Two brilliant green orbs stared from the dark, their gaze was directed to a
small alarm clock that lay on the other end of the room. 11:59 the words
flashed over and over, 12:00 there was a clicking noise as the numbers
switched. The two orbs blinked out of existence for a second, and a deep
breath was released.
"Well, I guess this would be my sweet sixteen."
Harry snorted at the idea of his Birthdays being sweet. Harry would be lucky if his Uncle and Aunt even remembered, even if they did they probably wouldn't say. They made a point to make Harry's life as miserable as possible. Tap! Tap! SCRAPE! Harry turned to his window that the ruckus was coming from, and immediately started laughing uncontrollably.
Up against the glass was crunched innumerable owls, all hooting indignantly waiting for Harry to open the window. When Harry could gather himself up enough to lift the latch, hundreds of owls flew into his room, perching on everything and even on one another.
"Bloody Hell!" said Harry as two penguins flapped into the room. "Ah, the twins!" said Harry as he took the package's from around the penguin's necks. "Where did all these packages and letters come from?" said Harry as three more owls swooped in. The new comer owls finding no where to rest decided Harry's head would be a perfect perch.
The large eagle owl that was now residing on Harry's head had a copy of the Daily Prophet tied to its leg. There on the front line in bold writing sat a line that made Harry's jaw drop "Harry Potters 16th Birthday is here!" Harry his eyes widened in terror scrolled down the article. "Send your presents to the Ministry of Magic and they will be relayed to the wizarding world's most eligible bachelor" Harry's heart promptly skipped a beat as he stared at the authors name, Rita Skeeter. Someone was going to gruesomely murder that women someday, and Harry couldn't make any promises that it wouldn't be him that did the deed.
"Malfoy is going to have fun with this. Why couldn't that annoying women mind her own business for once!" Blessedly the stream of owls had finally stopped and Harry went through the chore of removing all the packages and letters from the owls.
Forty-five minutes later Harry closed the latch on the last of the owls and glanced back at his room. On his bed sat a large pile of packages from his friends, near the door sat a pile of packages that reached the ceiling from people he didn't know, and at the foot of his bed sat another huge pile of letters from various witches from around the world. Harry collapsed on his bed cradling the beginnings of a migraine between his hands only to feel something wet seep through his pajamas.
"BLOODY OWLS! Bloody freaking owls! Five minutes later Harry in a new pair of pajama's sat down on his bed and started on his friends presents.
Ron's package he opened first, when he did a leather cord with a medallion tied to it fell out. Ignoring the medallion for a moment Harry decided to read the letter first. After all it was from the wizarding world and Harry had no idea what it did.
Dear Harry,
Did you get a copy of the prophet? I bet your positively swamped with presents, It must be great to be famous..Harry laughed at this and felt the wet spot on his boxers. Well, I got you this medallion because it does two things that would probably help out in Qudditch if you put it on it will make you totally weightless and it quickens your reflexes Bit. Don't worry it is totally legal I already checked.
~Ron
"Sweet!" Harry slipped the necklace on and put his foot on the ground. Harry slowly rose off his bed, after nearly reaching the ceiling he slowly floated back down. Taking the necklace off he sunk deep into the bed, for a little while he felt sluggish but it wore off. The medallion was made of gold and was in the form of a Irish endless knot, but in the center was a bright green emerald. "Hermione's next."
Dear Harry,
I bought you a book, as you may have guessed, but it was pretty hard to get a hold of.
~Mione
P.S. I hope you didn't get to annoyed by that article in the Prophet.
Harry pealed off the brown paper from around the large book. Harry gasped the cover read "What Animagus Form Are You? And How To Change" by Merlin. It wasn't the original but they were still hard to come by, and they were also illegal to be in the possession of an underage wizard. "What have we done to that poor girl?" thought Harry. Thinking back to the days when she was afraid to break even the smallest rule.
From Mrs. Weasley Harry got a small tin box. When Harry opened and looked inside he saw a small room, nearly the size of his closet, and it was packed wall to wall by mince pies, fudge, cake, and other eatable goods, there was also a few casks of ButterBeer. In her letter she said there was a charm on the room to make sure nothing ever spoiled.
From the twins he got another box of jokes, the joke box was disguised as a small suitcase, like in a spy movie. It was packed full of tricks that disguised and changed your appearance. It could do anything from growing you new body parts, to changing your height, to turning you into a troll.
Bill Weasley sent him a set of self piercing, self healing, no pain, dragon fang earrings and body rings. Ginny got Harry some sugar quills and also some quills invented by her brothers that you give to your enemies, the tip of the feather would stain your face with red lipstick wherever it touched. Hagrid got Harry a handheld crossbow that holds up to twelve flaming darts in each clip. Harry was slightly disturbed by this, you know your in trouble when your friends buy you weapons for your birthday.
Harry was about to open Sirius and Dumbledore's letter when the all the power on Privet Drive went out. Harry was going to dismiss it as just power failure, when he saw dark shapes moving across the lawn. When his eyes adjusted to the dark Harry was able to make out thirteen tall figures clad in black slowly gliding towards the house. "Dementors! That means there are also dark wizards near by!" Harry terrified put his back to the wall and slowly slid to the floor, "What am I going to do!" whimpered Harry. Resolution crept into Harry's face, "Show some of that Gryffindor courage that's what your gonna do!" Harry reached under his bed and grasped his wand, he also grabbed his new crossbow in his other hand, after a second thought he grabbed Ron's medallion too and slipped it around his neck. Harry slowly started floating in the air but he pulled himself back down.
"Give 'em blood and vinegar Harry, blood and vinegar!" Harry busted out a window Payne with his left hand and called forth his spectacular patronus "EXPECTO PATRONUM" he screamed pointing his wand at the shapes.
