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Harry smiled at the beautiful owl. "Hedwig. I'll cal you hedwig."
The brown-feathered-beast didn't seem to like that, but didn't protest by pecking at him, so he figured it was a win.
Six years later
Hagrid cried as he landed at the weasleys.
"Hagrid?" Molly Weasley asked, followed by the handful of people who had willingly turned decoy for Harry with polyjuice potion.
"... It's..."
Suffice to say, he brought bad news, which didn't even seem to faze the very-normal barn-owl when Hagrid went over to the owl that Harry named Hedwig to 'tell 'im about 'is master'.
Harry woke up in a sweat and stared at the snowy-white owl watching him.
It wasn't Hedwig... but...
The look continued for a moment, then the owl huffed.
"You are definitely Hedwig's kid." Harry grumbled as he got out of bed, wondering about a dream where Hedwig wasn't Hedwig and an owl that wasn't Hedwig was...