Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor am I British so deal with my failed attempts at British English.

Time: July 30th in Between "The Order of the Phoenix" and "The Half-Blood Prince"

Chapter 1: Birthday Wishes

POV: Harry

I sat on the edge of my bed looking at the shard of the two-way mirror Sirius had given me. It had been a little over a month since he died and I still couldn't believe that he was dead. I stared in vain trying glimpse a look at my godfather's grey eyes, but it was hopeless, nothing would bring him back.

Sirius was the closest thing I had to a father, since my parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort when I was just a year old. I never even got much time with Sirius since he was on the run from the Ministry of Magic, because they thought he was a mass murderer.

I sighed and put the mirror on my nightstand, I checked my clock, 10:50. My birthday was in a little over an hour. I looked out the window, wondering if I was going to get any owls from my friends. As I thought this I saw an owl flying towards my window, so I opened it and let him in. I didn't recognize this owl. But it had a letter strapped to its leg so I took it off and read it.

"Dear Harry,

Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I figured you were still sad about your friend, Sirius Black's death. I want you to know that, I am here for you. I sort of know what you are going though, I mean, you know about my parents. Well anyway best wishes, Neville Longbottom."

With a shock I remebered that it was Neville's birthday tomorrow too. I wrote a quick thank-you and happy birthday note to Neville and gave it back to the owl.

I sighed, looking at my clock, it was now 11:10. I was too sleepy to stay up till midnight, so I chose to just go to sleep. But it was hard with the loud snoring of my Uncle Vernon.

I didn't like having to stay with my aunt, uncle and cousin. I wished I had a real family. I wished that Voldemort never killed my parents, then Sirius would have never gone to Azkaban for trying to kill the man that betrayed my parents. I rubbed my scar, where Voldemort tried to kill me all those years ago.

I also thought about the prophecy I heard. About neither could survive when one lives, and a boy born at the end of July. The other boy could've been Neville, but I honestly didn't want Neville to be the "Chosen One," that would be hard on him, he didn't deserve that. Sighing once again I turned over and fell asleep.

POV: Neville

As I watched the window of my room, I saw the owl I sent to Harry returning. He had sent something back. I took the letter off the owl and read it.

"Dear Neville,

Thanks for you letter. And Happy Birthday to you too. I hope you have a good birthday with your grandmother, maybe you will get to see your parents soon. Also thanks for you concern about me, I still miss Sirius something terrible. But don't let me ruin your birthday. Have a good one, Harry Potter."

I smiled, he remebered my birthday. Sometimes I envy Harry. Even though he doesn't have a family he had lots of friends, I don't even know why he bothers with me. I looked my clock 11:45. No point in staying up to my birthday, I feel asleep. Thinking how nice it would be to have friends like Harry does.

POV: Omniscient author (a.k.a Me)

What the boys don't know that wishes have their consequences.