A tiny alarm clock rested on a worn and chipped bedside table. Next to the table was a small bed, worn with use and covered in patched blankets that had seen better days. Sighing a skinny teenager with black hair sat on the edge of the bed his pale hand massaging the bridge of his nose, his vivid green eyes closed in concentration. A pair of glasses were held in his other hand, thin with round lens. This particular pair of grasses belonged to a certain Harry Potter who was currently sitting on his bed trying to think of a solution for a certain problem he had.

Cheep cheep!

Holding onto Harry's trouser leg was a small bird. Harry would have assumed it was just a normal bird if not for two reasons. One, Hedwig flew into his closet and refused to come out after noticing it and two, the bird looked normal except for it's tail which looked like it was on fire.
As it was, he currently had no clue what the hell it was. All he did know was that since he had noticed it an hour ago the strange thing hadn't let go of his trousers once, it's white pupil-less eyes transfixed on his face.

Realizing that whatever it was, it wasn't moving anytime soon. Harry stood up and headed for the trunk at the foot of his bed. Lifting the lid up, Harry let out a small grunt as he pushed it to rest against his bed before reaching into his trunk to pull out a book called 'Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them - By Newt Scamander'.

After an hour of carefully poring over every nook and cranny of the book, Harry was no closer to recognizing the strange bird, though it did seem to be friendly. if the fact that it was currently butting against his right hand for pats was any indication. Releasing a small sigh, Harry patted the strange little bird, deciding to leave it to morning and try to see if he could find out what it was in a few days.

Pulling his thin blanket over him, Harry took his glasses off and placed them on the bedside table. As he fell asleep, Harry thought he heard a voice say something but fell into the land of dreams before his brain could really take notice of it.

"Sleep little one..."

Harry was annoyed, very annoyed. He'd woken up this morning to find the little bird, who now considered to be a good little friend of his missing, not only that was annoying him though as he was currently standing in front of a cafe in Diagon Alley trying not to strangle his two best friends. The two idjits were staring and arguing with each other like they were trying to bite the others head off.

He didn't know why they were arguing and he frankly didn't care anymore, the two had been arguing since they had arrived earlier that moment and he was quite sick of it. His head was throbbing send streaks of pain through him as if someone was hammering nails into it, his skin felt like tiny pins were pricking it everywhere and everything he heard was hurting his ears as if they were being shouted into by a megaphone directly beside his head.

"Ron! Will you listen to me!" Releasing a growl, Ron turned his head to glare at Hermione, making no attempt to hide his frustration at the curly haired witch.

"What!" Giving him her own annoyed glare, Hermione held out her hand to him gesturing towards the letter in his pocket.

"Give me your list! I need to make sure we don't need anything else!" Harry kept his face as straight as possible as he looked in any direction except his two 'friends' who were currently in another full blown argument yet again. Staring down the street, Harry found himself looking at a goblin that was standing just inside the entrance to Gringotts. Seeing that Harry was looking at him the Goblin made a gesture with his head that could only be described as asking Harry to come over.

Staring back at his two friends who were still bickering away ignoring everything around him, Harry rolled his eyes before walking over towards the Goblin. Upon getting closer Harry saw the Goblin wait for him to come up to the door before walking into the bank. Walking after the Goblin, Harry noticed that the bank seemed to be empty except for the goblins and a man who was currently facing away from Harry talking to a goblin while gesturing wildly. Hearing a scraping sound, Harry quickly stopped paying attention to the flailing man. Looking forward he noticed the Goblin was standing in a hallway that hadn't been there every other time Harry had visited the bank. Looking at the Goblin he noticed it was standing at the entrance and had turned around.

"Mr Potter if you would please continue onwards, the Head Goblin would like to have a few words about matters that have recently come to his attention." Upon finishing what he had to say the Goblin quickly walked off to get back to work, leaving Harry standing in front of the hallway.

"Damn it." Muttering a quiet whisper. Harry looked down the Hallway a little apprehensively before striding down the hallway, the entrance quickly closing behind him.

Once Harry was out of site, the flailing man immediately stopped talking and straightened out his clothes and short dirty blond hair. Smiling up at the Goblin in front of him, who strangely enough smiled back at the weird man. He waved goodbye to all the Goblins,before strutting towards a broken grandfather clock hiding in a dusty corner of the bank. Upon reaching the clock, he faded from view. The clock now ticking as it wound its way around and around.

(Gaaaaahhh! that was a menace XD not really but XP, Hope you guys liked this chapter and as I haven't actually gone over this for any mistakes yet, you guys pointing them out would be much welcomed XD. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon enjoy! XP)