After a small amount of sleep, the house woke up and prepared for another event, Harry's seventeenth birthday. Or at least, Bill and Molly did. At each mention of today, Harry got a sinking feeling. If you wanted to get technical, Harry wasn't 17, he was 6. When he had originally gotten mixed up with the Digidestined, it had resulted in his death and rebirth. Everyone else however, didn't know and it pained Harry to keep his second mother and Bill from the truth.

However, it soon became apparent that even those who knew were celebrating his birthday with good cheer, Quidditch, and good cheer. Around eleven, guests started to arrive from all around the world, starting with Hermione, her bandaged hand causing a great deal of fuss from Ms. Weasley. Marcus, Kristy, and Spencer showed up next, all with large smiles on their faces. Kari's group arrived next, looking dead on their feet from a plane flight from Albania. Miki, Megumi, and Sampson were next, shortly followed by Ken's team. Around four, Sara and the Tamers walked in, closely followed by Minerva. Finally, the Malfoys, Pansy, Homer, Yoshi, Thomas, and Arthur Weasley showed up.

At seven, the cake was set up outside and everyone was ready to celebrate but they were interrupted by a few more visitors; Luna, Una "Fell" Arbory, Neville Longbottom, and Lavender Brown. Everyone sat down and Fell handed Harry a present, a silver whistle before leaving. Then, everyone sang to Harry and the group passed out presents.

Luna had drawn Harry a picture of him and split it into thirds, each third coming together to show all his transformations in one face. Neville and Lavender had each gotten Harry an ornate knife to go with his Zanpakuto and Molly had gotten him a watch. Finally, Draco handed Harry a book of martial arts forms and Pansy passed over a bow and arrows she had made herself.

Somehow, Lucius Malfoy had wound up next to Arthur Weasley and while everyone ate their cake, the two were locked in a staring contest. After everyone was done eating, other gifts were handed to Harry for him to unwrap later. As the night went on, Harry was interrupted by the presence of the current Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. "Well I see I am interrupting something." The man said.

Yoshi and Homer froze but Harry stood up, "Hello sir, was there something we could help you with?"

"I have come reguarding the will of Albus Dumbledore." The lion-faced man said.

"But Dumbledore has been dead for months, why?" Harry asked.

Scrimgeour rubbed his eyes for a moment before speaking up, "Though we mean no disrespect to Dumbledore's memory, things have been rather complicated and many things have been pushed back. In addition, we had to examine the items left to you as they are most… unusual."

Harry frowned as the man asked Ron to come with him. "I don't think so. If you have something to say, say it now."

"Very well. Were you close to Dumbledore, Ronald?"

"No. I was always preoccupied with other matters."

"If you weren't that close," Scrimgeour said, ignoring Hermione's look of horror, "Why would he have remembered you in his will?"

At this, Ron's mouth dropped open, "Are you sure you read that right?"

The man pulled out a sheet of paper and quickly read, "The last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore… There it is, To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it." At this, Scrimgeour took a silver cigarette lighter from a bag and passed it to Ron. "This is a valuable object, it may even be unique. Certainly if it is of Dumbledore's own design. Why would he have left you an item so rare?"

Ron stared at it. "What is it?"

Scrimgeour blinked and then spoke up, "It's an object with the power to extinguish or restore light with one click."

"Well I have been in a few situations where this would have been handy, maybe he thought I'd appreciate it?"

Scrimgeour sighed and then turned back to the will, "To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hopes that she will find it entertaining and instructive."

"Well I can see why he'd leave me a book. I'm the top student and I'm famous for being unable to keep away from books." Hermione said as she was handed a book.

"But why this one?"

"Maybe he thought I needed music lessons?"

Scrimgeour looked at her to see if she was serious and then spoke up, "To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill."

As soon as the yellow ball was placed in his hand, Harry turned his head. Before Scrimgeour could question him, the group heard Harry start to cry. After a few minutes, the beast looked up, his eyes red from tears, "I'm sorry, I just…"

"Do you know why-"

"No. I-I was a great Seeker but… I don't know why he would give me this. W-was that it?"

"He also left you the sword of Godric Gryffindor."

"What!?" Harry roared. "I can see why you didn't give it to me, I don't want it though."

Scrimgeour stared at Harry with an open mouth before proceeding. "To Kanbara Takuya, I leave my Penseive in the hopes that he will find inner peace as well as an ability to focus on those things most important."

At this, Takuya roared with laughter. "I know exactly why he'd leave me a Penseive. I have a habit of looking like I have a lot on my mind."

Though he tried not to, Scrimgeour couldn't help but laugh at the strange boy's answer. After composing himself once more, he read out one of the most shocking parts of the will, "To Miss Petunia Opal Dursley, I leave my best cauldron in the hope that she will be able to touch the world she longs for with it and remember that the greatest bonds are those of family."

As she was handed the cauldron, tears fell from Petunia's cheeks, "Th-this is mine now? M-my very own cauldron? I've only met him a few times but I never thought he'd remember that I always wanted to go to Hogwarts."

"To Dudley Vernon Dursley, I leave the first spellbook I wrote in the hopes that he will remember that Hogwarts will always be open to him, even when the doors refuse to open."

Dudley thumbed through the book he was given before speaking, "I wonder why he said the doors would be closed? I met him once but I never thought he'd leave me anything."

The man turned to Harry, "We would like your help with something."

"I'm busy."

At this, Scrimgeour's face went red, "I am not Dumbledore, allowing you to be insubordinate."

"I don't know where you get your information but I have very little to do with Dumbledore. My goal is to finish school and take down Voldermort then maybe get a job at the Ministry. Unfortunately, I need to be at school to do this although you would give me a good education. I apologize if I come off a bit rude but I've only just arrived here this morning."

Scrimgeour turned to leave before noticing Lucius Malfoy. Seeing Malfoy, Scrimgeour froze before speaking up, "Sir, I need you to come with me."

Draco got up and ran over to the man, "Why? Yes, he is, was a Death Eater and we've been on the run because of it but please don't tear my family apart. He hasn't spoken to Voldermort in months because of me! If you ever had a family," At this, Draco started crying, "If you ever had a family, please don't take him away from me."

Scrimgeour froze, "Months? Well I must be returning to the Ministry." With a sweep of his cloak, Scrimgeour vanished.