I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER JUST TAKING A VOYAGE IN HER WONDERFUL WORLD.
I DONT MAKE NOR WANT MONEY ETC
Once again thanks for the review's, and I'll try to reply and answer any questions you all may have.
With that said, Yes I do need a BETA, for reason's Ive spoke about, sometimes I am unable to catch errors(to reasons ive wrote of before)
Another thing I would like to point out is Yes the story is full of angst. But if any of you has ever experience abuse or been associated with people who have then you will understand it's not a something that is easily healed from. Happy endings are not the norm(though my story will be). It's painful and frightening and effects the lives of all involved on far deeper levels than you can ever believe. While this story is fiction, the things I speak of are not, and happen daily through out the world. If the content is disturbing, then please remember that there are to many people living my story.
Best Regards,
Scaramoche
As quick as the hiss began, it abruptly left. Leaving the air charged with ionization, licked by the quickly dissipating tendrils of flame.
Laying in a muddled heap were three figures. As the brutality of what had occurred only moments before began to permeate two of the figures consciousness, whose reaction's were vastly different.
Only moments before, Hedwig had been shocked into inaction.. She had briefly been concerned at Harry's reaction to the comforting and innocent kiss she had impulsively bestowed. Truth be told, she had always been affectionate to harry, lavishing him at every moment, yet in her new manifestation, it seemed he was unsure of what to do.
Yet before she could delve deeper into his reaction, he had bolted then caught sight of Dobby.
She had not immediately acknowledged the courageous little elf as she had flashed into the room. Her concern and actions directed solely on the form of Harry. Yet as she had felt the healing tears take root deep within harry. She had had a moment to take in the surrounding that she had lived in for years.
It was at this point she had caught site of the very still figure. She knew Dobby well. The infectious little entity had endured so much pain and savagery which had been compounded, when in a leap of faith he went to save a young boy from his cruel masters, all the while suffering in his magic, and soul as the vicious magics extracted their toll. For him to resist the compulsions, and torture spoke greatly of his character.
Yet here was the golden hearted elf, yet again sacrificing his life for the very special man he was devoted too.
It had come as a shock to Hedwig, when she had allowed her magic to slowly reach out in benediction that even at the gates of death, the beautiful little being refused to leave his master, his friend, his Mr Harry Potter sir. He had tethered his entire soul, his self, to the young man in magic so pure and ancient, that even the ferryman, bringer of death could not sever it.
She had taken one of the tears that had manifested at the thoughts of his devotion, and gently placed it over his tender, yet non-beating heart.
She had been given much during her time between world's and while she was still coming to terms with much of it, there had been one truth, Certainty if you will. Not even magic could revive the dead.
So she watched in wonder as the tear she had shed, began to coalesce all the while arks's of magic infused the little being, gently lifting his frail form. Then something she could only only term as a Spiritual detonation reverberated across the Universe. And in that moment, she knew she had witness a miracle as he took a deep breath, falling into a healing slumber.
It was for this reason that she had forgot about the little elf while she had focused her attention on Harry. She had been caught off guard when he had caught site of the slumbering little elf, and in a Harry moment, had disregarded all else, in the attempt to come to the aid of his friend.
Before she could put his mind at ease however, the evil man had burst into the room and began to rain hateful and violent attacks on Harry. In desperation, she had scrambled towards Harry, and the moment she made contact, had flashed them to safety.
"Safety" she puzzled as she looked around the dense forest which lay around them.
Having spent her life as an owl, she equated safety with such places, but was now concerned that in her new form, and the state of both harry and Dobby, this was not idyllic.
Looking back towards the two, she was about to speak when she was drawn into Harry's actions.
Disregarding the pulsating pain from his broken rib's, Harry quickly looked at Hedwig to verify that she had not been hurt. As he verified she was fine he quickly turned back towards the figure he had been holding while softy offering his heart felt gratitude.
"Thank you Hedwig".
