2. My New Owner
As we walked up the street of Diagon Alley, the man held me up to his face and said, "Im Hagrid. I ain't your owner, but i 'm takin ye to 'im." I knew he wasn't my owner, but he seemed very nice. I could not wait. I just wanted to fly to him. Harry Potter. My owner. This was the best day of my life. I had heard of him when people would come in and out of the Emporium. From what i knew, he was attacked by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his parent were killed by him. This was when he was just a year old. He had to live with his Muggle aunt and uncle all his life.
I just hoped he was nice. As we got closer and closer to Ollivander's Wand Shop, I saw a beam of light burst through the windows. It startled me and i jumped. Hagrid tucked me under his arm. "I's okay," he whispered. We walked up to the window of Ollivander's and Hagrid tapped on the glass. "'Arry!" The boy inside turned around "'Appy berth'ay!" I looked at his for-head and saw it. I knew it was him. My boy. My master. Harry Potter.