Hedwig's Gone
Harry paced back and forth beneath the snow covered window. His brow was furrowed, his hands were shoved into his pockets and his breath was heavy with frustration. Hermione watched his progress, her eyes moving side to side to as he did. She could hear the soft crunch of Ron snacking on some of the chocolate his mother had sent him.
"Harry, you don't need to worry!" she said softly, as he passed the window for the hundredth time. He looked at her, his eyes wild and Hermione was taken aback.
"She's been gone for days, Hermione. Not minutes, not hours, days! She's never been gone this long without a task, she doesn't just disappear like this," he shook his head as he said this. Hermione sighed.
"Maybe she went to hunt and a storm caught her, maybe she's just staying somewhere to keep safe?" She looked out the window at the almost-blizzard that was raging outside. "It's not exactly a zephyr!" Ron gave her a look, with his thumbs still in him mouth to be licked clean. Hermione sighed again.
"A breeze, Ron." She shook her head, "This is why they should still teach English subjects here."
As Ron thought on Hermione's strange vocabulary, Hermione let out a shocked squeak. The open window to her right was suddenly filled with owls as the swooped in and out of the owlery.
"Harry look!" she yelled as a snowy-white bird flew above them and circled around until she landed swiftly on Harry's shoulder.
"Hedwig!" He exclaimed, his hand moving quickly to her feathers and scratching her in all her favourite places. She hooted softly, pleased with the attention and stuck out her foot, which held a small white envelope. Harry turned back to Ron and Hermione.
"It's from Sirius."
A/N: Written for '10 Characters, 10 Prompts': Hedwig/Zephyr