Chapter 1- Birthday Surprises
Harry stared at the ceiling, replaying the events of the last 24 hours in his head. Wishing he had Dumbledore's Pensive, Harry turned over on his side. The snoring coming from Ron's bed sure wasn't helping him either. So many things had happened, that Harry didn't even know what to think about first. So he started from the very beginning…
It was a hot, July morning when Harry first woke up. He say up in his bed and looked around. Ron's bed was empty with the sheets all rumpled up. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, he saw that it was already 10 in the morning.
Just then Harry remembered, today was his 17th birthday! Feeling quit a bit better, he got out of bed and threw on a shirt and jeans.
When Harry got downstairs, he saw all of the Weasleys sitting around the table eating breakfast. (A/N: All of the Weasleys means Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and Ron. Fred and George had their own house, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy were all at work.)
"Morning, dear," said Mrs. Weasley as Harry took a seat at the table.
Just then Harry noticed that someone was missing from the table.
"Where's Hermione?" he asked as he took a bite of toast.
"She said something about a surprise or something," replied Ron. "I think the surprise is for you, mate. It being your birthday and all."
"Oh, ok," Harry said getting up from the table with a piece of toast still clutched in his hand. "I'm going to go back upstairs and write a letter."
With that Harry walked back upstairs to Ron's room where he was staying. When he got there, he sat down and began a very long and very detailed letter to Sirius about how his summer was coming along. Even though Sirius was dead (still) Harry liked to write letters to him. It made him feel as if his godfather was still alive. (Even though he was really dead and is never coming back. Muahahahahhaa) But for this same reason, Ron had started treating Harry differently. As if he was crazy or something. (A/N: I made Harry kind of crazy in this story. Hehehehee. But he's still not as psycho as Lockhart!!!)
Halfway through his letter, a knock came on the bedroom door.
"Come in," Harry said, not looking up from his writing.
When he did look up, Harry saw Hermione standing in the doorway looking embarrassed and confused.
"What's up?" he asked putting away his letter.
"Harry, I…I need to tell you something. I've been wanting to tell you ever since fifth year, but I was always too shy. But now that we're both 17, well, I felt like today was the right time."