"Happy 89th birthday Harry!" Cried Hermione.
Ginny and Ron clapped their hands in appeal.
In the distance a dog could be heard barking at a squirrel.
"Thank you Hanna, Reggy, and Georgia."
Ginny smiled, "Your welcome sweetie buns."
All of the sudden Ron hat a heart attack.
Hermione wipped out her wand and burst out the words, "Acrpazabra!" Unfortunatly that
was the killing curse. Hermione had mistaken it for the unheartattaking spell.
"Oh well. There's go Ron! Where's my fudging presents anyways." shouted Harry.
Hermione sat down queasily. "Um, I couldn't hear you Harold!"
"Presents! I want my flipping presents!" Harry shouted even louder.
"Oh prisons! Well unfortunately we don't have any prisons."
"Oh. Ok." Harry sighed in depression.
"Time for presents amigos!" Hermione said gleefully.
"Oh so we do have presents!" Ginny said happily.
"Nope no prisons." said Hermione.
"Oh." Harry and Ginny sighed.
"All right present time!" Hermione said again.
"I thought you said we don't have any presents!" shouted Harry.
"I told you we don't have any frapping prisons!" screamed Hermione.
"Oh I get it!" Ginny chirped.
"What's 'Low sigh shit sit' suppose to mean!" Hermione scratched her head.
Hermione handed Harry a wet and squirmy present.
"What in the fudgicles is this!"
"Your present no duh!" said Hermione.
Harry ripped open the wrapping paper and found a …….
OTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!