Running- a hp fanfic

Harrys owl.

After a murderous 3 months I was a lean and thin as a beanstalk.  My blonde hair stained with green die- brings out my eyes. However I have to stay. The 'no'-food' process isn't my thing if you know what im saying. I was considering the leaky cauldron but my face is all but familier in THAT community.  You wouldn't guess I was 15 I have experienced so much more than you could imagiene. Merlin himself knows my past outways harry potters. So on Harry Potter- he is so nice! It makes me gag; however his hospitality saved my life ( literally). For 3 week's I sat in a cramped tent in private park, untill a certain scarred boy performed a stunning spell on me! He looked horror struck and I knew I had to explain some things. Thats what I did: I told him I was witch, I told him I was on the run- I told him my age!

At this point his emerald eyes flashed and twinkled attentively and he invited me home. He hid me and nourished me. For 4 weeks we grew so close. My only friend! There is now a bond that death itself will fail to overcome. He confided that I was better than ron and hermione.  That made me plaster a smile on my face. He stole food from the cornershop to feed me- he couldn't tell his aunt and uncle because they would disapprove of me on so many levels; my hair, my face, my abilities, my clothes, everything about me would send them running.  Running, I shouldn't be getting attached Harry is in enough paper publicity as it is. HMPPH!!

On the 13th of July he decided to be an imbecile,  he did something unforigivable- netherless it did the wizerding world a hell of a favour. But it doesn't help now. He sent his snowy owl to dumbledore- and dumbledore replied...