Jack paced back and forth in his room.

So far, Harry has not been responding to his letters; and he sent loads of letters to him. Ranging from his letter to him sent after first week into summer vacation, to Harry's birthday gift he sent a week and a half ago.

Either it was those pesky muggles bullying Harry, or it was his owl was going to a completely different address, which was very unlikely. Piled on his bed was the letters he exchanged with Ron; apparently he too was unsuccessful in communicating with Harry.

Click click.

An owl flapped his wings on his window, striking his beak against the window impatiently. It held a scrolled up parchment on his legs. Walking up to the window Jack opened the window and the owl flew in, several stray feathers falling randomly on to the floor. It immediately landed on his table right next to his dinner plate, and began to nibble on his sausage.

Jack promptly took the letter off and unrolled them.

Second-year students will require:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

Jack boggled his eyes as he began to read down the list. Some strange book list they had this year; seven out of eight of them were written by a same bloke!

Sitting on his chair he left the letter on his table, stretching his arms out for a yawn. He looked around searching for potential source of entertainment; it was a day to become frightfully mad when he became bored. Standing up, Jack marched on to the coat hanger and reached for his cloak.

"Going somewhere?"

Jack turned around. It was Phineas, or his great-great-great grandfather, on his very own portrait.

"What up gramps?"

Phineas frowned. "I demand more respectable choice of words when speaking to me, Procyon Black."

Jack scowled. "I told you, my name is Jack, not Procyon. What kind of name is Procyon? It's just another name of some stupid star; I'll be the laughing stock at the school." Jack grimaced as he imagined the potential disaster that could be caused by the revelation of his true name. "I'm going to get supplies."

"That name was given to you by birth, and you will be proud of that name." Phineas scolded him.

"I'll be the only one in the school with that stupid name." Jack complained. "All my other friends have perfectly normal-"

Click click.

Another owl, much larger than the school owl still eating his sausage - Jack briefly wondered where the sausage all went - was striking the window with much less force. Upon being admitted entrance the owl swooped in, flapping in wings in haste to get rid his letter on his legs. Jack untied the letter; Paul joined the school owl in pecking the sausage. Jack now began to read his second letter of the day.

Dear Jack,

I received a letter from Ron saying that Harry received a letter from the Ministry of Magic saying that he used magic in his house, and that they plan to rescue Harry from his muggle home. I sent a letter of reply and caution, but so far he has not written a response for over a week (probably because of their old owl.). I wished to send you a letter, but you know fully well that I do not have an owl of my own; than here comes your owl to my house. What luck! I am planning to visit London with my parents to buy my schoolbooks this Wednesday; hope to see you there! Let me know what you think.

Love, from Hermione.

So much for his plans today. Jack grabbed a paper from his desk and immediately started to write a reply.

To Hermione,

Sounds good.

Jack.

Jack stood back for a moment, and began to chuckle at the succinctness of his letter. Rolling up his paper he beckoned Paul, Paul's expression of exasperation clearly evident - or was it a normal facial feature for owls? - And tied the letter to his legs, and watched it leave.

He turned to the school owl that was still eating his sausage. Jack began to wave his arms in protest.

"Shoo! Shoo! You ate enough of my food already-"

The owl, clearly affronted began to fly out quickly. Jack quickly shut the window; finally, he was done dealing with owls. He sat down slowly, and glanced at his sausage; half of it was gone.

Jack took off his hat and his cloak and sat down on his chair, going back to reading Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks while grabbing a two pronged fork, piercing his sausage and munching on it, mourning and longing for the other half of his meat.

His room drastically contrasted other rooms of 12 Grimmauld Place, being completely revolutionized with muggle technology. With florescent lights above the room instead of candles, wallpapers of James Brown, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Michael Jackson, Jim Morrison, and other famous muggles, with muggle Luxo brand desk lap resembling the small hopping desk lamp included in Pixar's corporate logo, muggle desk stacked with books such as The Bible, keyboard on the sliding panel beneath the desk and Windows 3.1x placed on top of the desk with the large tower beneath the desk, with no trace of Quill and Ink but instead replaced by #2 pencils and mechanical pencils, all the parchments replaced by modern muggle paper, a Nokia 3310 phone, and to top it all off a muggle mini fan ridding the room of heat. It was a sorry sight to Phineas Nigellus, who tutted with shame every time he glanced inside the room.

Jack took a glance at his calendar on his door; Wednesday was tomorrow. Jack began to briefly wonder about the reason of Harry's lack of reply; perhaps he had quarrel with his muggle family, and deprived of his letter privileges. Or maybe he was ignoring them, however unlikely.

Than there comes the news that Harry attempted magic inside his home in presence of the muggles; Harry clearly knew that was forbidden. He must be in some sort of pickle, it seemed. If Ron's rescue party included the twins, Jack was very sorry not to have gone along with them.