Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own the Harry Potter story, characters, villains, heroes and creatures. I also sadly do not make any money off this story. Trust me; my bank account cannot lie about that.
By Marietsy
Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, going over some paperwork for the Ministry. He couldn’t understand why every little thing had so much paperwork. All he wanted was for there to be a new Wizarding World Treasure. Surely, it shouldn’t be this hard to get it done.
He couldn’t understand the odd looks though. I mean its not like its something evil, he grumbled. They were small, round, and innocent. They were made up of all kinds of goodness. They were even a pretty yellow color. Yes, he thought tearfully, lemon drops should be a Wizarding World Treasure. He looked at the container of lemon drops on his desk and said mournfully, “No one understands the joy of lemon drops.” With a deep, sad sigh, he went back to his paperwork.
A few minutes later, a very large grey owl flew in from his window. He landed on the desk, his head moving around as if looking or something. Albus looked at it in surprise. “Well, hello there. Where did you come from?” he asked. He raised his hand to pet it when the owl’s head turned towards the head and sniffed. The owl quivered, the body moving in excitement.
Albus stared at the owl strangely, wondering what was wrong with it. There was no letter, or package attached to the bird. He stared out the window, thinking idly for a few minutes. He reached into the container, grabbing a lemon drop and drew it near his mouth. He felt a piercing stare, and look around. His gaze settled on the owl, who was staring at the lemon drop hungrily.
Albus perked up, was this someone who could understand the
joy of lemon drops? Could this owl have come at a time when Albus needed
support for the task that lay ahead? It would be hard to have them declared a
treasure. By Merlin’s Beard he would get it done, or his name wasn’t Albus
Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, also known for the
Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorcerer; Founder and Secretkeeper,
Order of the Phoenix; Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards;
Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, not to mention Defeater of Grindelwald. Albus sighed gustily, out of breath just from
thinking that thought.
He looked at the owl and asked
kindly, “Would you like one?” He gestured towards the lemon drops.
The owl hooted eagerly, and grabbed
the lemon drop out of Albus's outstretched hand. He gobbled it down greedily
and stared at Albus demandingly. The owl hooted impatiently, waiting for
another lemon drop.
“Alright, but only one more. They
need to be savored,” he said seriously. He reached into the container, grabbed
another one and gave it to the owl. “That is all my friend. Off you go,” he
said as he waved his hand towards the window. The owl didn’t move. With a
shrug, the Headmaster went back to his paperwork.
A few minutes had gone by when
Albus heard a noise. Looking up, he noticed the owl had moved on the desk. He
had walked around the desk, and was sitting directly in front of Albus. He
stared at the owl suspiciously for a second, but could find nothing wrong. The
owl looked at Albus innocently, hooting at him softly.
Albus started to read the
paperwork again, his quill scratching the parchment. He reached for a lemon
drop, and ate it with gusto, savoring the flavor. He heard a noise and looked
up. The owl had moved farther along the right side of his desk. He was now
facing the room and looked to be asleep. With a shrug, he went back to reading.
The minutes clicked by and an hour
had passed. With a sigh of satisfaction, Albus signed the last parchment and
laid the quill down. He decided to reward himself and reached for a lemon drop.
He gasped in shock and horror. The container was empty!
“No! Oh Merlin NO!” the Headmaster
exclaimed in horror. Grabbing the container, he peered inside. Nothing! There
wasn’t a single lemon drop left. He clutched at his chest. How? Where were his
precious lemon drops? They were all he had left. The shop would not be open
until Monday, and today was Saturday. How would he cope? Who would do such an
evil, vile thing?
“Voldemort!” the Headmaster hissed
venomously. “That’s it! That Snake is getting an arse-whooping of monumental proportions
or my name isn’t Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, also known for
the Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorcerer;
Founder and Secretkeeper, Order of the
Looking at the desk in front of
him furiously, his gaze landed on the owl. The bird whistled at him innocently,
swaying back and forth. Albus’s eyes narrowed and the owl froze. He started to
amble to the side of the desk, watching the Headmaster warily.
“YOU!’ the Headmaster screamed.
“You did this! How could you eat all my precious lemon drops? I shared with
you. YOU BETRAYED ME!” he screamed with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. He
suddenly calmed down, took his wand out of his robe and pointed it at the owl.
“You must die!”
With a panicked hoot, the owl launched
itself into the air. “Oh no you don’t, little birdie. You aren’t getting away
that easily.” With a wave of his hand, the windows closed shut. The bird
reversed its direction of flight, squawking and hooting the whole time.
“Get back here!” the Headmaster
screamed. “Stupefy!” he yelled directing
the spell at the owl. The owl waited until the last second then swerved. The
curse hit Fawkes, who fell off his perch, unconscious.
The owl flew around the room,
panicked. The Headmaster ran after the owl, yelling, “Stupefy!” trying to hit the owl. “You ate my treasure, my precious,”
he said, his voice altering on the last word, drawing it out with a hiss. Albus
swore he saw the bird smirk.
“You are evil and you must die!”
The Headmaster’s long florescent lime green robes flowed around him as he ran
after the owl.
The owl saw an open window, and
with a hoot of triumph, he flew towards the window, and barely made it out in
time as Albus tried to shut the window.
The Headmaster ran up the stairs
of his office, opened the window and screamed at the fading owl. “You can’t
escape me! I will get you my pretty and your little dog too!” he cackled.
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Harry was sitting on the patio of
Snape Manor talking to Severus when Kayne came swooping down, landing on the
table. He waddled over to Harry, and hopped up to his shoulder. He rubbed his
head against Harry’s in affection.
Harry felt a sense of smug
satisfaction coming from Kayne. Looking at the owl, he wondered what was going
on.
“You alright Kayne?” The owl
hooted, his head nodded. His head rubbed against Harry’s cheek again.
“Kayne, do I want to know why your
breath smells like lemon drops,” Harry questioned the bird warily.
The owl just hooted, chuckling
gleefully to himself. Oh yes! The rest of
those lemon drops shall be mine!
The End
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