best. At least there was no other name he could think of who suited him.

"If your interested in becomming my Owlpal send your letter to GoldFeather. Your owl knows where to find me."

He finished his short letter hoping that the owls indeed will be able to find him. He sealed his parchment, and bound it to the leg of a random school owl. "Sorry Hedwig" He said facing the white owl who made discontenting sounds. "I have to send this letter anonymously. They would be able to spot me when I send you" The snow-white owl tempered her mood and flew onto Harries sholde. "To the Daily Prophets Office" Harry said to the brown school owl. The owl seemed to nodd and flew away.

When the owl had gone Harry realized that it must be late by now. Was he still aloud to walk along the corridor? He had no idee. Careful he went out of the owlery. Luckily there were still students roaming around. Should he go back to the Gryffindor Tower, where he had no privacy at all, or should he stay at the owlery and to wait for the night bell? after considering for a moment he decided to go to the Tower, and acts like he were very tired.

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The next morning before his classes started Harry took a quick look at todays newpaper. Not interested in the daily news he browsed on to the Owlpal collumn and was astonished that his little ad was there. "Fast!" he thought when folding up the Prophet to put it in his case.

Still he hadn't had any conversation with Ron and Hermione. Although they had to sit at the same table for breakfast, Lunch and supper he'd always taken the chair which was the farest from them. He wanted to be alone, unoticed and he spoke only when nececerly. If he had to work with someone else he'd simply did his task trying to do as much alone as he could.

They unfortunatly had a double-class potions this morning. It was their second potion class, and during the first class the Gryffinfors had gotten a far too good view on their professor. He could be very strict, way to strict, he had no problem scaring or insulting students and you woudn't even dare to say something that make the professor angry.

What Harry feared for the past three days is that he was forced to work together with Ron or Hermione. Unfortunatly today was that unlucky day. Professor Snape paired him up with hermione to brew a Boil Cure potion. After a quick look in his textbook harry began like a madman to cut herbes, splat seeds, press roots so that Hermione scarcely got a chance to do whatever.

"Potter, would you mind to stop your little game please? Or do you want detention?" said professor Snape with a cold voice when he stood in front of his desk. "Professor sir", Harry responded "I finaly have made the desicion to actually do my best at potions, sir." Potter, Potter, Potter. Doing your best does not mean giving Ms. Granger no chance to work on the project understand?" Harry Nodded. "Good professor, I'll give her a chance".

He looked at Hermione with a quite nasty look in his eyes and sat down on his chair while Hermione finished the potion. Still they hadn't said a word to eachother.