Owls
We're all about owls this week on hp100. I posted "September" and "Time and Three Quarters" about the poor owls who had to deliver Harry's first year letters. I was also reminded of a bunny I encountered back in May. An online friend has an owl that occasionally visits her house and someone joked that she would be visited by aging glam boy in sparkly pants. And I countered "Either that or some kid is about to get a really interesting letter". And then I remembered that damn song. Since it's a crossover, I won't post it to hp100. And it's too long anyway.
A snowy owl perched on the top branch of an old oak tree, remaining completely still, so his presence would be unnoticed. If he was lucky, he could swoop in when the parents were too occupied with dinner. Then his large eyes blinked, surprised to see so much activity in the little house in Godric's Hollow. He hadn't seen this much since the baby's birth. Clearly something had changed.
Stretching out his senses, the owl felt the imminent danger descending on the young family. The darkness came from a power that could even rival his own someday.
Through the window, the owl watched the parents move swiftly around the house. He felt the magic shifting as additional protection charms and enchantments cloaked the house. But he wasn't interested in the fate of the parents tonight. He had waited for this moment since that impudent girl took her brother back. His prize sat up unconcerned in his crib, his little eyes dancing at the lights made by his parents' wands.
It would be so easy... just swoop in and steal young Harry from his unsuspecting parents. After all, their charms were meant to block Lord Voldemort, not Jareth, the Goblin King.
A snowy owl perched on the top branch of an old oak tree, remaining completely still, so his presence would be unnoticed. If he was lucky, he could swoop in when the parents were too occupied with dinner. Then his large eyes blinked, surprised to see so much activity in the little house in Godric's Hollow. He hadn't seen this much since the baby's birth. Clearly something had changed.
Stretching out his senses, the owl felt the imminent danger descending on the young family. The darkness came from a power that could even rival his own someday.
Through the window, the owl watched the parents move swiftly around the house. He felt the magic shifting as additional protection charms and enchantments cloaked the house. But he wasn't interested in the fate of the parents tonight. He had waited for this moment since that impudent girl took her brother back. His prize sat up unconcerned in his crib, his little eyes dancing at the lights made by his parents' wands.
It would be so easy... just swoop in and steal young Harry from his unsuspecting parents. After all, their charms were meant to block Lord Voldemort, not Jareth, the Goblin King.