MetaFic

moshpit's review of BoD made me write about an image I found amusing, but it never fit into Bringer of Death.
To be more precise, it was his reference to Pink Floyd.

Learning To Fly

He was different. She could tell. He never behaved in the way she expected him to. She was used to that, same as she was used to the fact that he found strange things more appetizing than rodents. This was unusual, of course, but acceptable.

However, there was something about him that bothered her more and more with each passing day. He had been a big hatchling when she accepted him, but at that time, she had decided that he was still too young to try it. Now, she was worried that he would never be able to do it.

That was not right. If he did not try it on his own soon enough, she would teach him.

The arrival of a group of children onto the ground below her interrupted her contemplation. He was amongst them, too. She decided to watch him for an indication that he might try it now.

There were not any. Instead, like with the rest of the children, an unnaturally straight branch occupied his concentration.

After a few moments, she was surprised to see the blonde one doing it. It unnerved her that someone for whom she felt a strong dislike could do it before him.

But wait! That was just it. That action made him try it, too. He did quite well, in fact. Then the small ball went flying, and he went after it and he caught it, almost off the ground.

Hedwig hooted proudly. Her hatchling was growing up. Any silly bird or blonde could fly, but he could dive, too. Just like a proper owl.