A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club September
Showtime: 11 - Hey, Little Songbird - (animal) Owl
Scamander's Case: 14 - (action) flying
Word Count: 457
Hedwig flapped her wings against the bars of her cage to get Harry's attention. It was nearly Harry's seventeenth birthday and she wanted to go out. Harry blinked in the darkness. He walked over to her cage.
"What is with you today, Hedwig? Didn't you just go out last night?" he asked remembering the half eaten rat she'd brought him. She flapped her wings again and pecked at his hand.
"Is it just me or are you being extra need today?" he asked finally opening the cage and letting her out. She hopped around on the desk for a moment to see if Harry needed any letters sent. Once she determined he didn't, she took off out the open window. The air was heavy tonight and smelled like rain. She still hadn't found Harry the perfect birthday gift. He hadn't liked the rat or the squirrel or the pair of rabbit's feet. That one had confused her the most. She had seen humans with rabbits' feet. She thought they were lucky or something. Harry didn't seem to like any of her furry little presents. Tonight, she would find something else, something better. She grabbed herself a quick snack of a vole that tried to escape her eye. She debated for a brief moment if Harry would like a vole. She decided against it. The air seemed to move and she turned her attention back to the house. There were shadows moving in the windows. She almost turned around to fly back, but didn't. She would find Harry's present and then return home. She spotted something shiny on the ground. Normally shiny things were only for the ravens, but Hedwig wondered if Harry might like to have something shiny? She swooped down and grabbed it in her talons. She brought it to eye level. It was merely a length of golden chain, like the kind humans wore around their necks. There was nothing else to it, but it might work. She turned back to the house and saw the air full of people on brooms, and a large, loud object with wheels. She screeched loudly as she started to follow. Harry was up there somewhere. Suddenly the air was filled with light as spells shot through the sky. Hedwig held onto the necklace piece and knew she needed to get herself to safety. She thought of the one place where they would know who she was and to whom she belonged. She circled around the mid air fight and landed an hour or so later on the windowsill of the kitchen of the Burrow. She tapped on the glass and Mrs. Weasley let her in with a smile.
"Harry will be here shortly, I hope. Have a scone?"