It was his seventh birthday tomorrow. Not that it would be of any importance to the Dursleys. His present last year was a battered, old spoon and fork and a half-used pen. This year, he was going to be spending his birthday with Mrs. Figg, because the Dursleys would be going to the wedding of Uncle Vernon's colleague. He was rather excited as he considered Mrs. Figg much kinder than the Dursleys. He had already forgotten his resentment towards Mrs. Figg over Minnie.
The next day, as he suspected, nobody wished him a happy birthday apart from Mrs. Figg. The Dursleys left for the wedding as soon as school let out, leaving Harry to go back on foot. He was disappointed when he got home, as he half-hoped Minnie would be there, waiting for him. Not that he expected to, as Minnie usually only came on Sundays, or maybe even on Saturdays if he was lucky. Sighing unhappily, he left the house, heading for the plain brown brick house on the other side of the street.
He rang the doorbell. "Happy Birthday, Harry!" Mrs. Figg said with a beaming face. "I've got a chocolate cake for you – a mini one, of course, I can't have any, as much as I want to." She casted a longing glance at the cake, which had seven candles cramped together on it. Suddenly, her face brightened, and she practically dragged him through the door. "Anyways, I've got a storybook for you as well, it's called 'Peter Pan', I asked my nephew and he said he loved it…" Mrs. Figg ranted on, unaware of the happiness spreading over the usually quiet and shy boy's face. "Thank you, Mrs. Figg!" Harry hugged the very surprised Mrs. Figg around her thighs.
Mere minutes later, Harry was sitting in a very soft and comfortable armchair with silk pillows with his back to the fireplace, eating an enormous thick slice of chocolate cake, and occupied himself by trying not to get smears on his 'Peter Pan' book, which he was reading at the same time. Although it was summer, Mrs. Figg still kept the fire slumbering, but the occasional cool breeze that came through the open window was enough to keep the pair cool. Without warning, the fire suddenly turned a shade of emerald green.
Mrs. Figg looked alarmed, and peeped at the small boy. Harry was still reading, unaware that anything unusual was going on. A woman with a stern but beautiful face and raven black hair stepped out of the fireplace, brushing the soot of her dark purple robes. She didn't notice there was another person in the room apart from Mrs. Figg as the back of the armchair was too tall.
"Bella, there is something I must tell you… What?" The woman said, annoyed, for Mrs. Figg was gesturing to the armchair frantically, making 'Shhh… Shhhh!' noises as if her life depended on it – but it was too late, for the face of one Harry James Potter had already peeked at the two women.
He noticed the purple robes (such weird clothing!), the raven black hair, but most of all he noticed the dark green eyes, so much like his beloved tabby cat's, and the spectacles' markings were like Minnie's as well.
"Minnie? Is that you?" The tiny boy asked, and the woman froze in shock.
I know the last two chapters are kind of short, but I'll try and make the next chapter longer. Anyways, a thank you to everyone who read, added this story to your alert or favorites list, and a big thank you and a hug to everyone who reviewed. (Not that many, I'm afraid.) I'll try and post the next chapter ASAP, so wish me luck as I spent more time reading then I do writing.
Bianca tabbycat
P.S. Please excuse my mistakes in grammar or spelling as I'm not a native English speaker!