Gently Harry, as if fearful what he would find, began to check Dobby for not only wounds, but a spark of life.
As his hand slipped under Dobby's neck in an effort to support his head, a tranquil and pleasant sigh escaped the little being's throat.
Overcome with joy as the terrible burden was released, Harry felt tear's manifest, clouding his vision. In an act so alien to the abused Harry, he drew the faithful and loving creature into a embrace much like that of a parent cherishing and protecting a beloved child.
As his arms tenderly cradled his friend, rocking gently, he felt the sleeping elf snuggle deep into the embrace in utter peace and contentment. This final act caused Harry to break down. As tears coursed down his young face, he gave a silent prayer to any who would hear, his heartfelt thanks.
Over the year's, Hedwig had been unable to cry. To show the depth of her sorrows and joy through such a simple act. Thankful once again, she watched in wonder, glistening drop's gathering on her chin, still amazed that someone who had went through so much, was capable of such unconditional love.
Ever so quietly, Hedwig made her way behind Harry. As she sat in the mossy grass, her arms infolding Harry in support and love.
Safely hidden in the ancient forest, the trio communed in silence, taking strength from one another until the emotional turmoil of the day cast them into peaceful slumber.
As the sun crested the horizon, filtered ray's amplified the morning's dew. Casting life, and enchanting the forest with the hope's of a new dawn.
As with all thing's, the peaceful slumber had purged the darkness, blunting it's sting. It was thus, that Harry found his way to conscientiousness.
As comprehension clarified, memories flickered through his mind. As the pieces fell into random order, one thing he knew instinctively was that he was safe. As he puzzled over the memories, still lost in the fog of the new day, Harry became acutely aware of the warmth, and comfort he felt surrounding him.
With eye's still caught in the world of mist's, Harry allowed his other senses to reach out.
As the moments wore on, he began to detect pleasant aroma's with every breath. The air seemed heavy with woodland scents. Layer's of Oak, moss and fresh cut grass, while pleasant, were not the smells which were giving him peace.
"Peppermint" He thought of the first aroma. Focusing on the smell, images of innocents, and purity blanketed his mind, lulling him back into a peaceful oblivion. Minutes, or perhaps hours later, he was drawn back to awareness, waking with a small, yet radiant smile.
As the peppermint lingered, just beyond view, another smell came into harmony. Unlike the other, who's beauty came from it's simplistic resonance, this other was complex, and dynamic. Hints of cinnamon, cardamon, and anise seemed dominant. As the scents combined, something deep inside of harry was sedated, secured and filled with hope. For what he smelled was Christmas.
As he allowed his mind to drift with the aroma fueled contentment, Harry became aware of the warmth radiating from his chest. As he focused on this he became aware of a steady, and deep rhythmic thump.
"Dobby" he thought in joy, as he realized who was clinging to him.
With that realization, everything clarified, and snapped into place. Before the dark emotions could gain a foothold, another startling revelation filled him with joy.
"Hedwig" he thought at the same moment he realized that delicate arms were draped around him, holding him firm to her very real, and feminine body.
A small part of harry pondered if perhaps he had finally gone mad, or was yet still asleep, to only wake once again at privat drive.
Yet he willed himself to believe, to hope, that it was all real. He would take all the beatings and humiliation if just for a moment in time to be held by his parents, or to feel the unconditional love and understanding he felt surrounding him.
So with courage only this young gryffindor could show, He slowly opened his eyes. All the while praying it was real.
His First site was of the glorious forest before them. Feeling the peaceful innocence saturating not only his body, but his soul.
As he slowly lowered his gaze, his mind reached a level of contentment he would have never thought possible as he looked at the sight before him.
Curled into a ball, snuggled deeply in his chest was the little, almost frail form of Dobby. Soft and peaceful breaths could be heard from his head which was hidden in the depths of harry's shoulder.
