[For her birthday, Hermione had gotten her cat back. Neville had gotten back that toad - and had lost him. Again. Harry was happy for his friends, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous. It's not like his owl was going to come back. Hedwig was dead. Why would they go to all the effort of bringing a dead owl back to life? He was still bothered by sudden and horrible her death was when he dared to think about it.
Needless to say, he'd gone to bed more gloomily than usual. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by a tapping on the window. He'd grumbled some half-awake, irritated dismissals, but the tapping persisted. Harry got up and lumbered over to the window to see what the fuss was. There was a big white blur hovering outside that promptly lands on his windowsill as soon as the window is open. He rubbed his eyes, trying to work the sleep out while wondering if he was still dreaming. Was there really a snowy owl there?
As soon as he let his hand down, Hedwig nipped his finger. Yes, his owl was there, and she wanted a treat. Hunting in a strange land isn't all that simple, you know? He laughs.]
Alright, alright! I'll see if I can't find you a treat.
[Later in the day, Harry is wandering around the village, following Hedwig as she scopes the place out. He's unusually happy today. Say hello?]