Penguin Tales

The Tale of Potter Penguin

I clutched my wand in my flipper. I stared down the alleyway in Diagon Alley at his ugly, squashed beak and his red, slit-like eyes. His wand was raised, pointing directly at my face. I had followed him, thinking he was a small child, lost and alone. Turned out he had used my weakness to save people. Again. The memory of Serious falling through the veil still makes me shiver. His flippers outstretched, his beak slightly open. i would now be able to get my revenge.

I glanced around at my surroundings, there were plenty of places which I could use to hide, dustbins and crates. A streak of purple light flashed past me as I dived for the nearest bin. Beads of sweat were forming on my feathers. i shot a green spell at him and he deflected it with an easy swipe of his wand. I bared my beak.

My scar was quite painfull but i refused to let it over power me. heaving a breath a shot a golden spell at his tail feathers. His tail caught on fire. 

"Parry Potter!" He yelled in pain.

I ran forward and dealt the final blow.

"Your days are numbered Poldymort!"

A/N Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling.