A/N: This is my latest story. Please review. I only got one review for my last story, but I've read back over it and decided to fix up some of the grammar with the help of my beta.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP

"I'll come back to see you on your birthday Harry," Dumbledore said. "I have something important for you," he added cryptically.

"What is it?" Harry asked anxiously.

"I can't tell you til you turn 16," Dumbledore answered. "It's from your mother."

Harry felt a thrill of excitement go through him. His mother? What could Dumbledore have of his mother's?

"Now I must be off," said Dumbledore, "You know, things to see, people to do…wait, no…that's no right. Anyhow, give my regards to the Weasleys."

"But wait!" Harry said, "What is it you have of my mum's?"

"Patience, Harry. On your birthday…" And Dumbledore disapparated into the night.

What could it be? Harry wondered. Would it help him fight the war? He would be grateful for that, but he hoped it would be something more personal. He only had a few mementos from his parents. He had his father's cloak, the photo album Hagrid had given him in his first year, and, of course, his mother's eyes. He couldn't wait to see Dumbledore again.

Harry woke up early on the morning of his birthday, anticipating Dumbledore's arrival. Looking around to see what had woken him, he noticed Ginny standing in the doorway.

"Hi Ginny," he said, glancing at his clock, "It's 6am, what are you doing here?"

Ginny smiled and blushed slightly, "Yeah, um…I…about that…"

"So anyway," said Harry, realising he didn't really mind Ginny being in his room, and trying to think of a good conversation starter.

"Happy birthday!" Ginny said, stepping closer to Harry. She tripped on Harry's Sneakoscope, causing it too fly out of its sock and land with a hollow thud of Ron's head. Ron woke too see Ginny, now lying on top of Harry, on Harry's bed.

"It's not what it looks like!" Harry assured him hurriedly, but Ginny made no attempt to get up.

After an awkward pause, Harry said quietly to Ginny, "This is the part where you get me off."

Ron rolled over and put his pillow on his head. Harry blushed, "Um…I mean, get off me."

Ginny rolled off Harry and lay beside him on the bed. Another awkward pause followed. Harry tried to fill it with conversation.

"Um…so…Dumbledore's coming to see me today."

Ginny looked at him oddly, wondering if their relationship was more than just teacher and student, "What's with you and Dumbledore anyway?"

Harry lay in bed late at night, wondering why Dumbledore hadn't come. Had he forgotten? Was he caught up in important Order business? Or had something happened to Dumbledore? Suddenly, Harry's worries were interrupted by a knock at the door. He sat up and groped around in the darkness for his glasses. He put them on, and saw a tall figure silhouetted in the doorway.

"Professor Dumbledore!" he exclaimed, "I thought you'd forgotten."

"Have I ever let you down, my dear boy?"

"Well…there was that time-" Harry began.

"It was a rhetorical question," Dumbledore informed him hastily, "Now, to the matter at hand."

Dumbledore held out a small, brown envelope. "You might want to be alone when you open this," he warned, "Its contents may shock you."