Part Three:

Harry happily chased the other visiting children as his parents and Auror Dawlish and Evelina kept a watchful eye on him. He laughed and giggled as they were playing tag and he was IT.

The suns shone happily as dozens of families and couples picnicked on spread blankets and vendors hawked foodstuffs from a variety of cultures. There was to be a firework show later but not for a few hours.

Harry suddenly froze, raising his eyes to the sky and then shielding them from the light. A shrill cry sounded and an owl circled above him before diving and landing on his shoulder.

"Well, hello there," Harry greeted, looking at the bird. It was snowy white with brown speckles across its wings signifying that she was actually a female. Dutifully she stuck out her leg to reveal a letter was attached to it.

"For me?"

The owl nodded.

"Alright then." he quickly undid the twine and unfurled the post, reading;

"Harry,

This owl is your familiar. Her name is Hedwig.

R.S

PS It's all very Timey Wimey Wibbly-Wobbly."

"R.S?" Harry muttered. His family had joined him.

"Dad, do we know an R.S?" Harry asked, handing the note to his father.

The Doctor and Rose read it over, eyes meeting as they were pulled back to a Library, 'Just…just a friend son, a good friend." His voice full of emotion.

"Can we trust this person though?" Auror Dawlish asked, in full bodyguard mode now.

"Yes," Rose nodded, "yes I should think so."

"You think so?"

"Like the note says, timey-wimey." She shrugged, kneeling and looked at the owl, "So this's Hedwig then…Well, she'll be a good post owl."

"You mean I can keep her?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Yes, every wizard needs an owl." Rose stood up, "C'mon, we still have time to get her settled in the TARDIS before the show starts."

"C'mon Hedwig!" Harry ran ahead, his owl taking flight and following after, "We've an aviary!"

"I'm on him." Auror Dawlish sighed, hurrying after his charge with Evelina following after him.

"Hagrid didn't buy him Hedwig…" Rose murmured, looking up at the Doctor, "Does that mean…?"

"We can't be sure, not yet, not so soon; but, god, I hope so…" he replied, taking her into his arms, "I really do hope so."

Harry's fated destiny hung heavily on them but maybe Fate would be kind.

They could only pray so.

The End