Leaving Messes
They had an incident.
It was just your average Monday.
They were in the middle of breaking out another bird shop in New Zealand when one puny little thing attached to her leg and wouldn’t let go.
She was almost caught because of this thing.
Even after finding a place to land and dunk it underwater, it still stuck worse than a piece of gum in Hermione’s hair.
It looked kind of stupid, so she didn’t feel like hurting it.
But she soon came to see, he had great use.
They decided to have some fun on the top of a local building, ignoring the signs that say “No Fire Zone.”
The little bird was an eager show off.
He scouted the area for them and did their every bidding.
When she told him to fly into the sky with the fireworks just to see a pretty image, ignoring the potential explosion of his body, he went.
Vivid hues of reds, yellows, and blues filled the night sky, accidentally confusing the local bird population, causing an in-air stampede and a huge traffic jam.
Sadly though, the little bird accidentally picked up sticks of dynamite as well. They had to scatter for their lives as everything in the surrounding area disappeared.
—
Harry Potter became increasingly paranoid and delusional.
He swore he could see the multiple spirits and demons floating through the air, surrounding him. He swore!
It was just that… only he could see them.
He claimed Sirius’ basement as his lair.
Sirius would often hear Harry chanting in the middle of the night and feel a cold sweat coming on, rushing down to stop him from another attempt at plunging a knife laced with something into his heart.
He walks around the halls talking to himself.
He claims to believe that he is gaining the dark powers that Voldemort himself once possessed.
For some reason, Kreacher was all too happy to help. And Dobby has no morals.
The magical pests of Grimmauld place avoided him.
Sirius thought he saw a face forming on Harry’s forehead.
Last night, he caught Harry slipping through the empty hall at three in the morning. He could be heard whispering to himself in a deeper voice.
”I know what you want.”
His voice gets lighter.
”A sandwich.”
His voice gets quieter, turning into a creepy whisper.
”A sandwich.”
Sirius fears for his own safety.
Dumbledore’s not answering his floo.
—
It’s all in the paper.
“Malfoy Heir Gone Missing”
Narcissa is in a mad panic, threatening her husband’s jewels on a daily basis.
High officials are searching. Lucius has sucked down his pride and contacted the muggle authorities.
But Draco Malfoy does not know this.
No. He is busy finding his freedom in the arms of his peacock, who is serving as his guardian and protector.
Draco and his peacock travel far and wide on this journey, finding himself and learning of his true identity. Those lavish tail feathers grace the land.
Old faithful, Ulysses, finds them.
Draco is unsurprised.
Days later, he has found himself and his companions aboard a mighty ship!
The “Dragonfire!”
A luxurious ship that transports dragons worldwide. With this view? An oceanic marvel.
Although, there is a suspicious redhead that seems oddly familiar.
The crew takes him under their wing, showing him and his animal friends the times of their lives.
Looking out to the stars one night, he makes a promise to himself.
Draco Malfoy will become the best dragon tamer!