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"Well, I guess this would be my sweet sixteen."
Harry snorted at the idea of his Birthdays being sweet. Harry would be lucky if his Uncle and Aunt even remembered, even if they did they probably wouldn't say. They made a point to make Harry's life as miserable as possible. Tap! Tap! SCRAPE! Harry turned to his window that the ruckus was coming from, and immediately started laughing uncontrollably.
Up against the glass was crunched innumerable owls, all hooting indignantly waiting for Harry to open the window. When Harry could gather himself up enough to lift the latch, hundreds of owls flew into his room, perching on everything and even on one another.
"Bloody Hell!" said Harry as two penguins flapped into the room. "Ah, the twins!" said Harry as he took the package's from around the penguin's necks. "Where did all these packages and letters come from?" said Harry as three more owls swooped in. The new comer owls finding no where to rest decided Harry's head would be a perfect perch.
The large eagle owl that was now residing on Harry's head had a copy of the Daily Prophet tied to its leg. There on the front line in bold writing sat a line that made Harry's jaw drop "Harry Potters 16th Birthday is here!" Harry his eyes widened in terror scrolled down the article. "Send your presents to the Ministry of Magic and they will be relayed to the wizarding world's most eligible bachelor" Harry's heart promptly skipped a beat as he stared at the authors name, Rita Skeeter. Someone was going to gruesomely murder that women someday, and Harry couldn't make any promises that it wouldn't be him that did the deed.
"Malfoy is going to have fun with this. Why couldn't that annoying women mind her own business for once!" Blessedly the stream of owls had finally stopped and Harry went through the chore of removing all the packages and letters from the owls.
Forty-five minutes later Harry closed the latch on the last of the owls and glanced back at his room. On his bed sat a large pile of packages from his friends, near the door sat a pile of packages that reached the ceiling from people he didn't know, and at the foot of his bed sat another huge pile of letters from various witches from around the world. Harry collapsed on his bed cradling the beginnings of a migraine between his hands only to feel something wet seep through his pajamas.
"BLOODY OWLS! Bloody freaking owls! Five minutes later Harry in a new pair of pajama's sat down on his bed and started on his friends presents.
Ron's package he opened first, when he did a leather cord with a medallion tied to it fell out. Ignoring the medallion for a moment Harry decided to read the letter first. After all it was from the wizarding world and Harry had no idea what it did.
Dear Harry,
Did you get a copy of the prophet? I bet your positively swamped with presents, It must be great to be famous..Harry laughed at this and felt the wet spot on his boxers. Well, I got you this medallion because it does two things that would probably help out in Qudditch if you put it on it will make you totally weightless and it quickens your reflexes Bit. Don't worry it is totally legal I already checked.
~Ron
"Sweet!" Harry slipped the necklace on and put his foot on the ground. Harry slowly rose off his bed, after nearly reaching the ceiling he slowly floated back down. Taking the necklace off he sunk deep into the bed, for a little while he felt sluggish but it wore off. The medallion was made of gold and was in the form of a Irish endless knot, but in the center was a bright green emerald. "Hermione's next."
Dear Harry,
I bought you a book, as you may have guessed, but it was pretty hard to get a hold of.
~Mione
P.S. I hope you didn't get to annoyed by that article in the Prophet.
Harry pealed off the brown paper from around the large book. Harry gasped the cover read "What Animagus Form Are You? And How To Change" by Merlin. It wasn't the original but they were still hard to come by, and they were also illegal to be in the possession of an underage wizard. "What have we done to that poor girl?" thought Harry. Thinking back to the days when she was afraid to break even the smallest rule.
From Mrs. Weasley Harry got a small tin box. When Harry opened and looked inside he saw a small room, nearly the size of his closet, and it was packed wall to wall by mince pies, fudge, cake, and other eatable goods, there was also a few casks of ButterBeer. In her letter she said there was a charm on the room to make sure nothing ever spoiled.
From the twins he got another box of jokes, the joke box was disguised as a small suitcase, like in a spy movie. It was packed full of tricks that disguised and changed your appearance. It could do anything from growing you new body parts, to changing your height, to turning you into a troll.
Bill Weasley sent him a set of self piercing, self healing, no pain, dragon fang earrings and body rings. Ginny got Harry some sugar quills and also some quills invented by her brothers that you give to your enemies, the tip of the feather would stain your face with red lipstick wherever it touched. Hagrid got Harry a handheld crossbow that holds up to twelve flaming darts in each clip. Harry was slightly disturbed by this, you know your in trouble when your friends buy you weapons for your birthday.
Harry was about to open Sirius and Dumbledore's letter when the all the power on Privet Drive went out. Harry was going to dismiss it as just power failure, when he saw dark shapes moving across the lawn. When his eyes adjusted to the dark Harry was able to make out thirteen tall figures clad in black slowly gliding towards the house. "Dementors! That means there are also dark wizards near by!" Harry terrified put his back to the wall and slowly slid to the floor, "What am I going to do!" whimpered Harry. Resolution crept into Harry's face, "Show some of that Gryffindor courage that's what your gonna do!" Harry reached under his bed and grasped his wand, he also grabbed his new crossbow in his other hand, after a second thought he grabbed Ron's medallion too and slipped it around his neck. Harry slowly started floating in the air but he pulled himself back down.
"Give 'em blood and vinegar Harry, blood and vinegar!" Harry busted out a window Payne with his left hand and called forth his spectacular patronus "EXPECTO PATRONUM" he screamed pointing his wand at the shapes.
Hope you like what I did so far Ladies and Gents, just thought you'd like me to warn you I don't write a new chapter 'till I get at least five reviews in payment for my hard work. :;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;]======0
Thanks for my one positive review.. laughter & tears...
ONE REVIEW MY LIFE IS FUFILLED!