Wrapped around both himself and Dobby were arm's so elegant, and pure, that his mind temporarily shut down taking in the sight which radiated a soft, almost delicate glow.
"I shouldn't have been surprised she would be so beautiful" harry thought in wonder.
Thinking of his relationship with Hedwig, Harry recalled his feeling once Hagrid had gifted him with the most important being of his life.
He had been told his whole life that he had been worthless. He had been raised by ugliness, and even till today, he had a difficult time believing otherwise.
Then Hedwig had come into his life.
She was not only stunning, and majestic in appearance, but there was something so pure and uplifting to her presence that the 11 year old harry who had never seen such beauty had felt unworthy.
Looking back he knew that she alone had given him purpose, that she alone had given him hope.
It had not been an easy road. Like all magical creatures there was intelligence behind her eye's, and initially this had made Harry even more withdrawn as he was sure that she would see the "Freak" he was.
Yet it was a testament to her will, how she would not let him pull away, to withdraw into the dark places.
through every abuse, torment and beating, Hedwig had always been there. Burrowing into his huddled and broken form, giving comfort in any form she could. Slowly at first, then with greater urgency he began to open up to the magical creature who he felt unworthy off.
As time passed, Harry had began initiating affection, with tentative strokes, and scratches. It hadn't been until his trials with the mirror during his first year that the dam had finally broken.
Harry had learned long ago to hide his emotions, the bury them deep inside. When he had come across the Mirror of Eriside although, the simple act of looking into the mirror had stripped away all his defenses. He knew that if Dumbledor had not removed it he would still be sitting there, lost to oblivion.
When it had been removed, he had felt a void of loneliness so deep he had been ready to give up again.
In desperation, and need to feel whole, the young 11 year old boy did the most courageous act of his life. He took a leap of faith, diving blindly into the owl known as Hedwig, and let his tortured soul find comfort.
Since that fateful day, she became something far more profound than his friend. She was his keystone, a rock so unmovable, and implacable that not even death could keep her from him.
In a time yet to come, a myth would be told about a beautiful bird, whom became a girl, that had stormed the gates of hell for a broken little boy.
Still unable to believe that the angel holding him was his Hedwig, he gently used his free hand to touch her arm.
He felt tears pool in the depths of his eye's as he felt the warmth under his fingers.
"your real" he whispered reverently.
As the word's left his lips, dancing gently through the forest, he felt her arm's tighten around him, pulling him tighter into her embrace.
Instinctively he had tensed, unused to such tender and intimate contact.
"Harry?" he heard her lyrical voice ask
year's of systematic abuse had conditioned Harry to be self sacrificing, not only putting the concerns of others above his own, but hiding his emotion's in terror that people would see him as a fraud.
"uh...I'm ok" Harry stuttered out quitly.
Hoping she would not press him, the tense Harry removed his hand from her arm.
As soon as his arm came to rest, he felt Hedwig's loosen her hold on him.
For a moment Harry regretted the loss of contact, yet before he could contemplate the feelings, Hedwig had position herself so she could look into Harry's eye's.
The moment Harry's eye's met her's felt so inadequate and small. All his insecurties forging forward.
"How could someone so angelic look at such a pathetic being as himself" he thought...
Then it Happened, as he stood bewitched by her presence her unwavering eye's drilled through his defenses, until Harry was looking at not only his, but her soul.
"Hedwig" he said reverently as the reality hit that this angel really was Hedwig, the one creature..no woman, who had been told his deepest secrets and fears, the only life in existence he had never been ashamed to open up too, and take comfort from..
She was HIS Hedwig.
As Harry's eye's dilated in wonder and realization, Hedwig gently bent down, and placed a tender kiss on his lips.
Unlike the evening before, Harry did not bolt, rather he lost himself in her care. With a smile playing on her joined lips, She thought "I am his after all"
Then as quickly as it had started, it ended with...
"Master Harry Potter Sir!" the wiggling form of Dobby squeaked.