Hedwig flew.
She always flew.
Much quicker than those things Harry called legs.
She always had a message, too.
But she never knew it's importance.
She was only a bird.
A beautiful, trusting bird.
But still, only a bird.
And for such a loyal bird.
It wasn't enough.
The love Harry gave her.
It couldn't do everything.
It couldn't save her.
Nothing outwits fate.