Hiya. Hope you're enjoying this. I forgot to add somethuing: This story takes place before Bella's birthday party in New Moon, and yes bella's birthday is different, i know! I had to change it for certain reasons. Just so i don't get people biting my head off for that. And it's during seventh year, but Sirius isn't dead, neither is Dumbledore. There are no Horcruxes left except for harry, but he doesn't know that. Dumbledore destroyed them with harry's help, but his hand isn't withered becaue he didn't put the ring on. Lupin, Sirius, Fred, and Tonks WILL NOT DIE! i cried when I read that. i think that's it. if I'm missing anything, let me know. Oh, and I'm planning on having umbridge in here. Just a heads up. Be ready to yell at me later on, hopefully not for a few months.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN JACK SQUAT!Bella POV


"Bella, do you remember what today is?" Alice chirped, excited.

"Well, it's not Christmas." I smirked, just to annoy her. I succeeded and earned a glare.

"No, stupid! It's your seventeenth birthday!"

I sighed. Normally, I would have been excited. This would have been a momentous occasion for me, becoming of-age in my world, but with Sirius in hiding in London and Remus doing work for the order, nobody with magical blood was here to celebrate with me. The Cullens don't know I'm a witch- I'd never used magic around them- and I didn't plan on telling them anytime soon.

But you know what they say about the best laid plans?

They fall apart.

So now I'm sitting in the Cullens' living room on the fifteenth of August, gloomy for the first time in a little over a decade and a half, about the fact that it was my birthday.

"Alice, I told you I didn't want a party!' I groaned.

"Too bad, you're getting one. Go home, hang out with Charlie, and come back around five-ish. That'll give me two hours to set things up."

Edward sighed. "Let's go, love."

"Bye," everybody but Rosalie called.

As soon as Edward left, I unlocked the door and went to my room. I wanted to check to see if Harry, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Sirius, and/or Remus sent me my annual birthday goodies. If Hedwig was nearby, Edward's leaving would be worth it. If not, I would kill Alice.

The first thing I did when I reached my room was pull my wand out of the sheath on my leg. It was similar to what muggles used to carry hunting knives. Sirius got it for me last Christmas before I left. Then I opened my window.

Immediately, a snow owl swooped in and landed on my bed. Following her was a small fluff ball of an owl, a barn owl, and a hoot owl. I knew who sent me the first two, but the other two looked like regular owls. I relieved those two of their burdens first, and they flew off. In one hand I held a note and in the other one was two letters. Then I turned to Hedwig and Pigwidgeon (or Pig, as Ron called him), Harry and Ron's owls. Hedwig had a small drawstring pouch and a letter, and Pig had a letter and a cake keeping him on the bed. I untied the cake and he went zooming around the room as usual, Hedwig looking at him with disdain.

"You know, Rosalie looks at me the same way," I told her. She turned to me and tilted her head. I shrugged and opened one of the letters.

Hey Bella,

Happy birthday and I hope you like your surprise!

Hagrid

I curiously opened the second letter that came with his and saw that it was addresses in green ink with the Hogwarts crest sealing it. I broke open the letter eagerly.

Dear Miss Swan,

Below is a list of supplies you will need for your seventh year at Hogwarts. The train will leave from King's Cross on September first, and someone will be sent to your house to bring you to London on the twentieth of August.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Below that was a list of books and I saw that I would need dress robes again this year. Great, now I'll have to go shopping with Alice before the twentieth, or have Hermione come with me in London. I put the letter next to Hagrid's and opened Ron's. Something fell out of it.

Bella, hope everything's going well. Harry and Hermione are with me at the Burrow. We've got some good news, but we have been sworn to secrecy. I'm sure you'll find out soon. Happy birthday.

Ron

"What can't they tell me?" I asked Hedwig. She just ruffled her feathers. I picked up whatever fell out of the letter- pictures. A picture of Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, and I in front of Hogwarts. Hagrid took this at the end of fifth year. A second picture with us, Sirius and Remus at Grimmauld Place . I had just opened my present from Sirius, and I was hugging him. Everyone else was laughing.

In the Wizarding world, if you develop the pictures in the right potion, they actually move. I was so excited when I found that out in first year.

I smiled and put the pictures next to the unwrapped cake before getting a quill, ink, and parchment from the floorboard beside my bed.

Ron, thanks for the cake and pictures. Tell your mom thanks, too. You have no idea how happy you made me. I haven't talked to another wizard or witch for seven months. Do you know how cut off I feel? Now I know how Harry felt the summer before fifth year. Charlie got me a Muggle camera, and Renee got me a scrapbook. I'll put the pictures in it right away. Tell everyone I said hi.

Bella

I tied the note to Pig's leg and he flew out the window again. Hedwig nipped my hand lightly, drawing my attention back to Harry's letter and the pouch. I untied them both from her leg. Untying the bag, I turned it upside down. Four necklaces fell into my hand, each with a different charm. There was a scarlet and gold miniature lion, a blue and bronze eagle, a yellow and black badger, and a green and silver serpent. Each chain was a mixture of the charms' colors. They were beautiful, and I knew who made them.

Happy Birthday!

Hope you like the necklaces. If not, blame Hermione. She made them. As you might have figured out, something big happened, but we can't tell you. Just be on the lookout, and if you see a big black dog, don't scream. Hope we get to see you soon. Hermione's driving us crazy! N.E.W.T. year is going to be torture, worse than O.W.L.S.

Harry

And Hermione!

I laughed. My assumption was correct. Harry would never make me something this beautiful on his own.

"Hedwig, do you want something to drink?" I asked her. She hooted, so after she flew to my shoulder, I went to the bathroom, filled my hands with water,and held it up to her. She drank deeply before ruffling her feathers in thanks and taking off, leaving me to stand in the bathroom. I went back to my room and picked up the last letter. It was tiny. I opened it and read three words.

Bella,

Look behind you.

It was even shorter than the note Harry got from Sirius fifth year. Or was it fourth year? Ah, well. Trivial matters were unimportant. Great, now I'm sounding like Dumbledore. How old is that man, three hundred? I wonder if Carlisle ever met him.

Anyways, I looked at the letter, absorbing their meaning, when I heard a faint pop from behind me. I turned around and saw one of my favorite wizards.


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ASHLEY