Disclaimer: I know that you are all going to be shocked to hear this, but I don't actually own Harry Potter
or anything whatsoever in this story. This is the first Fanfic I've ever written, so be kind and forgiving






Chapter 1: Happy Birthday!

Tap tap. Harry Potter looked up from his bed where he was just starting his last
homework assignment for the summer holidays. A very large gray owl was tapping its
beak on the window. Harry walked over to the window and opened it. The owl seemed to
have been traveling for a long time, because it nearly collapsed right after it got through
the window.
Harry picked up the owl, took the letter off of his leg, and set him down next to
Hedwig's cage. The owl stood up and began to drink from Hedwig's water tray. Harry
opened the letter, and recognized Hermione's handwriting.

Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I'm at Viktor's summerhouse in Majorca. It's beautiful
here. I found some History books in a wizard village here that are very
interesting. I think I might re-write my whole History of Magic essay. I hope
you've done yours, Harry.
Viktor has just told me that he is having a Quidditch match on August twenty-
fourth. He said that if you want, you could go to it with us. You could stay at my
house the rest of the summer if you wanted. I'm sending another owl with your
birthday present in a while. I have to go now. Viktor and I are going to go
swimming in his pool.

With love,
Hermione

Harry shut the window and set the letter down on his desk (which used to be
Dudley's). He sat down on his bed and continued working on his essay. "Let's see," said
Harry. He was supposed to be writing an essay on the Giant-Wizard war of 1637. He
couldn't concentrate. He read Hermione's note again. He imagined how nice it would be
to be in Majorca in the nice, warm sun, away from the Dursleys…
Tap tap. Another owl was tapping on the window. There was a note and a package
attached to his leg. Harry untied the parcel from Hermes's talon. It was a note from Ron.


Hey Harry,
How are you? Can you believe it? I don't know where they
got money, but Fred and George bought me a new owl for
my birthday! His name is rocko. Ginny has Pig now. Are the
Dursleys treating you well? You haven't asked for food yet,
so I'm guessing your aunt and uncle gave up on Dudley's
diet. Happy Birthday? I sent you your present with Hermes,
too. Have you talked to Sirius yet? I know He's probably
busy what with the Death Eaters and all. Well, I'll see you on
the Hogwarts Express.

Your Friend,
Ron

He picked up the parcel and began to open it. It was a small, red box. Inside was a
wizard camera, which took pictures that could move and an extra roll of film. This
immediately reminded him of Colin Creevey, who had chased him around with his camera
in Harry's second year.
Harry walked over to the window for light, and examined the camera. He briefly
considered trying it out, but opted not to when -
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!!!"
he dropped the camera on the window sill and the flash went off. Not for the
first time during the holidays, Dudley had awoken from a nightmare with an ear-splitting
scream. He had, Harry thought, been Dudley must have been having dreams where his
gym teachers at Smeltings were forcing him to exercise. Dudley, even though he was on a
"diet" still ate as he usually did, and had, if possible, become even more massive than he
had been the last summer. Uncle Vernon was forced to padlock the fridge, board up all of
the cupboards, and banish any sweets from the house. Dudley had had the worst birthday
of his life that year. He went to the movie theater, but his father made him leave, however,
when he tried to get his friend Piers to buy him candy from the concession stand
Harry sat on his bed listening to the whimpering sound coming from Dudley's room
and his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon trying to calm him down. Harry let out a laugh.
Whoosh! A humungous, brown eagle owl flew through the open window and dropped
a very large package on the floor making two loud pounding sounds. The conversation in
the next room stopped, a door slammed shut, and Harry heard footsteps coming across the
landing. Uncle Vernon opened the door and stamped in.
"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU RUDDY OWL!"
He swung his hand at the owl to shoo it away. It dropped the note it was carrying in
its beak and bit Uncle Vernon on his arm. Uncle Vernon flinched for a moment, and then
swung at the owl again. This time, the owl flew out of the window. As it glided away, it
twisted its head around and glared at Uncle Vernon.
"What is your problem? What did you do to Dudley?" roared Uncle Vernon.
"I didn't do anything! He always wakes up like that!"
"Don't talk back me! You won't be having any meals tomorrow, if that's what you
want" He walked to the door. "Oh, yeah. Happy birthday!" And with that, and a cold
laugh, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Dudley was still whimpering in the
next room.