Wascally Part Two

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The insanity continues.  LOL!

Part Two

 

Draco carried the tiny bird back to the Slytherin dungeon, cradling it in the sleeve of his robe to avoid ridicule.  It would be amusing to be lauded as a hero to the other Houses, but his fellow Slytherins would think was crazier than Goyle when he accidentally ate his own sock thinking it was a discarded pastry.

 

The common room was nearly empty when Draco slithered through.  He countered the curious stares of several second year Slytherins with a quelling glare of superiority and they quickly returned to their studies.  Draco sneered.  The people that stupid hat allowed into Slytherin these days.  It was disgraceful.  He doubted that lot would even make proper minions one day.  He proceeded straight to his dorm where he climbed onto his bed and yanked the curtains shut, even though none of his dorm mates were present.  He cast a Silencing Charm and placed his feathered charge on his pillow before stretching out on the bed to stare at it.

 

“All right, bird.  I mean Harry.  Wake up, now.”  Draco prodded the avian creature with his index finger and then sighed and stroked the pale feathers of its tiny head.  After a few moments the animal twitched and opened its eyes.  It exploded into sudden motion, fluttering into the air with a startled chirp.  Draco watched in amazement as it bounced off the canopy, careened into the curtain, and spun back to the bed to lie in a crumpled heap.

 

Draco snatched the bird before it could take flight again.  “Stop it!” he ordered.  “You need to calm down.  For one thing, you’re the worst flyer I’ve ever seen.”

 

The bird struggled in his hand and gave an angry-sounding chirp.  Draco scowled.  “Protest all you like, but it’s true.  In your defense, you might be injured, eh?  No hold still so I can check.”

 

It seemed to understand, because it stopped fighting to free itself.  Draco loosened his grip slightly, not trusting its placidity.  “I named you Harry, by the way, because you seem to be fairly stupid.  I’m glad to see you were properly named.”

 

Draco yelped and released the creature.  “Ouch!  You ungrateful pest!  That hurt.”  He massaged his hand where the bird had pecked him.  The white animal did not try to fly, but walked a short distance away to peer at Draco with head cocked.  “Peck me again and I’ll toss you back in the forest.  I’m sure you’ll be a tasty treat for a wolf or fox.”

 

Harry the Bird turned his back on Draco, rather disdainfully, it seemed.

 

“Stupid bird,” Draco muttered.

Part Three