"I can't believe this. They ** forgot my birthday," Harry Potter swore out loud in the unoccupied house.
Everything was usual this Saturday, he went to work early, before his wife awoke. He had a normal day at work. The Aurors department was rather quiet since the end of the war. His colleagues wished him a Happy Birthday, even they'd remembered - but not his friends, his family!
It was now five pm and every birthday since the end of the war, everyone used to wait for him here, at The Burrow with a big cake on the garden tables. He never asked for it - he didn't want to bother people - but he really enjoyed this moments, it made him forget about his awful birthdays, back at the Dursley's.
But today he was alone, in an empty house. And it was even worse than being alone in a cupboard under the stairs. The large place was deserted, the garden wasn't decorated. He first thought about a surprise party, and checked his own house, Ron's and Hermione's place, even George's store, but he found no one. Everyone was gone, letting him alone, and now depressed, on his birthday.
He started to worry, he was back for half an hour and no one had shown yet. Everyone had disappeared.
"Man, you're here! Come, quick!"
Without another word Ron apparated his best friend to Diagon Alley. They were now running toward ... St Mungos! It was the worst birthday ever!
"What happened? Ron, tell me for Merlin's sake! Why are we running like this?" Harry yelled.
But his friend didn't say a word, and dragged him in the hospital corridors. Harry's heart was beating really quick, in panic. What happened, why Ron didn't answer him! Was something wrong with Molly, Arthur, Ginny??!!
The trip in the corridors seemed to last for hours now. But a spot of ginger heads told him they were arrived. Everyone was standing in the hallway excepted for Molly, Hermione, Ginny and Fleur. Something wrong with one of them! He knew his face showed panic when Arthur spoke to him, "Go inside, Harry." He showed him a room with the number thirty-one, just like his birthday.
Why was he thinking in his stupid, awful birthday when he was in a hospital, not knowing what had happen?!
He stepped inside, with fear.
What he saw was unbelievable, his wife and his baby! He wasn't supposed to born before a month!
Tears were coming down his cheeks, the girls in the room left. He could heard the congratulations, félicitations they wished him, but his mind was on the tiny, raven head in Ginny's arms. Mrs Weasley added something before she left.
"Harry, I'm sorry but with all this, we forgot to prepare your birthday party." She hugged him.
He didn't answer, looking at his wife holding his child. His first child. The worst birthday just turned into the best birthday ever. The best gift he could have, a son.
Ginny handed him the baby, whispering, "James Sirius Potter would love to wish his father an Happy Birthday."
"Happy Birthday Harry", she added, softly, watching him holding their son.
This story was written for forgotten birthday challenge by Miss Bree-tea.
It's not beta-readed, if there is mistakes, please tell me, I'll correct them.
It's now corrected.
