DISCLAIMER: Before someone does something... I own nothing other than a concept of a story based on another. Do not bother me with lawsuits, please. In other words, I did not write Harry Potter, otherwise I would be rich, altough I would still be writing fanfiction...
Some interesting things must be said about the wheel of reincarnation, for one, it does not exist, well, not in the literal sense of the world. Much like many other things in the world, it exists as a concept created somewhere in the in-between of the world by the belief that such a thing exists…
Much like gods, demons, the 'next great adventure' and of course… Magic.
Of course, such things are usually not in the mind of an owl, but then again, I was not a normal owl, I was Harry Potter's owl.
Hedwig was what he called me, and it was a fitting name, it showcased how I was superior to the lesser owls, my appearance, my breed, my strength, no, I was not a normal owl.
And my boy was not a normal boy, neither was he a normal wand waver. When we met I had already planned on flying away the moment I was released, to be free from these stupid wand wavers and their stupid laws and magic.
But when our eyes met, when I saw that beautiful green, I realized then and there that I needed to take care of him, because no one else had or would. And so I stayed, and I cared, and listened and tried to protect.
In turn, he accepted me as an equal, and made sure I was always had what I needed, even at the cost of his own.
We were family…
Inside the cage I watched as the giant-man and my boy tried to flee from the dark ones, I knew the cold would come for someone this night, and I wished it was not for my boy, prideful I was, but I could never accept that.
I watched as one of the dark ones shot a spell at us, I recognized it, all animals know about it, the curse of the cold, the death, it was coming for the giant-man, but if he died, my boy would surely plummet to earth and then…
No!
That I could not accept, I would not accept.
I called into myself, my magic, so different from those foolish wand wavers who do not understand the power they were tapping.
My pride was more than the pride of a beautiful owl, arrogant as I was in my own right, I was different than these weak owls, I had magic, nowhere near my boy's, and much more raw and free and natural, but it was magic.
One second, was all it took to sap all of my energies, but in rumbling, my cage floated, I never closed my eyes, watching the green light, so similar to my boy's eyes, closing to me.
I wished I could speak with my boy, tell him so many things I learned in our years, tell him so many words, of gratitude, of warning, and my apologies…
But it was not to be, and as the curse hit me, I knew no more.
It was blue.
A gigantic sky, so blue it was eye-watering.
A green forest on the ground.
An expanse so great, a sky so clean, a forest so big… and yet…
I landed near a two-story house, hidden in the middle of the forest; it was a beautiful house, painted in light colors, with a well-cared for garden where the humans had only aided nature to reach beauty.
It was the kind of house a small family would leave, leading happy lives and caring for each other. The kind of house I wouldn't mind being a pet to, the kind of house my boy should have lived in…
How I wished… I could have helped him more, I know I staved his loneliness away, but that was hardly enough.
I wished for… More…
'Ask'
I turned my head sharply, looking for the source of the voice, and was met with the sight of this gigantic beautiful world slowly crumbling, its edges shattering like glass before the remains simply disappeared.
What was happening?
I tried to fly, but found myself suddenly trapped to the ground, my wings not working anymore, fear started creeping into my soul, was this not the afterlife the humans talked about? Was it not a paradise? Or was I subjected to what humans call hell?
Before I could try to do something really drastic, the shattering reached me and the world crumbled, but before that happened I noticed two things.
First: There were two humans, smiling at me in the house, two humans I had never met but observed with my boy many times over.
James and Lily Potter.
The second was that I was no longer an owl.
'And ye shall receive'.
The next time I would wake up, I would once again be alive, but this time, I would have the ability to help my boy… Even if he would never meet Hedwig the Owl this time around.
Author note: Honestly, I wonder where I will go with it, I just started writing and decided to post it before changing idea, as I do so often(I have tons of fics that I probably will never post in my HD)
If you haven't guessed, I turned Hedwig into a girl and sent her to the past(just a couple of years, Harry is at the Dursley already).
Finally, I may or may not continue this, that will depend on my mood and if I get inspired...
Cya o/