Summary: Harry is dragged once more into a vision of a deatheater meeting and sees something he never expected but found welcome.
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Harry had been sitting quietly in his room doing homework (his potions essay as a matter of fact) his head had been nodding over his homework for sometime when Harry suddenly knew he was dreaming. After all Voldemort and his followers would never have a banner hanging form the ceiling declaring happy birthday!
"Glad you could join us tonight Harry! Happy birthday!" Voldemort chirped happily almost causing Harry to faint. Voldemort grabbed Harry's hand (which surprisingly didn't hurt) and dragging him toward a table covered by brightly wrapped boxes.
"You got me birthday presents?" Harry asked skeptically.
"But of course Harry! What's a birthday without presents?" Peter Petigrew asked this from a far corner of the room from his seat beside Nagani, Voldemort's familiar.
Stepping closer to the table with deliberate slowness incase this was all some trick Harry eyed both the packages and the deatheaters around him. "Go on Potter, they're not going to bite." Came the sarcastic voice of Severus Snape, Harry's least favorite professor at Hogwarts.
Smirking Harry deliberately slowed down even more, "Now look what you have done Snape." Voldemort shrieked in anger.
Finally reaching his destination Harry picked up the present on the very top not wanting the presents to go tumbling to the ground. Looking at the tag that read "From Draco Malfoy" he glanced over at his blonde rivals father across the room. 'He too got me a present?' Opening the present he found a wand holster the color of newly spilt blood. "Note to self, send thank you letters to everyone who got me presents." Harry muttered to himself.
A few hours and around two hundred presents later only one present sat before him. 'Must be from Voldemort.' Harry mused. Opening the small package Harry's eyes widened. "How do you know this wand will work for me?"
"Because it is made from the wood of a tree that grew where your blood had been spilt. The core is the fang of the basilisk that you slayed in your second year at Hogwarts with traces of your blood dried into the grains making the wand usable to only you." Voldemort replied.
"Thank you Lord Voldemort, everyone, thank you for the best birthday ever." At these words Harry felt himself being woken up by some one on the outside causing the throne room to fade into an all-consuming darkness. Still laying on the bed Harry muttered, "If only the dream was reality." Sitting up Harry froze before a smile crossed his face completely ignoring the man beside him, for there were all of the presents, the books and other such things were neatly arranged around his room. "Yup that was the best birthday ever." Harry muttered.
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Originally it was supposed to turn out differently but this is how it ended up being. I have two more chapters that are typed but this will not be a very long story, in fact, it will be less then five chapters long. Happy reading!