A bird rests on a wooden fence, staring at the castle, seen in the far distance. Children’s laughter came from inside, ringing in the cold morning air. But no matter how far away, the bird could clearly hear them. It could hear the joy, the excitement.
But it couldn’t hear what it looked for. For it had lost this voice, the deep calmness of that sound.
Snow was falling but it didn’t matter. It was really cold, but it didn’t matter. Years had passed since that awful mess the magical school had become, since the war had begun and ended. But it didn’t matter.
Because he wasn’t there. Then where was he? Was the bird no longer able to find him?
Another bird flew by, then a second one, then a third. It was that time of the morning. And the bird suddenly could feel its wings again. It could feel its heart race. Because he could be there. He had to.
Stretching out its wings, the bird flew in the air, headed to the castle. It had no mail to deliver, but this was its chance to go inside. It was the time to look for him again.
Reaching the large building, it flew in the large hall and reached the very end of it, taking a few spins over the long table. But he wasn’t there. Another man sat in his place in the far left corner. But it wasn’t him.
Students fell silent, watching as the white owl swirled over the teachers’ table, taking its time to observe the place with its large, amber eyes. It did not carry a letter, and everyone knew that. For it was only looking for its master. In a few moments the bird was gone, but few in the hall felt like talking.
"What is that owl doing, it’s been coming every morning."
The Fryffindor Prefect turned to the girl, a first year student, and smiled bitterly.
"Some years ago there was a man that was a headmaster here. Briefly. But he was a great man. He used to be a Potions teacher as well. His name was Severus Snape. He died during the war… They say this is his owl. Poor bird. It is still looking for its master…"
Reaching the wooden fence, the white owl landed swiftly, turning its eyes back to the castle. Snow fell down, coldness overwhelmed the bird. But it wouldn’t give up. Because its master deserved loyalty. He was the greatest man the owl had ever met. It would always wait there, until it met him again.
A tribute to Severus Snape.