Infatuation Strikes Again (Hedwig on Harry)

Infatuation Strikes Again

(Hedwig on Harry)

There it is, number four, home of my master during the summer. I hate it there and I know Harry does almost more than anything. I mean, at least I'm able to fly away from there, Harry's trapped in that room by himself. He's left waiting for me to bring his salvation, his sanity in the form of the written word. It's always been bad here for Harry, and even though his conditions have improved greatly, it's never been worse for him. He's alone and he's grieving. Sirius's death has affected him in ways I couldn't have imagined, but the death of his godfather isn't the only thing that's been upsetting Harry. No Sirius is just one of the major things on a list as long as Privet Drive.

The letters are the only things that keep Harry going these days, especially letters from her. That's right folks; on top of that list I mentioned, Harry has fallen. And I don't mean a tumble down the stairs or a trip on the curb, I mean soul-scathing, head-over-heals fallen in love. So now that the secret is out I may as well mention that the her I referred to earlier just so happens to be Hermione Granger. So isn't this lovely, everyone's favorite teenage super-wizard has fallen for the know-it-all best friend and sidekick. Rita Skeeter will be ecstatic when she finds out she was right about something.

And now for the million-dollar question, does Hermione feel the same way? Well, I'm no possessor of the Inner-Eye, however I would say yes, a very emphatic yes. I see many things. I'm a keen watcher. I mean, I'm an owl, we have good eyes, but only a fool could miss the anticipating worry etched on Hermione's face whenever I bring her a letter from Harry. Besides, Crookshanks may have let the fact that Hermione talks about Harry all the time to him slip earlier in the evening when I delivered his latest latter. Crookshanks tries to joke about the matter, but he's just as concerned as I am. He says she cries all the time; I say that I wish Harry would cry. He's just teetering on the edge of sanity at present. He barely shows emotion and when he does it's usually anger. I wish he would let out his hurt instead of bottling it up. She could help him, but she's not here. She's crying in her home, hours from here. I'm almost there now, almost home, if you can call number four home.

Harry's sleeping, bless his poor heart. Oh dear, he's dreaming as well and by the look on his face it's obviously not a pleasant dream. He's starting to mumble now and thrash about, he should wake up soon. "Hermione," he yells as he sits bolt upright in bed, he stares wildly around the room. He spots me and crawls to the end of the bed where I am perched on the wooden frame.

" I'm losing it Hedwig," he says, " I keep seeing her collapse, but in my dreams, she doesn't wake. It's my fault Hedwig; it's all my fault. She was almost killed, she almost died and it's my fault because I was too stupid to listen to her. I can't lose her Hedwig. I lost Sirius; I can't bear to see anyone else die. Especially not Hermione, I can't lose her Hedwig. I just can't. She's my best friend, she's everything, and I think, I think I love her." And at this Harry finally does what he has to this point been unable to do; he begins to cry, softly at first. But his emotions let loose like a faucet and are soon pouring from him as he sits and cries through his pain. He has tough times ahead to face and he will need to be strong. She could help him. He needs her, he's always needed her, and she him. But the fact is that she is not here even though she desperately wants to be. And that is the real shame.

I know that right now she's crying for him, alone, in her own bedroom being comforted by Crookshanks, as I comfort Harry. And I wish they could at least just admit their feelings to one another. Then they would have one less thing to cry about, or at least, they wouldn't be alone and could cry through the pain together.