The small boy and the giant entered the shop, and started looking around.
"Can I help you?" Mr Eeylop asked, smiling down at the child. I peeped out from under my wing. The boy was a very scrawny child, with messy black hair and round glasses. He turned his head in my direction, and my eyes widened in shock. His eyes were the greatest shade of green that any man, woman or child could possess. Looking deeper into his eyes, I saw hurt. And abandonment. This child was obviously not happy. But there were recent emotions that made my heart soar.
"Just lookin' to buy young 'Arry 'ere 'is firs' owl." The giant said. The boy, Harry, looked up at Mr Eeylop nervously. The old shopkeepers eyes widened as his gaze drifted towards Harry's forehead.
"Bless my soul. It can't be Harry Potter!" He gasped. The noise of the other animals instantley died. I remember that night, when Mr Eeylop came running into the shop, cries of happiness escaping his lips. "He's gone!" He had screamed. "You-know-who is really gone!" Many people had come into the shop that night, asking to borrow owls to send letters, and others just hugged Mr Eeylop. Though one man outside of the shop didn't seem happy at all. "Remus Lupin," Mr Eeylop said his name was. "He was closer than anything to the Potter family." And it hit me. This child, right in front of me, was the one who made this 'You-Know-Who' dissapear.
I hooted, to make myself known, and flew off my perch and onto the boy's shoulder. Mr Eeylop laughed.
"It seems like our resident Snowy Owl has made herself known," He grinned, gazing at me. I chirped, and nibbled the boy's ear affectionatley. The giant grinned.
"What'd ya say, 'Arry?" He said, patting my head with one of his fingers. Then Harry did something that I'd never thought anybody would do. He reached his hand up, and stroked my ruffled feathers.
"She's perfect." We left the shop five minutes later, smiles covering both his and mine faces.
His Owl.
My Human.