A little weird, hope you like!
"Here you go, girl." Harry crooned, offering a sort of biscuit treat forward to his loyal owl. She visibly winced, reluctantly opening her beak, as though it were a medial task that she need not suffer. He smiled down at her, quickly attaching an article to her ankle and rubbing her back kindly.
She expanded her mildly impressive wing span, lifting her feet off of the countertop and pumping powerfully before her speckled white figure fluttered out the nearest window and to the west. Harry turned the instant she had vacated the premises, not bothering to look after her. After over ten years of surface it was unnecessary to doubt the quality of her service, she was the most capable creature he had ever known.
Ginny stood in the darkness of the doorway, her thin figure leaning against the structure in a '20's noir sort of femme fatale way that he had long since gotten over. "Who were you messaging?" She questioned, still not emerging from the shadows.
He approached her grimly, the uncomfortableness suddenly increasing tenfold. There had been something, he was certain of it. It was something intangible, something that no one could grasp apart from the two parties experiencing it. The feeling was unlike any other, it could not be touched like blood, seen like the sky of felt like the wind. It was more of a gentle inclination, a constant whisper elevating them above all else. It was fire that burned everyone but them, consuming the world in blue flame...and it had never quite burnt out.
Oh, it would have been far easier if it had fizzled, dissolved into disinterest, faded into the starry night like the sun enveloped by darkness. It was an ever fixed mark, as Shakespeare had once said, and Harry had never stopped feeling it, and he was certain that she had not, either. But it was the extenuating circumstances that nagged and nipped, that changed his mind, the same thing that tempted her. She liked the fire, she wanted to burn.
"Ron just a congratulation on his approaching nuptials." He had returned with as much indifference as he could manage. Despite the color of their hair and the content of their blood, they were nothing like his parents, they loved each other but hurt each other in turn. Not a week passed after school was over that one of them wasn't crying and the other stewing. It had lasted far longer than it should have, elongated by two pregnancy scares and several captures. This seemed to brighten his and her regard once they were reunited, seemed to make them think that they could withstand the test of time.
"Oh, yes. I hope that he remembered to invite Hermione." It was the sort of thing that would slip his mind.
"I'm sure that Molly made sure of that." He said with a lingering smile, knowing that neither the bride nor groom would exactly wish for her attendance.
Ginny nodded, finally taking a step forward and revealing herself to him. "Mum wouldn't allow that, after all they are old friends." This was their tango, their dance, neither of them would relate their knowledge without the other doing so first.
It always seemed as though it was constantly Ginny who won this. "Old friends? I think that is overshadowed by the fact that they were together for two years." A shadow of a smug grin slowly crawled onto her face.
"Yes, and I'm sure that his spite has positively nothing to do with the fact that she married his arch-rival." He feigned ignorance, as though this had slipped his mind. They both knew that this was untrue.
"And my nemesis." Naturally, Harry's temper had allowed him to mend fences far before Ron's, and that had nothing to do with the fact that he was still in love with her of course.
With the flick of her wand, two flute glasses appeared in her hand and she offered one to Harry and took the other for herself.
"I'll drink to that."
The letter was dispatched within a half hour, and Hedwig knew that she was not expected for at least the rest of the night and took a quick detour. She was a spectacular creature, perfect in nearly every way, not age-worn at all. She was positively gorgeous, a specimen without fault.
She landed gracefully, her talons wrapping around the wood of the nearest white picket fence before she relaxed, her mind fixed on a single object. It took mere seconds for the transformation to take place before she changed from a marvelous bird into one of the most breathtaking women that anyone could ever lay eyes upon.
Her cheeks glowed ethereally and she hid her years expertly, not a single line existed that would give away her true age. She fell to the dewy grass, raising her unpolished hand in the air in a way reminiscent to a wing. She was nude, every curve concealed by the hedges she lay near. She stretched out, using her vocals for the first time in weeks, reveling in the humanity that suddenly consumed her.
Hedwig's hair was fine and thin, a platinum blond that looked to be straight from a box, though her eyebrows and lashes refuted this. A robe lay discarded beneath the foliage that surrounded her, twitching in a bird-like manner. She came to her feet, stepping out of the lawn that held her, blinking stupidly.
"Time to live," She murmured, her feet pressing onto the concrete, the warmth of the recently set sun absorbing onto her skin, warming her in a way it never could for her owl alter-ego. And with this she shed her half-life for the evening, feeling the freedom like a pleasant summer breeze. If only for a few hours, she was human again.
It's kind of weird, but I just got the thought recently. Don't worry, there will definitely be character development. if there's an able beta out there, im interested!