AN: I do not own Harry Potter.

Sorry for the late chapter. I got sick.

On The Memory Of Owls

Umbridge grumbled as she went to the owlery to send off a letter to Fudge. It didn't matter that she had blocked more owls getting in, never mind that the same ward blocked the owls from leaving unless from specific people, the owls had somehow spread the word about her passenger. Even as she peaked into the doorway, flights of owls perked up and looked at her.

She shivered. It looked freaky. Not to mention her passenger had a deathly fear of them as well. From what, she didn't know, but it seemed the owls remembered. Right now, she hated the minor emotional feed back that each person in this body sharing experience got.

She had to brace her feet to take a deep breath before she could even reach for her owl!

Get a hold of yourself, she scolded her passenger, because all I'm going to do is put my letter on my owl and let her out the right window and then we're going to leave.

A vague sense of urgent hurry came back from her after a quick sense of anger.

He sent her a lot of anger through the feed back loop, not that it mattered any. She didn't see how she was acting any differently anyway. He could send her as much anger through that and it wouldn't budge her really.

The owls waited. They let the scared female frog woman think she was safe, letting her tie a letter to the leg of her owl and let him free. They could sense that thing for some reason.

Then, she turned around to leave.

The owls tensed, for there on the back of her head was that thing! That dark thing that they've been trying to kill for months was in the room with them. They had to kill it. This was the third time since gaining that black thing that the pudgy pink lady had mailed something. Each time they had failed from over zealousness. Not today. Today they waited for her to start leaving.

They launched at her, trying to get at the thing, only she had protected it with bunches of cloth. Their claws still got through though.

So distracted was she, she forgot the door, meaning all the owls in the castle could now follow her. Two voices screamed as she ran as fast as she could to her office.

Unfortunately, the owls couldn't cross her office's wards.

Fortunately, they bounced off and performed ariel maneuvers to keep an eye on that doorway.

Unfortunately, nobody speaks owl, except the fair folk, and since those folk were seen as strange or "loony" as one girl was called, nobody really believed them.

Fortunately, Neville Longbottom was walking with Luna Lovegood as she came across the parliament of owls, and had a general belief that her creatures really did exist, just not to the mortal eye. Believing his girlfriend spoke owl wasn't a big stretch.

Unfortunately, a teacher came across them next.

Fortunately, that teacher was Filius Flitwick, a half-goblin, which meant that uncanny abilities such as owl-speak or rock-speak wasn't unbelievable and trusted his student to translate.

Unfortunately, Flitwick believed in showing strength of arm to subdue an enemy and had somewhat ignored his student who didn't because of that.

Fortunately, Neville had on hand a way to contact Harry.

Unfortunately, Harry didn't have power over the school.

Fortunately, Harry could normally calm Hedwig down.

Unfortunately, Hedwig was one owl. There was a parliament.

Fortunately, Harry had defeated his enemy more than once, so the charms professor would listen to him.

Fortunately, Flilius Flitwick could use said charms to get the owls back to the owlery if Luna couldn't get them to listen to her.

Also fortunately, that is how it worked out.

"What were they upset about?" asked the professor. He was looking at Luna with new eyes. Someone willing to go up to a whole parliament of angry owls wasn't a pushover.

"They were trying to kill the black wisp thing that attached itself to the back of the professor's head," answered Luna, not caring about the professor's change of attitude.

"Black wisp thing?" asked the professor confused.

"It had been possessing animals, and once the animals died, would go and possess another. The owls wanted their prey completely dead, not just partially dead."

"I understand the sentiment," muttered the champion dueler.

"Black wisp thing?" meanwhile Harry was talking to himself. "Wait a minute! That's Voldemort without a body."

"Voldemort?"

"First year, he was on Quirrel," he stated.