Epilogue
On September 1st a group of children climbed onto platform 9 ¾. They had a train to catch and each was carrying quite a load. Harry only had his trunk this year, since Hedwig was going to remain at Headquarters for another couple of months. Hedwig would take care of her babies for four more weeks, and then she would teach them about being magical owls and show them how to deliver mail and such. When she thought they were ready she would bring them to their new homes.
Harry had asked Dumbledore what he should do with the owlets after they were grown. Dumbledore mentioned that most mother owls do not have much contact with their children after they are grown, so he might want to consider finding them all homes. He had sat down with Hedwig and asked if this was ok, that her children be owls for other people. Hedwig had hooted her agreement and Harry wrote out the names of several people onto small pieces of parchment. Hedwig picked up three pieces and placed each name in front of a young owl. Harry trusted his owl's judgment and spoke with each person who quickly agreed to be the person for that owl.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were promised the only girl. Mrs. Weasley named her Matilda, but Mr. Weasley called her Mattie. The larger of the boys went to Remus, who promptly named him Marauder. This may have been in memory of his fallen friends, but Harry and Ginny suspected it was because the owl would try to pick anyone's pocket that got too near. The third owlet was called misfit. It seemed like an appropriate name since he was all black with only a few white feathers. Hermione thought he looked like a negative of a snowy owl. After explaining what a negative was to Mr. Weasley she promised to bring a few with her next time she visited the Burrow. Misfit was chosen for Hagrid and they're was not a person who didn't agree the two were a perfect match.
Ron left Pig with Hedwig as well. He seemed to want to be an owlet too, and surprisingly, Hedwig tolerated his presence. Ron only hoped when it came time for the lessons, Hedwig would be able to teach his hyper owl a thing or two. Harry just laughed and told Ron he feared for Pig's life if he upset the young mama during lessons.
The train pulled into the station at Hogsmeade and before long everyone found themselves in the Great Hall for the start of term feast. While sorting was completed Harry thought of his godfather and felt the pang in his heart. He quietly thanked Hedwig for giving himself something to look forward to, and something to focus on that wasn't death and sadness. Deep down, Harry knew that Sirius would have wanted him to be happy.
Author's Notes:
Thank you everyone for reviewing and following my ficlet about owlets. Glad you all took the time to review to let me know you were enjoying my story about hot owl loving. Oh wait, no about good owl care. If your owl seems to be sick, and you go to a school with lots of other owls, suspect the worst.
Anyway, I will soon be starting another story if I can get the outline hammered out. I have an idea or two but suggestions are welcome. Happy reading. :)