Hey everyone! This is my first fan fiction. I'm really excited about it!!! The characters belong to the incredible J.K.Rowling. I own a few (Megan Malfoy, Justine, Moira, Julie, Abigail, Iago, Tsarina) a few animals (Mavros and Sally) and a few spells and potions (too many to name). I also own this plot (if there is one). This story takes place after the forth book, during the fifth year of Harry in Hogwarts. I would also like to warn you that English is my second language so a few mistakes will come your way. A big hug to all of my Snape Sisters (yes, there will be a lot of Snape romance in here) and to Ruth (Starlight) who wrote the best fan fiction I have ever read and took the time to get to know me. You're awesome! Megan and Abigail are for you! I hope you all enjoy and please review!!!!

Update – I'm rewriting some of the story, so a few things will be changing. Major changes include the title "Harry Potter and the White Death" turning into only "White Death" and Moira Craine Dumbledore turning into Moira Crane Dumbledore.

White Death

Chapter One

Birthday Gift

"Happy birthday!" yelled all of the Weasleys.

Harry was still in his pajamas, his hair still messy. Putting on his glasses he saw his friends' happy faces and smiled. Even Charlie and Bill were there.

"Thanks!"- he said, sitting up on the bed.

"Fifteen years old, Harry. Today is a big day for you." - said Mrs. Weasley

"And that is why we have to start early" - completed Mr. Weasley handing the birthday boy his birthday cake.

Harry blew the candles out and the Weasleys went down to the kitchen to let Harry get dressed. Since Harry met Ron and his family, his life changed completely. No longer spending much time with his aunt and uncle, although Dumbledore didn't let him leave their house to the Weasley's until one week ago, Harry felt like he finally belonged somewhere. The whole story of him being the sole survivor of Voldermort's attack always made him feel weird... like he's the same as well as different from everyone else. But with the Weasley's Harry felt at home; not lonely and not like a celebrity.

When he got to the kitchen, another surprise: it was filled with sweets and decorated with balloons that didn't need tying. On the table there were several parcels. Harry didn't care much about getting presents but he had to admit he was happy when his friends remembered.

From Ron and his family Harry got a device that looked like a little yellow pyramid.

"It's an Animapic. It turns red if the animal near it is an animagus. We thought that after what happened with Scabbers, it could be useful." - explained Ron.

"It is. Thanks, Ron!" - Harry opened the next one – "It's from Hermione" - inside the parcel there were a book with blank pages, a little machine and a note that read:

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry I can't be there for your birthday but my parents insisted on traveling to Italy. Family thing. Well, it's very nice here and I found several new books! I'll be coming back next week so we can all go shopping at the Diagon Alley together. I hope everything is well. If you don't know, it's a camera. I figure since we are in our fifth year, we could start putting together some pictures to remember Hogwarts by.

Happy birthday!

Hermione

"Good idea Hermione...as usual" - said Harry, smiling - "Wonder who sent this one" - asked him as he opened the big parcel. As he read the title of the book, Harry felt his heart get smaller, tighter.

"History of the TriWizard Tournament." - said Ron in a trembling voice. All in the room exchanged looks, making Harry feel extremely uncomfortable.

After many nightmares Harry had finally been able to relax for the past few days, but this book brought his worries back. He turned to the last page and there were pictures from every school champion and on the very last page there was a picture of him and of Cedric Diggory and a short explanation about how they both got first place and how Cedric had lost his life right before the tournament ended. Harry felt his heart get even smaller as he remembered Cedric last wish. He was honest, righteous and, as many others, shouldn't have died.

"Read the note dear." - asked Molly Weasley.

Dear Harry,

I know this isn't the most proper present but I consider it of great importance. We shouldn't forget about the past but learn from it. Be strong.

Happy Birthday

Sirius

The past was something that really bothered Harry, not only because of the loss of his parents and the fights with Voldemort but because it always found ways to come back and haunt him. But he knew his godfather was right.

"Don't be sad, Harry" - said Ginny - "I'm sure he's fine, wherever he is."

Was she talking about Sirius or Cedric?

"Open the other ones" - asked George, clearly trying to get the moods up.

There were still two presents left to be opened. Harry opened a very heavy one which he guessed came from Hagrid and he was right. It was a box filled with Hagrid's famous fudge. Written in a piece of parchment was the following message:

Changed the recipe. Hope you like it. Happy birthday.

Hagrid

Mrs. Weasley put the fudge on the kitchen counter and said she would take care of it. Still one present left. An elegant parcel wrapped in a golden cord. Attached to the cord there was a little envelope. Harry opened it to find a small piece of parchment with a very simple message written in emerald green ink: Happy Birthday. Fine print but no signature. Ron sat by his friend both wearing a curious frown. Harry ripped the wrapping paper quickly to find a leather-covered book, with yellowish pages, looking kind of old. Flipping the pages, the boys found potions' recipes, spells and little notes. All of it was hand written. Several of them had the same initials by them " L & J". Harry turned to the first page of the book and also by hand was written: This book belongs to Lily Evans and James Potter.

"It belonged to my parents!" - the young wizard said lifting the book and showing it to the others.

"Who sent it?" - asked Fred

"I don't know. The note only says 'happy birthday'"

"Must have been Dumbledore. He did the same thing on our first Christmas at Hogwarts with your dad's invisibility cloak." - said Ron as he ate a piece of cake handed to him by Bill.

"Must have...who else could it be?" - concluded Harry, taking a piece of cake handed to him by Charlie. Harry made a mental note to thank the professor personally.

The rest of the day went fine. They ate cake, sweets, played Quidditch, and had a great time. At night, Harry was sitting near a tree in the Weasley's garden with his parents´ book on his lap. He was flipping through the pages more carefully this time. There were several little notes by the recipes and formulas. Notes like: "Don't try this one without pink grass", signed J, and right by it: "I told you but you wouldn't listen, would you?" signed L. Harry smiled as he read them trying to imagine how his parents were when they were his age. There were other signatures. There was S.B. that Harry thought belonged to his godfather but there were others he didn't know. Between the pages there were also dried leafs and petals, notes and pictures. In one of the pictures there was James in his Quidditch robes holding Lily by her waist and his broomstick in the other hand. Both were smiling and she was waving. Another one showed James, Sirius and Remus, all young men smiling. On the background, the sign read "Three Broomsticks". The last one was taken in one of Hogwarts corridors with several people running everywhere and a few talking in the background. Sirius, Remus, Lily and James were hugging and waving, dressed in their graduation's robes. Harry smiled but felt sad, longing to be there.

"So, is the book nice or what?" asked Ron as he threw a gnome out of sight. He came to sit by Harry. The sound of the gnomes complaining as they came back through a hole in the fence could be heard. Harry showed the new findings to Ron who examined everything enthusiastically:

"Can you imagine Hermione's face when she sees this? There are spells here I never even heard of and potions that I doubt even Snape knows!"

Mrs. Weasley called them all to bed. Charlie and Bill had left already and Fred and George were exploding something in their bedroom. Harry could hear Mr. Weasley complaining. Ginny went into the burrow with Ron but Harry stayed behind. He got up and looked up into the sky, the reflection of the full moon in his glasses:

"Thank you Dumbledore." - said the young wizard softly, pressing the book tightly against his chest and went inside the house.

Harry went to bed not knowing that a shadow had been watching him the whole day from up a tree.

Inside Harry's trunk, near the other presents, the little pyramid turned red.