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sweetpinkpixie · 12-17-2010, 02:29 PM

Droo >> Thank you *snuggles* I will try my best to stay motivated with this one

the days I am at work and have nothing to do for 8 hours may not be such a bad thing...

LilyLunaGinnyPotter>> Thanks

I had been toying with the idea for a Hedwig centric story for some time, but I just never found the creativity to get the ball rolling. I mean...who doesn't love owls! (I still have yet to see Legend of the Guardians though *pouts*)

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Year 1: Hedwig and the Origin of Species
■□Chapter 1: Two Strings

“Exactly five years to this day I saw a bird go up in flames right before my eyes!” the snowy owl said with a dreamy look in her large yellow eyes. “Just think, today could be the day!”

“Hedwig,” chirped a brown barn owl in the next cage over. “You have been saying that for the past four years…I don’t think the shopkeeper is ever going to sell you the way things are going.”

“What do you know?” Hedwig hissed snapping her beak and clawing at her cage with her talons. “Today is for sure the day that a handsome wizard will come along and decide that they want me for their owl. It was only last week that this fellow came in and bought his sixth owl from here,” she said pointing one of her white wings to a moving newspaper clipping of Witch Weekly featuring their most dazzling smile award winner.

“You’re delusional if you think Mr. Perfect Smile is going to be your owner,” the other owl chuckled burying their face in their wings.

Not pleased with this owl’s lack of pure beliefs, Hedwig began climbing the wires of her cage until she was hanging upside down by her talons. It was no where near as thrilling as flying, but seeing as the shop was now in business, there was no way the shopkeeper was going to let her stretch her wings. There was soft jingle from the bell on the door as a customer entered the shop and Hedwig eagerly turned her head around 180 degrees so she could see her destiny calling. Immediately, she wished her destiny had been away and someone took a message. Obviously, this person was not coming into the shop for an owl of her caliber. This one would be better off with one of the goofy looking cross-eyed ones in the corner.

“’Ello there, Tom,” said that monsterous fuzzy being in a rough voice. “Dumbledore sent me for, well, for that there owl.”

Woah! Where did he think he was pointing that giant sausage finger of his at? Hedwig squinted her eyes at the man and turned her body so it was facing forward as well. She chirped loudly in disapproval.

“Aw, she looks ‘appy to see me,” the fuzzy man bellowed taking a few steps towards her and causing the shop to shake a bit. “Don’t suppose you remember me now, do you?”

Ew, now he was leaning in towards her and speaking directly to her? He was so not the guy from the newspaper clipping. This had to be joke…there was no way that this giant fuzzy man was taking her home with him. Hedwig closed her eyes and decided to ignore him. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Gosh, Hagrid,” said Hedwig’s now least favorite shopkeeper. “Is it true? I’ve had customers coming in her all morning talking about it. Has Harry Potter really come to Diagon Alley?” Not even Hedwig could ignore the tone of excitement in Tom’s voice and she slowly opened her eyes.

“Harry Potter?” she chirped at the annoying owl next to her. “Who is that?”

“Hedwig, you really need to start paying more attention to what witches and wizards are saying instead of playing in your cage like you are an owlet. Also, stop looking at pictures of dumb looking wizards…that Lockhart guy seems fishy to me anyway.” Hedwig hissed at those last comments. “Harry Potter is the only survivor of the killing curse. As an infant he defeated….you-know-who. You-know-who killed the boy’s parents with the killing curse, but when he tried to do the same to the Potter boy, it didn’t work and it defeated you-know-who instead! He’s the boy who lived!”

Hedwig flapped her wings a few times to show her interest. What exactly this had to do with her was beyond her understanding, but it was an interesting story and this Harry Potter guy seemed like someone she ought to meet. Turning her attention now back to the large furry man, Hedwig continued to listen to the two’s conversation.

“You bet ‘em rumors are true,” Hagrid smiled handing over some wizarding money to Tom. “Scar is as clear as daylight it is. Poor fella,…losing his parents the way he did. Not to mention those muggles ‘ho been raisin’ ‘im.”

