By Alison Venugoban
The raven flew over the houses, eyeing the gardens with an almost human intelligence.
It swooped low at the sight of prey, swallowing the morsel with a click of its sharp beak.
Flapping wildly, it tried to regain height, but its stomach began to swell alarmingly. The raven exploded.
A man hit the turf, rolled, swiftly shrank back to spider-form and scuttled to a large hydrangea bush.
Severus Snape would have sneered if his Animagus form had the ability; it wasn’t bad enough he had to keep watch on Potter over the holidays, birds kept trying to eat him, too.