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Harry’s brow furrowed at the unexpected sight out on the balcony of the beach house. Instead of just Shadow and Fawkes basking in the sun, they had been joined by a third winged creature—one that he knew very well.
The white feathers flecked with black, the intelligent amber eyes—Hedwig.
How had she made it to Nevarah? The last he knew, she had been back on Earth, settled in on her usual post in the Owlery.
He couldn’t help but smile, though. Apparently, nothing would stop her from finding him, not even being in different realms. She would always find him.
“Since he’s busy explaining how owl post works to a few of the others, I feel like it’s up to me to share how impressed we are that she’s found you,” George commented as he joined Harry outside. He passed over a few strips of chicken that he had been able to sneak out of the kitchen from under Quinn’s nose. “Definitely set a few records in doing so.”
Harry laughed. “She’s always been able to do that,” he agreed, gladly feeding the owl. “She doesn’t like being away from me if she can help it.”
“She’s been a very busy owl already,” George added. “Dropped off some letters she picked up along the way, including one from Hermione, so we know she’s been getting around Nevarah. They’re a little bit singed, though—I think Fawkes accidentally sat on them.”
“Of course he did,” Harry said with a laugh and eagerly held out his hand for the letters. There were two of them. He sighed in relief when he saw that one was indeed from Hermione and it was very clearly her handwriting—he would know it anywhere. That was a good sign—it meant that she was definitely awake.
There was no indication who the other letter was from—at least on the outside. His eyes went straight to the name as he unfolded it and he froze, his breath catching in his throat.
Impossible.