Tom looked overwhelmed with delight. “Well, then this is a real honor,” he beamed grabbing Hedwig’s cage rather roughly off the rack and tossing it to Hagrid. Ew, this man smelled of old butterbeer. Hedwig had smelled this scent often when the dunk witches and wizards came stumbling into the stop around closing time to pester Tom before they headed home for the night. Hedwig hardly had time to chrip farewell to the other owls before she was whisked out of the shop and into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. Aw…what she wouldn’t give to be able to stretch her wings and perhaps fly far far away from fuzzy man. Hagrid, who was in a hurry getting back to Ollivanders to show Harry his new owl, wasn’t as careful handling Hedwig and her cage as he should have been. First, he sent the cage crashing into an elderly witch who found herself tumbling down the cobbled street afterwards. Then he knocked down a small stand selling various Quidditch goods to support your favorite team. There was also the unfortunate encounter with a young witch holding a tray of cold drink. Hedwig felt her head spinning in circle and it wasn’t until Hagrid spoke again that she regained her bearings.

“There you are,” Hagrid smiled holding up Hedwig in her cage. “’Appy Birthday ‘Arry!” She chirped slightly in distress at being raised so high in the air not of her own accord, but then she saw him and time seemed to stop.

Surprised at first at how young he was, she had been expecting a grown wizard, Hedwig was a little disappointed that she was a little boy’s birthday gift. Her, a beautiful snowy owl and a kid with glasses and clothing clearly a few sizes too big for his small frame. The other owls would be rolling around in their cages with laughter if they saw her now. Then, Hedwig’s golden eyes met with Harry’s green ones and she felt a gentle pull from her chest that extended all the way to the tips of her wings.

“Hagrid, she’s brilliant,” Harry said grinning from ear to ear. He then took a few hurried steps forward and rested his hands on her cage. Hedwig could see the scar on the young boy’s forehead now. A constant reminder for what had happened and that he was now branded by he-who-must-not-be-named. “I’ll call her Hedwig.”

Her golden eyes grew wide and she chirped out of pure reflex. How did this boy know her name?

“You sure, ‘Arry? She looks more like a Snowy to me.”

Hedwig reached out with her beak and nipped sharply at Hagridd’s fingers. “Ow!”

“No,” Harry laughed as he opened the cage and slowly reached his hand in. “Hedwig. That’s her name.”

Hedwig allowed the young boy to touch her feathers and the moment his flesh did, she was transported back to those first moments when she had felt sunlight for the first time. Not understanding the warmth that now coursed through her body, Hedwig gently nibbled on Harry’s sleeve.

