Post by Christina E Lupin on Jul 10, 2009 1:09:18 GMT -5
My Owlet
Written by Christina Elizabeth Lupin
Written by Christina Elizabeth Lupin
A/N: (author sighs) I seem to be getting a lot of ideas for a short story than I do get ideas for Blood Brothers or Cheating Death. Is that a bad thing? I don’t know. Anyway, this is a small fic about the relationship between Hedwig and Harry. (author also notes that she absolutely loves owls, and wolves she adds with a blush.) I hope you will enjoy this story as much as you have with my other short fics. This takes place shortly after Harry returns from his fourth year at Hogwarts. And it is very short but touching nonetheless.
Another note: You may see that I worded things differently and that’s because I am doing this from Hedwig’s point of view, not Harry’s. I once wrote a story on the view point of wolves and it’s hard! You have to make things sound different, like you can’t describe fire as fire from the eyes of a wolf. You have to be extremely creative. That’s what my creative writing teacher told me when I decided to take on the challenge of writing a story from an animal’s point of view. And I passed that class with the highest grade I could get. Everyone liked the story.
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My Owlet
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Hedwig stared sadly down at her master, her little owlet, as he tosses and turns in his bed. She wishes she could make her owlet write a letter to his Sirius so the man could come to take care of him. The snowy owl knew how much this man, Sirius, cares for her owlet and wishes he could take him in, but it wasn’t meant to be. For some reason, Sirius couldn’t take her master in and was on the run, constantly changing his nesting place.
She hoots softly and spreads her wings so she could settle down next to her owlet, who still moves around on his nest. Hedwig lands next to his head and runs her beak through his not-feathers, though they feel just like feathers. She hoots happily as she notices that her owlet begins to calm and not move as much and she continues her activity, careful not to hurt him.
Finally, her owlet stops moving and falls into a deep sleep, his not-beak moving upwards so it looked like a curved line. She takes it as a good sign but does not stop running her beak through his not-feathers. It also helped her to know that he was alright. She only wishes that life would one day lighten up and shine on him, giving him some happiness. Her owlet’s nest-mates were not the nicest humans she met, calling him not by his name.
Once Hedwig was happy that her owlet was comfortable and asleep, she took flight and landed in her open cage. She took a gulp of water and settled herself down. The owl fluffed her feathers so she could stay warm and tucked her head under her wing, closing her amber eyes. For now, her owlet was safe from his nest-mates. And so, she fell asleep, dreaming of her owlet really being her owlet. Hedwig knew her owlet loved to fly on the branch that his Sirius gave him one year and she dreamed that she was teaching him how to spread his wings and fly, to learn how to catch thermals and let his wings rest while he rode the warm air.
If only he was an owl like her.
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