The owl was back. It sat right before the window again. The boy smiled when seeing the owl, glad that it didn't fly away just to never come back. "Good morning, owl", he said and his voice showed his relief. The owl tilted her head and rubbed its head against the boy's shoulder who let her in. "How was your week, owl? I feared you would never come back", he admitted and the owl thought, that little Harry was such a polite boy. Of course, the owl couldn't answer but she flapped her wings excitedly. Harry sighed. "It seems like your week was far more interesting than mine." The owl returned his gaze with a questioning look in her eyes. He cleared his throat.
"Well, I only helped Aunt Petunia in the kitchen and did some stuff in the garden so Uncle Vernon wouldn't have to scream at me again." Horrible muggles, the owl thought. She really ought to tell her Master about the way this boy was treated. No magical child should ever endure this kind of mistreatment and abuse. Of course, the owl couldn't talk to it didn't know how to tell her Master. Then suddenly an idea formed itself inside of her head and she was agitated about it. She screeched in a very un-owly way and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. "What is going on, dear owl?", he asked and looked at her with a scared look on his face. The owl screeched again and put her small claws right on top of a stack of parchments. Harry frowned and the owl shoved his feather in front of the parchment. "What do you want me to do?", the boy asked in a desperate tone and the owl tried to contain her excitement when she flapped her wings. She pointed a claw to the stack of letters that neatly sat on Harry's trunk. His eyes brightened and he smiled knowingly. "You want me to write a letter, don't you? To whom? About what?" The owl was nearly crying and tried to tell him what he was supposed to do. She pointed her claw at the door and Harry frowned again. "The door?" Owl screeched and flew the small way towards the door handle. "About the house?", Harry asked and she shook her head in a desperate gesture. Suddenly his face lit up. "The Dursleys! You want me to write about the Dursleys!" Finally! The owl nodded and Harry smiled. "I see. Do you think someone's going to come and save me from them if I write this letter?" The owl nodded again. "Alright", Harry shrugged. "It's worth a try."