Adventures of Hedwig by AnimeFanatic

Rating: G
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 17/08/2003
Last Updated: 17/08/2003
Status: Paused

Follow the quest through poor Hedwig's eyes as he tries to help love succeed in many lives.
However, through Hedwig's eyes, does H/H stand for Harry and Hermione or Harry and Hedwig
*amatueric evil grin*




1. Valentines Day
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Owl’s Eye

Disclaimer: Gee, I so wish I didn’t have to do this. If I didn’t that would mean I am the
supreme ruler of the Harry Potter series and J.K. Rowling would be just another person… Well, I am
not the creator Harry Potter, but thanks for thinking I am ^_^.

Description: Harry’s life with woman from Hedwig’s POV.

~On with the show~

My name is Hedwig, and I am one unhappy owl today. Today is what humans call, “Valentines Day”.
To me, it is “Every-Teenage-Girl-Alive-Give-Me-Work-To-Do Day”. I looked around me; there have been
few owls that were unlucky enough to carry the same burden as I did.

Fortunately for my fellow owls and I, it was a crisp sunny day for this time of year. A time
where the humans call, “Winter”. The thermals from the forest made carrying the mail a less tedious
job, and there was hardly any rough wind to blow me off course. As the wind picked up, I felt a
huge urge to drop some of the messy written letters to ease my flight, but my master wouldn’t be
too happy with that.

No, we are not like house elves. We don’t feel the need to punish ourselves whenever we have
done wrong. We take pride in what we do, without us; humans would have no other way of contact. If
they did… why would they need us to do their work? Oh no, better not give off ideas…

As I neared the castle, I made sure I was not blocked from view of the opening. I have seen the
owls that have accidentally steered off by a few degrees… not pretty. As I looked around, I saw
Harry. Did my heart just skip a beat?

I shook my mind off my thoughts. Missions first, feelings are not a priority. I adjusted my tail
feathers to steer off to my master.

“What a beautiful owl, Harry!” One of the female students of the Gryffindor table squealed as I
landed on my master’s right shoulder. I didn’t really care what she said. Beauty doesn’t win
everything.

My master handed me some bacon, which I graciously accepted. “Did you have a good flight
Hedwig?” My master asked with concern. It was then I felt proud to be the owl of Harry Potter… even
if fans constantly use me to send their fan mails. I gave a cheery hoot, glad to finally have to
wretched day over with, and gave him a soft nibble on the ear.

As I took off, I noticed something was out of place. The nice curly haired human was missing.
This was odd, she was usually right next to my master. On my way back to the Owlrey, I chose to
take a visit to that girl. Maybe I could get an extra treat… I mean give her some company.

I took a look into her window; it was closed so I didn’t dare to just fly in. I am not going to
perform an “Errol”. I pecked at the window just to make sure I got her attention. “Hedwig! What are
you doing here? Did Harry send me a letter?” I could tell here was some hint of hope in her voice,
although what for, that is beyond even Owl’s standards.

She was still in her night clothing, something humans call, “Pajamas”. Her eyes were white a
puffy and water was freely leaking from her face, although less so now. She must have been going
through “Crying”. That is what her friend said she was doing. From what I have put together,
“Crying”, is a shameful thing to do.

She got up from her bed she where was “Crying” to open the window and let me in. When she
noticed I carried nothing, she gave another sob. She got back onto her bed and took refuge in her
comforter. I flew beside her to let her pet me. I now know she really could use some company. With
more observation, “Crying” is also the phase where humans are saddened.

She muttered, “I hate this dreadful day…” and started trailing off. I am not sure if humans and
Owls have same thoughts, but of sudden, I felt a great connection to my master’s friend. I gave a
soft hoot and nibbled her index finger. She then did an expression humans call “Smiling”. Owls
don’t have mouths, we have beaks, therefore we don’t “Smile”, but I am sure it happens when humans
feel joy.

I flew off her bed and onto the floor. I then did something no sane Owl would do… That’s right,
I danced… Oh that was embarrassing, but to help a friend, I would do almost anything. If she is my
master’s friend, she is my friend. As I did a twirl, she gave a “giggle”. This meant she was either
feeling extreme joy or felt something was rather… humorous. Okay, Owls aren’t the best dancers, but
I felt some pride in what I did. I faced her and gave her an angry hoot, I was just trying to help,
no need to insult me!

Her eyes were still stained from the liquid that once flowed onto her cheeks, but it was dry.
She picked me up and began to stroke my feathers. It was a pleasurable feel…. Okay this is private…
She continued to stroke my feathers, “Thank you for coming here Hedwig, I really needed the
company… I am sure you are wondering why I am crying… Oh! Did you send my letter to Harry?” I gave
a reassuring hoot. She did a human kiss on the top of my head. I had seen humans kissing in the
Owlrey, although the other humans did it while shedding their clothing.

The friend took a look outside her window and gave a deep sigh. Out of curiosity, I took a look
outside as well. Standing beside the lake was my master and many females following him. I gave a
hoot of disgust, how dare they degrade themselves in front of my master, have they no shame!

After a while, my Master pulled out a silvery water-like cloth and pulled it over himself. I do
not know what he hoped to achieve from doing this, but the human females stopped searching for
him.

Well, now that the action is over, I cannot remember why I was here. Curse Owl’s short-term
memory! I gave my master’s friend a soft nibble on her index finger and took off to the Owlrey.

Okay, I have decided! I shall now put myself in a mission to make my master and his Hermione
better mates! No matter what odds, I shall finish my quest, because I am an owl, an owl on a
mission… oh, my tummy just growled, better hurry to the Owlrey.

Just as I enter the Owlrey, I see Harry waiting for me! My mission can wait, now is the time I
can sit happily with Harry hooting together! By the way, did I mention? Harry is the name of an owl
that I’ve met in the Owlrey!

~ ~ ~ Well, I hope you liked this cause this may be the only chapter, the adventures of Hedwig
can’t go on without a beta reader; which I always have difficulty finding ;_; ~ ~ ~



