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A/N: Written for spuffypotter1997's 'Harry Potter's Birthday Challenge' Canon-compliant. No pairings. Harry's eighteenth birthday party. Happy Birthday, Harry! We love you!
His Favorite Birthday He Can't Remember
Harry Potter sat on a cushioned chair during his eighteenth birthday, while everyone else was chatting, eating, or having fun.
Harry was thinking about all his past birthdays. He never had any spectacular birthday bashes or anything like that, especially during his time at the Dursleys. Then, he'd usually watch Dudley and his friends play party games and things like that through the door that he would open just a bit.
He never really was the 'Party' kind of person. Just a card from his friends would be fine. He grew used to not having a party. The only party had had before he went to Hogwarts was his first, he supposed.
He couldn't even remember the whole of that, though. Only glimpses of it. Maybe if he tried really hard he could remember…
X First Birthday Memories X
A one-year old Harry was flying around their house in Godric's Hollow on a toy broomstick Sirius Black had gotten him…
Lily Potter was nodded disapprovingly while he knocked over various vases in the process… James Potter was chuckling and saying "He'll be a Quidditch player like me, he will!"
He almost fell off the broom… Lily caught him… He was giggly madly… Sirius was watching him in amusement…
They came together for a hug… like one big happy family…
X Memories Over X
Harry shook himself out of his stupor. He felt that he was getting a little teary-eyed. Still, only glimpses. But, he remembered more and more as he grew older… If only Wormtail hadn't betrayed them that faithful night, maybe….
He didn't know what to call his first birthday. His favorite birthday that he could remember was his eleventh, when he found out about magic, and Hogwarts, his first real home.
"Mate! What are you doing sitting down? C'mon!" said Ron from across the room to Harry.
Harry nodded and got up.
He knew what to call it now. That was my favorite birthday I can't remember, he thought, walking over to the food table where Ron was standing.
A/N: Awesome? Terribly? Neutral? I won't know if I'm a good writer or not unless you tell me…!
Side note: Again, Happy Birthday, Harry! We love, love, love you!