If I could save time in a bottle

Finally, now that the ever-present threat of Dark Lord looming over our neck and head was dealt with, we had a moment to recollect ourselves.

Despite my badass parents, and overwhelming victory over the Dark Forces, we were tired, drawn out, and utterly and unequivocally exhausted.

Be it my parents, who had to work so hard, at my expense, the Order members, who suffered a few serious injuries and casualties, or Dumbledore and the Professors, who had to work on a lot of fallouts, after nearly all the dark wizards and witches who gave up, were members of Wizengamot, with Power and prestige.

That they were seen fighting and siding with Voldemort, and had Dark Mark, which was now widely known to be a mark gained by offering your services voluntarily, and by committing a grave crime, made sure that all were detained and imprisoned to be tried separately.

To move the gears swiftly, I even told my parents, that we had to take a little rest, and apparate to the Mansion, where Voldemort was consolidating his people, and find if he made another Horcrux or something sinister.

They agreed, and we his from the people, went to a quiet place in the woods, turned back time to about ten hours, and set up a tent, and slept the night off.

We then awoke, when Dumbledore apparated and, immediately apparated to tbe vicinity of the manor. We had timed our response time, and with our sharp minds, we could estimate the time taken for Dumbledore to apparate, Horcruxes to be destroyed, and Dark Lord and his army arriving.

We saw the wards were being brought up, and immediately apparated inside the mansion grounds.

We saw the mansion smelled, as if people were herded like cattles, and there was a pungent smell of sweat and odour lingering in the air.

I saw my father cast a bubble-head charm for me and him, while mother did the same for herself.

We then, began to scour the mansion, and I knew an effective way to find Horcrux. Try storing it in the hammerspace, and fail at it.

My parents began to levitate everything from furniture to drapes to portraits to jewellery, and everything in between. The levitated items heaped before me, and I stored them all in my space carelessly.

My hammerspace sorted the items itself, never allowed any object to interact with other items stored, and was unaffected when placed inside, just like in stasis.

This allowed to yawn and store the items without even looking what is going inside.

I saw the manor was empty, the items stored and a few walls and trapdoors hidden around the mansion. We saw that each of them, was like a treasury, but a few of them had very dark magic, and grimoires so old and obscure, only I could read it, because of the language barrier.

I also saw a few earmarked pages strewn open, where Voldy seemed to be researching Horcruxes. And apparently, after making Nagini, he wasn't able to make another Horcrux for atleast a decade, since his soul was now fractured due to multiple cracks.

And when we began to destroy them one after the other, his original soul suffered the destruction of Horcruxes like a cascading effect, and his soul was broken and fragile.

And we really had outdone ourselves. We looked into other rooms, and were about to leave, when we saw that there was an owl. He had a letter at his feet,

'Reached R House Master. Await your instructions.

W.M'

I knew there were very few people with that initials, and one of them was on my Radar.

I spoke to the owl, 'Can you lead me to the place, where the human who sent this is staying?'

The owl blinked and hooted and spoke. 'I can. But what will I get in return?'

I blinked at the owl owlishly. 'What do you want?'

The owl preened, and fluffed up. 'I want you to become my human.'

I was now very confused with the conversation, despite understanding her every word. 'You mean, you want to become my owl?'

She laughed and said, 'Foolish human, you must become my servant, if you want information and my help?'

I was sincerely out of my depths now. 'What does it mean to become your human?'

She fluffs up, and replies with a hint of pride in her voice. 'You would care for me, brush my feathers, clean my perch, pet me when I ask for it, feed me nice seeds I like, hunt for mice and squirrels if I feel like eating them, and use your magic to keep me safe.'

Wow! Colour me confused. I would do that, if she were my pet, or have someone do it for me, but when she puts it like that, it Does make me seem like her servant.

'Say, do all owls think like that about other wizards?' I was curious now. And at this moment, I cared about her answer more, than hunting down Walden Macnair.

'Of course. We owls pride ourselves, that wizards want to serve us, while they don't even bother with Ravens, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Hawks, Eagles and Pegions anymore. In fact those who have human servants have a higher standing in our society. And if you were going to kill that wizard, I would lose my standing.'

Pooof! Fucking Mind Blown!

'Sure, I agree to become your human.' What else can this pitiful mortal do, but agree?

I saw my parents confused, as they looked at my dead tired eyes. I had rested properly, and didn't even exert myself today. So, they were quite confused, to see me drained like that.

"What happened sweety?" My mother asked with all her love and care.

I looked at her with lifeless eyes. "I learnt that owls think of us as servants."

Instead of confusion, mother had a look of understanding on her face. "Oh that, don't bother with it sweety. We knew that long ago!"

WHAT HAPPENED TO REALITY? DID IT FUCKING FRACTURE LIKE A GLITCH WHEN VOLDEMORT DIED?