Hey everyone. This story is my entrance for the 335 Pairing Bonanza Challenge on Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge. So some of the pairings maybe strange and awkward. But it should make for some interesting fics. Am I right? So without much ado let's get on with Strange Love.

Pairing number one Kreacher/Hedwig

Kreacher couldn't remember how he had first come to meet the bird. It must have been when his master had the flithy blood traitor Potter stay at his house. But he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was unlike anything that Kreacher had ever seen.

"Kreacher," his master scolded yet again, "get away from Harry's room now."

Kreacher had no interest in the nasty Potter boy. Or anything in his nasty room. Aside from her. But he would never tell his master this. So he just shuffles away from the room muttering under his breathe.

He mutters about blood traitors. How his master is a disgrace to his mother. He mutters about how his master's mother was a saint. And he mutters even lower than usual about the bird. The bird clouds his mind. And at times she is the only thing he can mutter about. And no one really pays much attention to him and his ramblings on anyway.

But if they did they would know his secret. They would know what no one else besides himself knew. Not even his mistress knew what Kreacher was feeling.

And the feeling of it was foreign to him. He had never felt anything like it before. He had never been shown anything like this feeling before.

He has seen the feeling before. The blood traitor and his wife show it to each other. They show it towards their children. They even seem to show it towards the nasty Potter brat and the Mudblood.

But Kreacher can not understand why he feels this feeling for her. She is not the same as Kreacher. She is not an elf. She is a bird. And Kreacher has been told before he mustn't feel these things for the bird.

He skulks slowly back into the boys room. To visit her. Like a pilgrim to a shrine.

She blinks at him from her gilded cage. She blinks and in that blink Kreacher thinks he sees a glimmer of the same feelings he has for her.

"Kreacher will free you from your servitude one day my love," he told the snowy white owl. As he reached out and stroked one of her white wings. "Kreacher will."

So there you have it. Kreacher/Hedwig. What do you guys think? Pretty weird.