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Fic - Buckbeak's Herd - 1/1
Title: Buckbeak's Herd
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Buckbeak cares for his small herd.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Ship and Captain/Mount and Rider' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
The human smells of dog and rats and sickness, and he coughs in his sleep, shivering on the cold floor of the cave. Humans have no hair. Little insulation of their own.
He talks, during the day. To hear his own call, perhaps, as a chick will chirrup when left in the nest. Big Human often spoke as well: soft and soothing words, and Buckbeak thinks that he understands what Sick Human is doing. Sick Human has a chick in the stone warren over the hill, where Big Human lived. He cannot see his chick, but he can be close. He needs to be close, as denied parents often do.
Buckbeak knows the chick, from Sick Human’s stories. He is the Chick Who Rode, and who untied Buckbeak from the pumpkin patch and gave him to Sick Human to fly. The chick is a good chick. Strong, but small and barely fledged – if humans do fledge; strange creatures that they are – and Sick Human wants to see him fly.
He chirps in understanding when Sick Human speaks, so that Sick Human may hear another’s call, and at night, when Sick Human shivers, he covers him with a wing for warmth. Humans are strange creatures, but this one is all the herd Buckbeak has.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Buckbeak cares for his small herd.
Author's Notes: This was written for the prompt 'Ship and Captain/Mount and Rider' on my GenPrompt Bingo table.
The human smells of dog and rats and sickness, and he coughs in his sleep, shivering on the cold floor of the cave. Humans have no hair. Little insulation of their own.
He talks, during the day. To hear his own call, perhaps, as a chick will chirrup when left in the nest. Big Human often spoke as well: soft and soothing words, and Buckbeak thinks that he understands what Sick Human is doing. Sick Human has a chick in the stone warren over the hill, where Big Human lived. He cannot see his chick, but he can be close. He needs to be close, as denied parents often do.
Buckbeak knows the chick, from Sick Human’s stories. He is the Chick Who Rode, and who untied Buckbeak from the pumpkin patch and gave him to Sick Human to fly. The chick is a good chick. Strong, but small and barely fledged – if humans do fledge; strange creatures that they are – and Sick Human wants to see him fly.
He chirps in understanding when Sick Human speaks, so that Sick Human may hear another’s call, and at night, when Sick Human shivers, he covers him with a wing for warmth. Humans are strange creatures, but this one is all the herd Buckbeak has.