A/N: It's Harry Potter's seventh birthday, or in other words, Friday.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Ancient Runes Assignment #7 - Write about anything to do with Harry Potter and the number seven. Prompt: green
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Today was Harry James Potter's seventh birthday, not that it was a special day to anyone. Even to Harry, it was a regular Friday. Harry wouldn't even have realized it was his birthday if he didn't spy the top of Uncle Vernon's newspaper at breakfast.
"It's July 31," he murmured when he made the connection. Was it really his birthday already?
There was a smack as Aunt Petunia walked behind him with her green dishtowel. "No talking at the table," she spat.
Dudley snickered as he munched happily on his bacon. Harry looked miserably back into his own plate. A small runny egg and a piece of stale bread. He munched on the bread and avoided Aunt Petunia's eyes for the rest of breakfast.
After being ushered away from the table, Harry lay on his back on his bed staring up at the underside of the stairs. The pale green paint was peeling and another piece flaked off as Dudley's heavy feet ran upstairs. Again, another normal Friday in the Summer. Harry sighed. He knew this was not how other kids spent their birthdays. He had seen Dudley receive tons of presents on his birthday. Aunt Petunia had even thrown him a party this year and invited all his school friends, making sure Harry was forced to watch and not participate in the games. Harry had never even heard the words "Happy Birthday" said to him.
He rolled onto his stomach and stared up at the small tin figures on his little ledge. He had stolen some of Dudley's rusted toy soldiers some time ago after Dudley had stopped playing with them. There were seven of them all in a line, facing off against the one Harry had named the enemy. That one was a bit taller and slimmer than the others. Its head was white, with two red dots for eyes and a slim black body. This was the evil that needed to be destroyed.
The other seven little soldiers all looked the same, with blue torsos and red legs, except for one Harry had marked, a little line across the top. This was him. This was Sir Harry who led his fellow soldiers against the evil army general.
Harry aligned his soldiers around the evil army general, sending them flying at the tall figure as they attacked. They bobbed and weaved as the army general tried to get them, but they were too quick. Then Sir Harry came and delivered the final blow with a sweep of his sword. A green light came from the evil army general as he fell in defeat.
Harry imagined that one day, he would be just like Sir Harry. He would be brave, and courageous. He would lead others just like him into battle against evil. He would win and be a hero. One day, he would be free from this cupboard.