No excuses. No promises. Just an extremely short update.

I'm not dead but I'm sure you'll want me to be. Next chapter, when It gets written, will have the Savior find Harry and finally have the scene I have been dying to write.

Don't know when it will be posted. Hopefully it won't be another year and a half. Feel free to yell at me in the reviews, I deserve it.

Over the last few days, it seemed that the students had begun to believe that Harry had actually abandoned them along with Dumbledore. Most of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were fully convinced that the Boy-Who-Lived had run off but they couldn't figure out why. Slytherin of course was happy about both of the males' disappearance as Umbridge had given them basically full run of the school, which was exacerbated by their absent Head of House. They had also taken to shunning any of their own house if they so much as seemed worried about the Golden Boy or wanted the old headmaster back. This led to them exiling a group of maybe eleven or twelve students spread out amongst the years to the end of the table closest to the door. Draco and Blaise were prominent among them as well as Daphne Greengrass. There was at least one student from every year except sixth, with two first years.

The most turmoil however was in Gryffindor. Being Harry's house it would obviously be a bit more divided on loyalties. Most of them were all for having Dumbledore return to the school because he had been their savior for years. But their opinions on Harry were what drew the lines amongst them. Hermione, Nevielle and the twins lead the side who wanted Harry back, although it wasn't common knowledge that he was being held prisoner by Umbridge. Seamus and Lavender were some of the leaders on the other side, believing that Harry had actually abandoned them as well as everything else that was printed in the Daily Prophet about the Boy-Who-Lived. At the very end of the table closest to the teachers, Ron was exiled along with Ginny and one or two other students who believed that the red-head was in the right.

Ron had gotten worse once receiving his promotion to Leader of the Inquisitorial Squad. His already large ego had grown and used his new found status to project his power onto anyone he could find as a target. He had turned in several students for minor infractions, overselling what they had actually been doing in order to seem like he had done more than just slink through the halls. He felt that this power was what he deserved, that this was everything he could have been for the past few years if he wasn't stuck in the shadow of Harry-Golden-Boy-Potter.

The rest of the students had noticed his abrupt change in attitude, and most attributed it to the meeting he famously had with Umbridge. Ron had been mostly such a staunch supporter of Harry until the Tri-Wizard Tournament. That was the first time his jealousy was revealed. But they never expected this level of snobbery. For a boy who had loudly protested to the world about the uptight prick and spoiled behavior of Draco Malfoy, he was one entitled bastard. Students had taken to avoiding him, making it more difficult for him to catch them in the act of breaking rules.

Ron hoped Harry and Dumbledore never came back. He had never been so powerful in his life, always living in the shadows of others. At first his brothers, then his family's reputation, and then his supposed best friend.

Now he was powerful, and he didn't plan on giving it up. Even if they returned.

Hedwig had been given a special task.

Her boy, her loving hurt little boy who she had watched grow up and get torn down over and over for the past four years, has been missing. As an owl born of magic, she was a familiar through and through, and she could feel that her boy was still in the castle, just somewhere she couldn't go. Nor could she find it.

Hedwig had felt the magic of the castle shift as well. While it wasn't what her magic was used for, Hogwarts' own magic was too powerful for a creature like her to ignore. And it's magic was in pain.

For the owl's part, she could pinpoint when the shift happened. When the disturbing older man who was always interfering with her boy's life had left. When her boy had disappeared.

Once the connection to her wizard had cut off, she had flown through out the entire castle to find him, because she was HERS and she will not lose another hatchling.

A small white fluff flit through her mind, the wide eyes and distorted feathers of a young owl staring at her from it's place on the ground, red soaking into-

No. She would not find another hatchling like that. She would simply not allow it.

But as the Sun rose and set many times, Hedwig was starting to fear she would.

Which was why when her wizard's female companion flagged her down from one of her many searches of the castle grounds, she approached her, giving her a small nip (not drawing blood, her hatchling was fond of this companion, she would not hurt her) and a pleading gaze for good news.

But the girl was not looking like she had good news. The under skin of her eyes were dark, her hair was resembling more of Hedwig's nest than usual.

"Hi Hedwig, sorry I haven't come to check on you yet." The girl ran a hand down the back of her head and between her wings. "But I'm sure you've noticed Harry's been missing."

The owl ruffled her feathers at the mention of her missing wizard. "But we think we know a way to help him. We need you to get this to who we think is the champion of Hogwarts," The girl was asking her a favor. A favor to help her hatchling. "We need you to bring this letter to Professor Dumbledore."

A favor that requires her to find the icky old man.

Hedwig narrowed her eyes at the young girl. That was not someone she wanted to return. Hogwarts didn't want that man to return. But if it would save her boy, her hatchling, then she would find him and bring him back.

Then peck his weirdly twinkling eyes out.

The owl reached her leg out, grabbing the letter from the young girl's hand. "Thank you Hedwig. Be safe!" Taking off, Hedwig couldn't help but glance at the girl who her hatchling desired. Even if he didn't realize it yet. She could see the genuine concern for her boy on her face. Yes, she would make a good mate. Eventually. Once her hatchling is found and safe.

Turning back to her flight, she felt the whisper of magic reach out to her, familiar as the castle called for her attention. She slowed, allowing the magic to catch up to her, to whisper it's own favor into her mind.

Hedwig trilled uneasily at the request, changing her path slightly to adjust to bring the letter to whom Hogwarts' had desired. This man, she didn't have the same dislike as she did the old wizard, but he was never truly nice to her hatchling. But she had seen some of his memories when her hatchling was sleeping, seen the man in his dreams that he never remembered upon waking. For those memories, she was grateful.

It took her until the sun was low to reach her new destination, slightly exhausted from the long journey. She approached the window of the large building which had a flickering light on, hoping she would find who she was after.

Hedwig tapped insistently on the glass pane until it opened, revealing the man with dark clothes and darker hair. She cooed at him and held out the letter, watching as he looked at her in concern which turned to fury as he read whatever was in the letter before turning back to her.

"I will save the boy." With that, he spun sharply on his heal and disappeared with a loud noise. Hedwig stared at the spot for a moment longer before turning back the way she had come. Despite her exhaustion, she would be there when her hatchling was rescued, even if she had to fly until the sun rose again.