Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I pretend to own the characters and story elements J.K Rowling was kind enough to share with us. This story is meant to honor and explore the world she created through the eyes of one of her more lovable but easily looked over characters: Hedwig.
Hedwig was one of those creatures in J.K. Rowling's world of Harry Potter that I instantly feel in love with - what can I say, I am a sucker for animals. But, seeing as the books are not called Hedwig and the Deathly Hollows, we never really got to see too much from her. This is why I have come up with my own re-imagining, if I may call it that, of Rowling's epic of Harry Potter through the sweet and innocent beady eyes of his lovable snowy owl. Of course, we all know how her story will end, but the journey to get there...now that is something yet to be discovered!
So now, ladies and gentlemen, owls and owlets, I bring you the epic story of Hedwig and other owls from the Harry Potter universe we have come to love...along with a few more and plenty of surprises to go around!
This is my first canon Harry Potter fic, well my first Harry Potter fic in general, so I hope you all enjoy and comments, critiques, suggestions, love...anything is always appreciated! Year 1: Hedwig and the Origin of Species ■□Prologue
■□Chapter 1 【 Two Strings】
■□Chapter 2 【Platform 9 ¾】
■□Chapter 3 【A Phoenix Gaze】
■□Chapter 4 【Hedwig's Coeur】
■□Chapter 5【Slobber and Quidditch】
■□Chapter 6【Troll in the Forest】
■□Chapter 7 【Follow the Leader】
■□Chapter 8 【Handpicked Destiny】
■□Chapter 9 【Unexpected Results】
■□Chapter 10 【Flying Lessons】
■□...more coming soon... 
■□Prologue
Pitch black. At least, that is what the world was to her when she first opened her eyes. Not knowing any better, after all, this was her first time opening her baby eyes, she began stretching her tiny wings out when she found that she could hardly move at all.
How odd! The world certainly is a very small place if this is all there is to it. Deciding to stretch her neck a bit to look around, she shifted her position only to find that her head instead smacked into something hard.
Ow… Feeling a new sensation the color of red, she used her pointy and sharp beak to wack at the darkness. A soft echo filled the space.
Hey! There is something else out there! She could hear voices, however faint, and one of the voices sounded very pleasant and sweet like a soft caramel. Wacking against the darkness even harder now, small cracks formed and something warm and burning white began seeping in. deciding that she rather liked this new surprise, she began wacking at the darkness even faster and faster until she felt her once small world shatter into something infinite and bathed in brightness.
“Well, what do you think Fawkes,” said the man with the caramel voice. “Do you have any new hatchlings to consider?”
Now able to flap her wings a bit, she blinked her small round eyes and for the first time saw color. Standing before her sat a very regal crimson bird that sparkled like golden fire in the light. Curious, she hopped forward towards the stranger chirping along the way. The great bird then turned to the old grey wizard, nodded its head and chirped, no, sung softly.
“Merlin’s Beard, she is certainly adorable,” the man nodded in agreement.
This guy can talk to birds? “Yes, she will most certainly do.”
Suddenlt, she felt her tiny and frail body being lifted by gently hands that quickly wrapped her in a fluffy pink blanket.
Is this was a cloud feels like? She was then gently set down in a cage on a chair. She could hear the soft chirping coming from the tall flat surface she had just been on herself, but the old wizard and his mystical bird paid no attention to them.
“Always a pleasure, Mr. Dumbledore,” said a plump woman with a voice and pair of cheeks that jiggled like pudding.
“And thank you for always doing a superb job with the laying and hatching of the owlets,” the man called Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his blue eyes. He then turned his attention to her as she continued to hop and chirp in her new warm and downy space. “You, little one, have a very important job to do.”
Before she could register his word, let alone the meaning, the ruby bird burst into flames causing her and everyone else in the room to panic. Everyone that is, except for the man referred to as Dumbledore.
“Sorry you had to see him on a burning day,” the bearded man chuckled as he leaned over the pile of ash that had just been his bird. “He had been looking dreadful for weeks but he still insisted that I take him here today.” A small red head emerged from the ashes and chirped. “Aw, come now Fawkes. We still have things to attend to at Hogwarts. I’ll have Hagrid come pick her up in a bit.”
With that, he vanished with his baby bird in hand leaving her, a newborn owlet, wondering just what sort of world she had been born into.