Everyone was fast asleep in their new secluded home, well everyone except Harry and Addison. They could hear the waves crashing against the island and the storm outside was far too loud to block out, they had no idea how the Dursley's could sleep so peacefully.

Dudley was sleeping on the couch next to where Harry and Addison lay on the ground on their stomachs. Harry was in the process of drawing a birthday cake and was just adding the candles, as Addison watched silently with a sad smile.

Just as he finished, Dudley's watch beeped to signal that it was midnight and Harry turned to Addison.

"Make a wish, Addie."

"Make a wish, Harry." She copied.

They both turned to the cake drawn in the dust and blew. At exactly that moment, the door was struck, waking Dudley. It was struck again and the lock shoogled. Again, the hinges came loose. Again, the hinges gave way. Again, Petunia and Vernon made their way down the steps, a shot gun in his hand. Again, the door caved in.

At first, the twins scrambled back in fear at the appearance of a huge man, but visibly relaxed as he tucked his umbrella in his coat and said,

"Sorry 'bout that." He said, picking the door up and putting it back in place.

"I demand that you leave at once. You are breaking and entering!" Vernon shouted, trying to keep up his tough facade.

"Dry up, Dursley, you great prune." He said, bending the gun - with great strength - that was pointed at him. It fired and everyone jumped in fright, except the exceptionally large man. He walked off as if it was nothing and turned with a friendly smile to Dudley. "Boy, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry. You're a bit more along than I would 'ave expected, especially in the middle." He said, pointing to his stomach. "Where's your sister?"

"I-I-I'm not H-Harry." Dudley barely managed.

"I-I am." Harry said, stepping out from his hiding space.

"Well, of course you are." He said and then leaned forward and peered round the corner Harry had come from, looking at Addison. "Ah, there you are, Addison." He smiled and then motioned in front of him where Harry stood. "Don't worry, you can come out."

She looked hesitant but stood next to her brother.

"Got something for you." He said. "Afraid I might have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll taste fine all the same." He handed them a white box with a blue ribbon. "Baked it myself, words and all."

Addison untied the ribbon and Harry lifted the lid, to reveal a birthday cake with pink icing and green lettered icing that read,

'Happee Birthdae Harry 'an Addie.'

"Thank you." They said together.

"It's not everyday your young man and young lady turn eleven, is it, eh?" He smiled and then turned to Addison.

"I tried to fit it all in, but I couldn't squish your 'ole name in, I'm so-"

"That's okay, I prefer Addie anyway." She smiled. "Thank you."

"You do? Well, guess it all worked out then." He said, immediately brightening back up. He then sat on the couch and brought out his umbrella and pointed it at the fire. Balls of fire lurched from it and light the wood in flames.

Harry and Addison stood, mesmerized with the fire that was created so shockingly.

It was certainly safe to say that this was their most interesting birthday yet, not that the others were anything worth comparing.