~excerpt from Harry Potter's journal~Titled You'll Never Know~
Harry walked into Mrs. Figg's house. It was nice and neat and there were fewer cats.
"Now dear, why don't you sit your bag in here," she told him.
"No, I need to look at a few things," he told her.
"Oh, well Ok," she said smiling.
Harry sat on the couch and opened his bag. He pulled out Ron's gift first. It was a bag of candy and a book about qudditch. He then opened one of the other packages Pig had been carrying. It was from the Weasley twins, Fred and George. It was plenty of joke things to last him a while.
Mrs. Figg glanced over at him. Harry quickly shoved all the gifts back in the bag. He then pulled out another package. This one had in A History of the Dark Arts. Harry couldn't figure out who would give him that, so he read the letter. It said:
Dear Harry,
I thought you might want to read up on this, because, as you understand, of the upcoming events. Of course I must agree with Mr. Fudge. These events seem highly unlikely. As a matter of fact, I don't understand what all the fuss is about. Well, I must, of course, be going. With my new job, I'm afraid I don't have too much free time on my hands.
Sincerely,
Percy Weasley
Harry smiled. He remembered last years events though, and his smile vanished.
"So dear, tell me, when are you going shopping for your school supplies?" Mrs. Figg asked smiling.
"Er..."
"Well, I might as well take you to London," she said as she picked up her purse.
"Er...Um..."
"Come on now!"
Harry followed her to the car. He sat down on the passenger side. She started to drive, Harry shifted slightly.
"Er..."
"We're here!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she pulled into a parking lot.
"Er..."
Instead of going into the store, she started to walk up the street. She got to the end of it, and turned. She went over to the old shack on the right side of her. She then opened the door. It was pitch black inside, but Harry knew it was the Leaky Cauldron.
Suddenly, many colored lights filled the room.
"Surprise!" Harry jumped back. There stood all his friends. Beside Hermione, there was a black dog. But, Harry knew it wasn't really a black dog. It was his godfather, Sirius Black. Harry smiled. He then turned to Mrs. Figg.
"Er...excuse me for asking but...um...how did you...?"
"Well, Harry, ever here of an Arabella Figg?" Harry's mind scanned over all the names in his head.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore said that you were part of the old crowd."
Mrs. Figg smiled. "Why yes, I was. Your mother and I were rather good friends, now, go on! Go to the people your own age. And yes," she began to whisper. "I know of Snuffles."
Harry turned. Music began to play.
"Harry, do you want to dance?"
Harry turned. There stood Cho Chang. She was paler than usual, but other than that, she was smiling.
"Er...I'm kinda hungry, and well, can I dance with you later?"
"Of course!" Cho hurried off.
"Hey Potter," a drawing voice said behind him. "Happy...um...Birthday." Harry turned. There was none other than Draco Malfoy, and in his hands was a red velvet cake. He threw it and Harry ducked.
"Revercio!" said a voice, and the cake plunged toward Malfoy.
Harry looked up to see who had done it. It was his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Remus Lupin.
"Wow, everyone must be here!" He said sniggering at the same time.
"Yes, even your best friend Draco happened to show up," Remus replied grinning.
"Oy Harry! Professor Lupin! That was the best thing I ever saw!" Ron was running towards them, but he slipped on some cake icing. Harry doubled over laughing!
"Harry! Oh Happy..." Hermione had been running towards him, but had also slipped on the icing. She landed on Ron, and they both got up blushing.
"Oh...my...god! That...was-was...even better...than..." Harry was taking gasps, but couldn't control himself and once again doubled over laughing. Hermione looked at Ron. He was covered in white icing with specks of red all over him. Ron looked at Hermione. The same thing had happened to her. They each understood then what was so funny, and did the same as Harry.
"Um, Harry? Could you cancle our plans to dance later? I don't feel too well," Harry turned to look at Cho. Harry understood immediatley. She hadn't gotten over Cedric Diggory yet. Harry could see why. If a girlfriend of his had been murdered by the dark-lord, he would never get over it.
"Yes, I understand," he said, and he truly meant it.
"Alright, good-bye, and Happy Birthday," she handed him a gift. She turned then, and walked off.
"Harry? You could dance with me," said a small voice beside him. He turned and saw Ginny staring up at him.
"OK, Ginny," he said.
A slow song came on and they began to dance. At that moment, Harry realized he had feelings for Ginny. Even the smallest ones. This night had been full of Surprises, and now there had been one more!
He opened the gift from Cho later that night. It was a tiny Firebolt. It had a boy flying on it. The boy was him. He had the snitch in his hands and he was smiling broadly. The other part of the gift was a real snitch, but it was frozen so it couldn't move until you wanted it to. He could play quidditch whenever he wanted to, and now seemed like the right time. So, he got out his firebolt, which had been in his bag, and got everyone who wanted to play outside. It was his best birthday ever!