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DarkJestyr

Harry Potter and the Siren of Hogwarts

Chapter 2:

Who Are You!

As soon as the window was up, Hedwig darted into the room, landing high above on the ceiling fan. From her perch, she watched as the woman moved away from the window to sit back on the bed. "It seems that you have a few tricks. I thought you were a cat!" the owl screeched angrily down at the woman.

"Calm down you silly bird," She replied rolling the kinks out of her shoulder, "whether I am a cat or a human, I am the same as you know me." Fixing the owl with a level gaze, she continued, "I'd like to think that I am still your friend, I'm just a bit taller is all."

Hedwig fluffed up her feathers in amusement, "I've seen goblins that stand taller than you."

The woman flopped back onto the bed staring up at the ceiling, pouting in a mock scowl. "He's not that much taller than me."

This human appeared to still be able to understand Owlspeak. In her deliveries, Hedwig had heard of witches and wizards that were able to speak to and understand snakes, but they were rare. Her own person was one of these. But this was the first time she had ever known of anyone who was able to understand owls. Not even a rumor. There had to be more to this human than she was letting on. She was no ordinary witch.

"So then, what are you called? Crookshanks doesn't seem like a name a human would call themselves, does it?"

"No, I suppose you're right," she let out a laugh, "my name is Moira."

Woman and owl talked well after the sun had gone down, once the shock and awkwardness of the situation began to fade away. Actually Hedwig talked, Solange figured she had been a cat way too long and stretched out on the bed getting comfortable, plainly enjoying the feel of being human again. She was content with listening to her friend talk. Little did either of them know of the witch creeping up the stairs, wand at the ready.

As Hermione crept closer to her door, she could hear movement coming from inside. Someone was definitely in her room. Digging a hand into her pocket, she fished out the small round painting of a small family of otters swimming around in a small lake scene. Her charms teacher, Professor Flickwick, gave it to her for Christmas last year along with three other paintings for the otters to move in between.

"Go to Grimmauld Place," she whispered to the one of the otters in the painting, "tell someone I think there's a Death Eater in my house." With a nod and a flick of its tail, it was gone, disappearing under the surface of the painted water.

"Good thing I left one of my paintings there." Replacing it back in her pocket, Hermione slid across the wall to listen at her door for the stranger in her room, "I just hope someone's in the kitchen and remembers my otters."

"…is Mr. Potter doing anyway?" Hermione heard through the crack under the door, "…I saw him, it was at the train station. The girl hasn't even mentioned him since she came home…"

'The girl, it's probably me considering they're in my room? But who is she talking to?'

Hermione had heard enough. Kicking open the door, she aimed her wand at the figure lounging on her bed. "Petrificus Totalus!"

"Who are you and what are you doing in my room!"