The owl's name was Cookie. Why the woman who smells like cats named him so, he didn't know. All he did know, was he had an important letter to deliver to a small boy. The woman had impressed that the letter be delivered as soon as possible. So Cookie went flying as fast as he could.

Yet, when he arrived at the house on the letter, he couldn't sense the boy he sought.

Cookie waited for two days, thinking that the child was at a friend's or school. Yet, on the dawn of the third day, the owl acknowledge that he was wasting his time. So, he took flight, focusing on his own internal magic to locate one Harry J. Potter.

Getting a small nudge to the East, the owl took flight.


For a month, Cookie looked for the person it was trying to deliver mail to. Slowly, English began to change to others. Russian, Chinese, and Japanese. Then, surprisingly, English began to be spoken once more. Only, the writing system was completely different. As he got closer to the child, the letter adapted to the known language, and changed the name listed.

Finally, Cookie felt the person he was searching for. He sagged as he landed lightly on a telephone pole to rest. The flammulated owl's chest heaved as it rested. It still had to search for the precipitant, but at least he was closer than before. It fell asleep, assuming that the child would still be in the area. After all, other places didn't allow their children to wander off.


Cookie felt irritated at the fact that his child was missing again. He had fallen asleep, and had missed Harry Potter in the process. With a sad hoot, it took to the air, avoiding the strange birds that flew around him. His dark eyes narrowed on the horizon as he flew. Determination was strong in his being as he searched.

For days it looked.

Then he found Harry and let out a screech of happiness before diving for the child. The boy gave him a confused look, the small canine beside him growling as Cookie came to a rest on the table between his target and his friend. He hooted in irritation as he held out his leg. His target accepted the letter, and Cookie stole a drink of his water.

"This is hilarious! Listen to this, Andy!

'Dear Mister Sage Ketchum,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress," Sage began giggling.

"This is a laugh." Andy snickered. "I wonder what fan or rival sent it?"

"I don't know, but it's time to get going now. My next Contest is in Jubilife City." Sage stood, patting the owl. "I wonder what type of Pokemon this is." Sage pulled out his Pokedex, frowning when it informed him that no information was recorded. "Huh."

"Weird, but Sage, we've got to go, and it already has a trainer."

"Right." Cookie watched in distress as his target left the letter on the table and walked away.


Continuing to follow Sage, Cookie was determined to get it across to the boy that this was not a prank. That he had an unknown past that needed exploring. A heritage that was his for the taking. If that meant following the recipient to all corners of the strange world he found himself in, Cookie would do it.

He'd never failed the cat lady, and he wouldn't now!