Two strings of fate, one belonging to a snowy owl and the other to a boy wizard, had been intertwined. It was a connection that would forever change the wizarding world.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,904 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	Year 1: Hedwig and the Origin of Species - Chapter 1 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Droo >> Thank you snuggles I will try my best to stay motivated with this one the days I am at work and have nothing to do for 8 hours may not be such a bad thing... LilyLunaGinnyPotter>> Thanks I had been toying with the idea for a Hedwig centric story for some time, but I just never found the creativity to get the ball rolling. I mean...who doesn't love owls! (I still have yet to see Legend of the Guardians though pouts) **★―――――★―――――★―――――★―――――★ Year 1: Hedwig and the Origin of Species ■□Chapter 1: Two Strings** “Exactly five years to this day I saw a bird go up in flames right before my eyes!” the snowy owl said with a dreamy look in her large yellow eyes. “Just think, today could be the day!” “Hedwig,” chirped a brown barn owl in the next cage over. “You have been saying that for the past four years…I don’t think the shopkeeper is ever going to sell you the way things are going.” “What do you know?” Hedwig hissed snapping her beak and clawing at her cage with her talons. “Today is for sure the day that a handsome wizard will come along and decide that they want me for their owl. It was only last week that this fellow came in and bought his sixth owl from here,” she said pointing one of her white wings to a moving newspaper clipping of Witch Weekly featuring their most dazzling smile award winner. “You’re delusional if you think Mr. Perfect Smile is going to be your owner,” the other owl chuckled burying their face in their wings. Not pleased with this owl’s lack of pure beliefs, Hedwig began climbing the wires of her cage until she was hanging upside down by her talons. It was no where near as thrilling as flying, but seeing as the shop was now in business, there was no way the shopkeeper was going to let her stretch her wings. There was soft jingle from the bell on the door as a customer entered the shop and Hedwig eagerly turned her head around 180 degrees so she could see her destiny calling. Immediately, she wished her destiny had been away and someone took a message. Obviously, this person was not coming into the shop for an owl of her caliber. This one would be better off with one of the goofy looking cross-eyed ones in the corner. “’Ello there, Tom,” said that monsterous fuzzy being in a rough voice. “Dumbledore sent me for, well, for that there owl.” Woah! Where did he think he was pointing that giant sausage finger of his at? Hedwig squinted her eyes at the man and turned her body so it was facing forward as well. She chirped loudly in disapproval. “Aw, she looks ‘appy to see me,” the fuzzy man bellowed taking a few steps towards her and causing the shop to shake a bit. “Don’t suppose you remember me now, do you?” Ew, now he was leaning in towards her and speaking directly to her? He was so not the guy from the newspaper clipping. This had to be joke…there was no way that this giant fuzzy man was taking her home with him. Hedwig closed her eyes and decided to ignore him. Out of sight, out of mind. “Gosh, Hagrid,” said Hedwig’s now least favorite shopkeeper. “Is it true? I’ve had customers coming in her all morning talking about it. Has Harry Potter really come to Diagon Alley?” Not even Hedwig could ignore the tone of excitement in Tom’s voice and she slowly opened her eyes. “Harry Potter?” she chirped at the annoying owl next to her. “Who is that?” “Hedwig, you really need to start paying more attention to what witches and wizards are saying instead of playing in your cage like you are an owlet. Also, stop looking at pictures of dumb looking wizards…that Lockhart guy seems fishy to me anyway.” Hedwig hissed at those last comments. “Harry Potter is the only survivor of the killing curse. As an infant he defeated….you-know-who. You-know-who killed the boy’s parents with the killing curse, but when he tried to do the same to the Potter boy, it didn’t work and it defeated you-know-who instead! He’s the boy who lived!” Hedwig flapped her wings a few times to show her interest. What exactly this had to do with her was beyond her understanding, but it was an interesting story and this Harry Potter guy seemed like someone she ought to meet. Turning her attention now back to the large furry man, Hedwig continued to listen to the two’s conversation. “You bet ‘em rumors are true,” Hagrid smiled handing over some wizarding money to Tom. “Scar is as clear as daylight it is. Poor fella,…losing his parents the way he did. Not to mention those muggles ‘ho been raisin’ ‘im.” Tom looked overwhelmed with delight. “Well, then this is a real honor,” he beamed grabbing Hedwig’s cage rather roughly off the rack and tossing it to Hagrid. Ew, this man smelled of old butterbeer. Hedwig had smelled this scent often when the dunk witches and wizards came stumbling into the stop around closing time to pester Tom before they headed home for the night. Hedwig hardly had time to chrip farewell to the other owls before she was whisked out of the shop and into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. Aw…what she wouldn’t give to be able to stretch her wings and perhaps fly far far away from fuzzy man. Hagrid, who was in a hurry getting back to Ollivanders to show Harry his new owl, wasn’t as careful handling Hedwig and her cage as he should have been. First, he sent the cage crashing into an elderly witch who found herself tumbling down the cobbled street afterwards. Then he knocked down a small stand selling various Quidditch goods to support your favorite team. There was also the unfortunate encounter with a young witch holding a tray of cold drink. Hedwig felt her head spinning in circle and it wasn’t until Hagrid spoke again that she regained her bearings. “There you are,” Hagrid smiled holding up Hedwig in her cage. “’Appy Birthday ‘Arry!” She chirped slightly in distress at being raised so high in the air not of her own accord, but then she saw him and time seemed to stop. Surprised at first at how young he was, she had been expecting a grown wizard, Hedwig was a little disappointed that she was a little boy’s birthday gift. Her, a beautiful snowy owl and a kid with glasses and clothing clearly a few sizes too big for his small frame. The other owls would be rolling around in their cages with laughter if they saw her now. Then, Hedwig’s golden eyes met with Harry’s green ones and she felt a gentle pull from her chest that extended all the way to the tips of her wings. “Hagrid, she’s brilliant,” Harry said grinning from ear to ear. He then took a few hurried steps forward and rested his hands on her cage. Hedwig could see the scar on the young boy’s forehead now. A constant reminder for what had happened and that he was now branded by he-who-must-not-be-named. “I’ll call her Hedwig.” Her golden eyes grew wide and she chirped out of pure reflex. How did this boy know her name? “You sure, ‘Arry? She looks more like a Snowy to me.” Hedwig reached out with her beak and nipped sharply at Hagridd’s fingers. “Ow!” “No,” Harry laughed as he opened the cage and slowly reached his hand in. “Hedwig. That’s her name.” Hedwig allowed the young boy to touch her feathers and the moment his flesh did, she was transported back to those first moments when she had felt sunlight for the first time. Not understanding the warmth that now coursed through her body, Hedwig gently nibbled on Harry’s sleeve. Two strings of fate, one belonging to a snowy owl and the other to a boy wizard, had been intertwined. It was a connection that would forever change the wizarding world. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes Last edited by sweetpinkpixie; 12-17-2010 at 03:03 PM.