Discalimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or original characters mentioned.
Harry woke before the sun was completely risen in the sky to someone beating on his
window. Or at least that's what he thought it was. As he climbed out of bed and let his head clear of all the sleepy grogginess, he realized it sounded more like a fingernail tapping at the window. Harry reached
around for his glasses and finally found them on top of his school books, which were stacked neatly beside his bed. With his eyes now focused, Harry could see that it was actually an owl at his window. And it was his owl, Hedwig. Then suddenly it was not his owl. Rather it was two owls pecking madly at his window, desperate for entry.
Harry rushed over an opened the window. Both owls zoomed past Harry, almost knocking him over, and landed on his bed posts. Now Harry took a step closer to the distraught little owl that had flown in with Hedwig. This was a very small white spotted owl with very ice blue eyes. Harry went to the nervous little owl to see if it was hurt in anyway. It did not appear to be injured, but instead just sat watching Harry with wide, curious eyes. Harry checked the little owl's leg for a note or letter of any kind and found a small peice of parchment with the name Sara written on it in a very round, loopy hand writing. Harry looked the owl in the eyes and said, "So your name is Sara?" The owl looked at Harry with that same curious look in it's eyes and it seemed to take on a humans characteristics and gave Harry a smile. Harry did a double take and blinked a few times, unsure of what he saw. "You must be a very special owl, Sara.", Harry said with a confused sound in his voice. At hearing Harry's comment the owl took flight, flying franticly around Harry's small, cluttered room.
Harry, taken by surprise at the birds' sudden movements, ducked down to the floor and sat starring at the tiny owl. Finally the bird stopped swooping back and forth to land on top of Hedwig's cage. Harry was releived that the owl's temper tantrum seemed to be over. "At least you are a quiet bird", said Harry, standing up. The tiny bird just closed it's eyes and rested. Strange little thing, thought Harry. Wonder why it is here, in my room of all places? Harry shot a wondering glance at Hedwig, who was still sitting on the bedpost. She seemed to just be busy preening her feathers, without even showing a sign that she had seen or heard the other owl. Harry decide to let both
owls rest.
Since it was still not quite morning and he was still very tired, Harry crawled back into bed to drift into his dreams.
Harry woke before the sun was completely risen in the sky to someone beating on his
window. Or at least that's what he thought it was. As he climbed out of bed and let his head clear of all the sleepy grogginess, he realized it sounded more like a fingernail tapping at the window. Harry reached
around for his glasses and finally found them on top of his school books, which were stacked neatly beside his bed. With his eyes now focused, Harry could see that it was actually an owl at his window. And it was his owl, Hedwig. Then suddenly it was not his owl. Rather it was two owls pecking madly at his window, desperate for entry.
Harry rushed over an opened the window. Both owls zoomed past Harry, almost knocking him over, and landed on his bed posts. Now Harry took a step closer to the distraught little owl that had flown in with Hedwig. This was a very small white spotted owl with very ice blue eyes. Harry went to the nervous little owl to see if it was hurt in anyway. It did not appear to be injured, but instead just sat watching Harry with wide, curious eyes. Harry checked the little owl's leg for a note or letter of any kind and found a small peice of parchment with the name Sara written on it in a very round, loopy hand writing. Harry looked the owl in the eyes and said, "So your name is Sara?" The owl looked at Harry with that same curious look in it's eyes and it seemed to take on a humans characteristics and gave Harry a smile. Harry did a double take and blinked a few times, unsure of what he saw. "You must be a very special owl, Sara.", Harry said with a confused sound in his voice. At hearing Harry's comment the owl took flight, flying franticly around Harry's small, cluttered room.
Harry, taken by surprise at the birds' sudden movements, ducked down to the floor and sat starring at the tiny owl. Finally the bird stopped swooping back and forth to land on top of Hedwig's cage. Harry was releived that the owl's temper tantrum seemed to be over. "At least you are a quiet bird", said Harry, standing up. The tiny bird just closed it's eyes and rested. Strange little thing, thought Harry. Wonder why it is here, in my room of all places? Harry shot a wondering glance at Hedwig, who was still sitting on the bedpost. She seemed to just be busy preening her feathers, without even showing a sign that she had seen or heard the other owl. Harry decide to let both
owls rest.
Since it was still not quite morning and he was still very tired, Harry crawled back into bed to drift into his dreams.