A/N: I am soooooooo sorry for how long it has taken me to finish and publish this chapter, peeps! I promise I'll try harder in the future, guys! please read it, review it, maybe give me a piece of your mind on the lack of publishing for soooooooooooooooo long... Luv Ya!
-Stella Scarlett Flynn


I decided I'd do something for my birthday. I'd been doing something every year since I was five. Usually, I was stay up all night and watch movies with Uncle Sam. But that can't be done here. so I guess I am just going to spend my day writing Sam and wishing that I was home.

Hermione says that I should enjoy my birthday for what it is worth, since I will never turn eleven again. She probably didn't think about Reincarnation, but that is okay because I can't really say I like the theory that we just keep being reborn over and over. 'Cause I'd probably get really sick of it.…

Anyway. I figured that all I'm going to do is keep it quiet, skip dinner and spend time writing to Sam and having the sweets he sent me (that I haven't opened yet) as my dinner. And maybe sleep in, skip my first class… That was my major plan, last night. But that was before I woke up to find a small pile of presents at the foot of my bed…and Hermione lying in wait for me. At five thirty in the morning, no less!

She smiled as soon as I was fully conscious, and then handed me a small box off the top of that pile I mentioned. I had a note taped to it from her. I read the card opened the gift (a bracelet) and moved through my other presents, most of which were from Sam.

I got a couple of things from Sam's old pal Remus Lupin, and from my solitary friend in the Muggle world, Anna. I also got this necklace, gift-wrapped from a couple of the adults I knew, like Sam's old girlfriend, and my once-babysitter, Chelsea. But most were from Sam.

The rest of the day boded pretty well, all things considered. I had homework assigned, I went to classes, had meals… but after classes let out for lunch, I went down with Hermione to Hagrid's house. I opened a present from him, and he had made me a birthday cake (excellently made, considering how he usually bakes) that the three of us shared. But after that second perk of the day, we had a double Potions block right before dinner.

In Potions, Snape was as merciless as could be, designing one of the more complicated Potions lessons in order to take up the double class and (I think he had hoped) make us late to dinner. But I wasn't going to let him make me late for my date with William Shakespeare and Sam's present--cake. Especially because of my aptitude for potion-making. I was the only one able to complete the assignment in the time given, besides Hermione (a first, esp. for me) and I was the only one who skipped out on dinner even though being on time getting out of class.

When everyone else came into the common room, I was just finishing my cake, and my homework. I didn't need that hanging over me all weekend. Harry flopped down next to me and asked, "Are you doing your homework?" I nodded.

"Are you almost done?" nod.

"Ummmmmm. Why'd you skip dinner?"

"Because I had cake and homework to be done."

"Oh…So, you had cake. Does that mean it's a special occasion?"

"No. It means today is my eleventh birthday."

He gets up and walks away, just as I finish my homework. I smiled. I love scaring people off by saying stuff like that. Y'know, stuff that makes no sense.


A/N: Read and Review, please! I love any and all comments, including ideas on where to take this story. And once again, I apologize deeply for not posting for so long. I just had no new ideas.

PS for all who're wondering, she got a Beatles tee from her bestie, a CD from her uncle's ex, and a long letter, along with some cash, from Remus Lupin (whose friendship I will elaborate on when we get to her third year of Hogwarts)…