My name is Hedwig, and I am an owl. A snowy owl, to be precise.
Some people think owl's can't talk, write, etc., but they'd be surprised.
I am an owl, but I am no ordinary owl. I am Harry Potter's owl.
Harry found me in an owl shop called Eeylop's Owl Emporium in Diagon Alley. I was a birthday present from the giant that was with him. The giant's name was Hagrid, and he had the air of someone that liked all kinds of creatures.
The only downside to being Harry's owl is his relatives. They used to make him keep me in my cage all hours of the day! You have no idea how small a cage is until your locked in one for hours on end. Now, they let him let me out, but they still yell at him if I make the slightest noise. I try to be quiet to save him, but it's extremely hard.
Harry's interestingness makes up for his relatives, somewhat. He has ridden in a flying car, he has battled evil people, he can talk to snakes (very tasty), and his friend had a rat that was not really a rat. He knows many, many things.
One thing he doesn't know is my age I am ancient, for an owl. Another thing he doesn't know is something I've been waiting for his headmaster to tell him.
His father had a snowy owl named Hedwig, and his mother had an orange cat named Crookshanks.
Author's note: I probably won't do anything with this, so anyone who thinks it's interesting can change it, embellish on it, write a story with it, I don't care. You're welcome to it.
Some people think owl's can't talk, write, etc., but they'd be surprised.
I am an owl, but I am no ordinary owl. I am Harry Potter's owl.
Harry found me in an owl shop called Eeylop's Owl Emporium in Diagon Alley. I was a birthday present from the giant that was with him. The giant's name was Hagrid, and he had the air of someone that liked all kinds of creatures.
The only downside to being Harry's owl is his relatives. They used to make him keep me in my cage all hours of the day! You have no idea how small a cage is until your locked in one for hours on end. Now, they let him let me out, but they still yell at him if I make the slightest noise. I try to be quiet to save him, but it's extremely hard.
Harry's interestingness makes up for his relatives, somewhat. He has ridden in a flying car, he has battled evil people, he can talk to snakes (very tasty), and his friend had a rat that was not really a rat. He knows many, many things.
One thing he doesn't know is my age I am ancient, for an owl. Another thing he doesn't know is something I've been waiting for his headmaster to tell him.
His father had a snowy owl named Hedwig, and his mother had an orange cat named Crookshanks.
Author's note: I probably won't do anything with this, so anyone who thinks it's interesting can change it, embellish on it, write a story with it, I don't care. You're welcome to it.