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A/N: This is an 'extra scene' from my fic 'Forgotten Past'. I really suggest you read that first, or you'll be rather lost.

Timeline: Harry's first birthday after FP.

Make A Wish…

He woke up to the sun streaming into his window. For a moment he just lay there, enjoying the rather rare feeling of the sun warming his face. Then something clicked in his mind. He sat bolt upright, surprising himself with his own enthusiasm. He got out of bed, pulled on the clothes from yesterday that were still at the bottom of his bed and almost ran down the stairs, pausing only to give Hedwig a quick pat on the head.

"Good morning!" He called with a knowing smile on his face.

A group of slayers walked past him and into the living room.

"Morning, Harry." "Hey kido." "Heya!"

He faltered. Surely Dawn would have told them…

He peered into the kitchen, Dawn was there talking to Giles in a low voice.

"What you talking about?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh you know, translations, ancient Sumerians; boring stuff really. Good morning honey, did you sleep well?"

He nodded, unable to talk. She couldn't have forgotten, could she?

Giles lifted his mug, finishing his tea and putting it back on the table. "Well, I best get started on that text." He left the room, giving Harry's shoulder a quick squeeze on the way out.

Harry smiled briefly. He liked Giles, he could always be trusted to do what's best in a situation even if that was researching rather than bursting in guns a' blazing.

Dawn smiled at him. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No." He said quietly.

Dawn looked concerned. "Are you feeling okay, Harry? Why don't you go sit down in the lounge and I'll bring it through to you?" She said, with a sort of smile on her face.

"Actually I think I'll just go for a walk."

"Harry wait-"

He speed up, slamming the door behind him before she could protest. He strode down the street, turning towards the park.

Back at headquarters, Dawn was struggling to pull on her shoes.

"Damn, damn, damn." She muttered over and over again. She finally managed to get sorted, but when she went out the door, Harry had already gone. "Damn it!"

She hurried down the street, heading for the place he was most likely to go- the children's playground. She saw him quickly- there weren't many people about at nine o' clock in the summer holidays- and approached him slowly.

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Harry made a beeline for the swings. There was something about them, you could just swing back and forth, controlling your own speed and height just by swinging your legs. Of course it was easier if you had someone to push you to the top, but knowing his luck they'd forget about him and leave his there.

He sat down in one, rocking on the balls of his feet and feeling very sorry for himself. He heard someone approaching, the wood chips crunching under their feet. They sat down on the swing next to him, but he refused to look.

When the person didn't say anything, he stole a glance. It was her.

She sat staring straight ahead, trying to figure out what to say.

"I know why you're mad at me." Dawn tried.

Harry didn't say anything.

"I can't believe you thought I forgot, how could you think that?"

"Are you seriously getting mad at me because you forgot my birthday?"

"I didn't forget you're birthday!"

"Yeah, right."

"Yeah! It was meant to be a surprise! You were meant to go into the living room and everyone would be there and they'd shout and give you presents and it would be great." Dawn babbled.

Harry was quiet for a moment- deciphering what his mother had said. "You threw me a party?"

Dawn nodded. "I wanted it to be special."

"I've never had a birthday party before." He revealed.

"Yes you have, your first birthday. But you didn't really have many friends then so it was James and mine friends mainly, Neville was there though."

Harry smiled, storing the information in his mind.

"Are you ready to go back yet? Ron and Hermione will be wondering where you are."

Harry perked up. "Ron and Hermione are here?"

"Of course, they're your best friends."

Dawn got up and pulled Harry into a hug. "Happy birthday."

Harry grinned. "Thanks."

They headed back to the centre. "So who else is there?"

"Well, whichever slayers turned up, Giles, Sirius, Remus, Ron, Hermione, Buffy, Xander, Willow and probably Andrew- you know how needy he is. I think that's about it. Sorry I couldn't get more of your Hogwarts friends."

"No, that's great."

"When you go in, is there any chance you could act surprised? I mean, a lot of people have been working pretty hard to keep it a secret." Dawn said as they approached.

"I think I could manage that." He said with a grin.

Dawn flashed him a smile, before joining the rest of the guests in the living room.

Harry waited for a moment before following her in, schooling his features into a blank look. He went in and…

"SURPRISE!"

"Wow! I had no idea!"

Ron and Hermione came over. "Happy Birthday, mate."

"Did you really not know?"

"No idea." Harry said with a smile.

They handed him two neatly wrapped gifts (Mrs. Weasley must have wrapped Ron's) which he put with on the present laden table. "Are they all for me?" He asked Giles who was watching the trio with a small smile on his face. They reminded him of three other youngsters he'd met a little over fifteen years ago.

"I think your mother and aunt back dated all the birthdays they've missed." He commented with a grin. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

"Harry!"

Harry's eyes widened. "Oh no!"

A petite blond bombshell latched herself onto Harry. "How's my favourite nephew?"

"I'm your only nephew." He muttered, shooting death glares at the laughing Ron and trying to detangle himself from the slayer.

She held him at arm's length. "You're so grown up."

"Yeah, thanks Buffy." He struggled. He spotted Dawn smirking in the corner and sent her a significant look.

She came over. "Hey Buffy, can come and help me with the cake?"

"Oh, okay. We'll talk later Harry."

"Looking forward to it." He replied with a forced smile, turning back to his friends.

"I've never had a birthday cake before, not that I can remember anyway."

Ron shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know what to say when Harry started talking about his life with the Dursley's.

Hermione smiled sympathetically. "But that's all different now; Dawn would probably get you a dozen cakes if you asked her to."

"Yeah, not as big as that one though." Ron was staring as Buffy wheeled a three foot tall cake into the living room.

"Whoa." Harry said, moving forward as his friends and family began to sing.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to Har-ry, Happy Birthday to you!"

"Blow out the candles!"

"Don't forget to make a wish!"

And, for the first time in his life, Harry blew out the candles on his birthday cake. Not forgetting to make his wish.

END MINI

A/N: I've recently started my first year at University. That means that I don't really know when I'll be able to update cause I'm pretty busy right now. I promise that as soon as the next mini's written you'll get it- whenever that may be.