Hazy Magic

Feathers

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Harry Potter was a not-so-average boy who, at the moment was living in a very average neighborhood. On this night he had opted to sleep instead of staying up late trying to do homework he was not allowed to do during the day. A snowy white owl was perched on top of her cage, her black eyes seemed to be watching him, and they appeared almost fluid, an owl mourning over misfortunes.

Hedwig looked more human this night then she had ever had before. A strange thought flowed through the air like a breeze and Hedwig's feathers were ruffled, goosebumps. A sweet high-pitched melody played through the air and Harry rolled over in his sleep, perhaps conscience on a deeper level that something magical was happening. Hedwig blinked and fixed her intelligent gaze out the window in a pensive pose, contemplating what was happening and half-knowing what was about to take place.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" A soft sigh filled with knowledge, wonder and incredibility. This was the time, this was it. The time she had been waiting and longing for. This was the time she had doubted, yet wished with all her heart that would come.

A rain of snow white feathers fell upon the smallest room in Number 4 Private Drive. As the soft feathers glided down gently and Harry sneezed once, the girl now standing before his bed gasped quietly and prayed that he wouldn't be awakened; a still fast asleep Harry merely scratched his nose and went on dreaming. Hestia sighed in relief and looked around, viewing the world with new eyes her vision had changed in more ways than one. She looked at her hands and feet, she wanted to look at a mirror but knew that Harry didn't have one in his room.

She looked at Harry, inexplicable tears stung her eyes. Her brave Harry, her poor little boy who was not so little anymore; how she had looked after him these years, or tried to as best she could. She looked at the mess of feathers and wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Hestia had to get out of there before Harry woke up. She quietly opened his trunk and looked for his wand. Sincerely hoping that she wouldn't get Harry into trouble she tried to recite an incantation that would clean up the mess of feathers (it wouldn't do any good if Harry thought his owl spontaneously combusted during the night); however, the only sound that came out was a croak. Frantic, Hestia waved the wand again, without trying to say anything hoping the mess would clean itself up anyway; she closed her eyes and waved the wand in the manor she had seen mother do, all those years ago. Squinting she looked at the scene and thanked every deity she could think of that Harry's room was back to normal.

Now for the real dirty business…

A/N Sorry it was another short chapter, they will get longer, eventually. This one would've been longer but I wanted to leave a cliffhanger -.-;;;; as always R&R please