The phone rang through the Potter household early that fine July morning. Harry, still groggy from having slept quite a lot the night before, picked up the phone and said: "Hello? who are you and why are you calling me this early?". It was 11:00 in the morning. "It's me, Dad... Albus." "Oh, hello there Mr pigeon boi." Harry shuddered. He had been terrified of pigeons since the day that uncle Vernon put 70 of them into his closet under the stairs for asking for a pickle. "Oh, so much poop everywhere! NO NOT ON THE BED!!!!" shouted Harry. "What??" Albus screeched loudly "Are you having Pigeon flashbacks again??" "uH........ no.... Just, uhh.... your mother clogged the toilet again." "Then use a charm to fix it." "No, I'm leaving it there." "ew, Ya nasty.""I am your father, do not call me a nasty." "anyways Dad, I woke up with wizard lice and a terrible feeling like there is a blast ended skroot in me stomach." "oh." "I know there is the world championship pigeon race today, and I'm supposed to be competing..... But since I'm sick, you wouldn't mind doing it for me, right???" "Albus Potter!! I WILL NOT PILOT A FILTHY SKY RAT AROUND AN OVAL HUNDREDS OF TIMES!!!" "Not hundreds? what about thousands then..." "I WILL N-" "GREAT THANKS DAD BYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Albus slammed the phone down. He was FREEEEEEEEE. He hated pigeon racing, but his mom made him do it because his dead uncle Fred LOVED pigeons. Albus had been racing almost every day since he was twelve years old.
Ginny was in the living room talking to Ron through the fireplace. she decided that Ron talking about Hermione's job for two hours was enough, so she said goodbye and went up stairs.
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Potter Pigeon Pals
HumorIn a world, where Albus Potter is a world-renowned pigeon racer, Harry has to face his biggest fear. The thing that haunted his childhood dreams. his children. Just kidding. Read to find out more A Big thanks to Geekgirl62 for this amazing cover!
