A/N: sorry again guys I've been busy for the past two days. This chapter is HARRY'S BIRTHDAY! YAYY

Chapter 10

"Remus," Sirius called, hurrying down the stairs at the crack of dawn when he knew his friend would be up.

"What, Sirius? And shh; you might wake Harry up."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Harry's birthday is coming up in three days and I want it to be special," Sirius replied.

"You know, I was just thinking the same thing," Remus said, and the two of them smiled.

"So, we'll want to invite the Weasleys," Sirius exclaimed excitedly.

"Shh, not so loud!" Remus said.

"And Hermione," Sirius said, ignoring Remus completely.

"Don't forget Tonks and Mad-Eye," Remus added.

"This is going to be the best birthday my cub's ever had," Sirius said, smiling.

"So we want him to be completely surprised," Remus mused.

"You could take him shopping while I set up," Sirius suggested.

"He definitely needs a new wardrobe," Remus agreed.

"Make sure you're out for at least two hours, Remus."

"That'll be plenty of time, Sirius," Remus said, and they smiled again.

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Over the next couple of days, Harry noticed that Remus and Sirius would both flash him a secretive look, almost as if they were hiding something, and then they would speak to each other in hushed tones so that he couldn't hear what they were saying. It started to make him really nervous, so eventually he managed to eavesdrop on bits and parts of the conversations they would often have

"You've managed to contact them, then?" he heard Remus whisper.

"Yes, I've finished with all the arrangements," Sirius replied, and Harry instantly turned away and ran up to his room. It was quite obvious what "arrangements" they were talking about.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and check on him," Sirius said a while later. "He's been awful quiet."

"I'll come with you," Remus replied, and they walked upstairs to Harry's room.

Sirius was quite shocked to see that Harry was packing.

"And just where do you think you're going?" he asked with a smirk.

When his godson turned to him, however, his smile instantly vanished, and he went and sat next to him.

"What's wrong, cub?" he asked, wrapping an arm around his godson and looking into the tear-stained face.

"It's ok, S-Sirius," Harry sniffed. "I kn-know you d-don't want m-me around anymore."

"What?" Sirius asked, confused. "Where did you get a crazy idea like that?"

"I heard you and R-Remus t-talking," Harry's lip trembled. "I understand."

"Harry," Remus walked in. "What exactly did you hear?"

"Y-you were a-asking S-Sirius if he m-made c-contact with someone, a-and I knew you w-were t-talking about the D-Dursleys," Harry was now openly sobbing.

Sirius groaned. "Oh, Harry, no! You've got it all wrong. Listen to me, cub, we're not going to send you away, alright? I promise you we won't."

"B-but then wh-what were y-you t-talking about?" Harry asked.

"We were talking about our plans for your birthday," Remus said gently.

Harry let out a huge sigh of relief as he leaned on his godfather. That was why they'd been exchanging so many glances. It was obviously supposed to be a surprise.

"I'm so sorry you ever thought we would send you back there," Sirius murmured, holding his godson close.

"I should've known!" Harry exclaimed. "It's coming up in like, two days."

Sirius smirked. "Don't tell me you forgot all about your fifteenth birthday?"

Harry blushed. "Kind of, I've never really looked forward to it."

Remus and Sirius frowned.

"This year you'll love it," Sirius replied firmly.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I think I will."

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On the day of Harry's birthday, he woke up early.

"Happy birthday," Sirius and Remus said in unision when he walked into the kitchen.

"You and I are going to do some shopping today," Remus said.

"But, I've got clothes," Harry shook his head. The thought of Remus spending money on him when he was already poor enough was too much for Harry to take in.

"Yes, but they have holed in them, are much too large, and are not fit for you to wear," Remus replied.

"But, you haven't got much money," Harry said, biting his lip.

Remus smiled. "Don't worry about that, Harry, Sirius has given me half of what's in his vault."

"Sirius," Harry was beginning to panic, "you didn't have to do that!"

"Harry, calm down," Remus said gently.

"No! You can't go and buy me stuff, Remus, please. I'll get it myself-"

"Harry!" Sirius put a hand on his godson's shoulder. "Sit down, cub, it's alright,"

"You shouldn't have to worry about anything on your birthday," Remus said. "And it's our responsibility to buy you food and clothes."

Harry grimaced at the knowledge that he would be responsible if Remus and Sirius ran out of money.

"It's alright, Harry, we don't mind at all," Sirius said.

Harry sighed. He didn't like it, but he knew they wouldn't give in either.

"Alright," he said. "I still wish you'd at least let me pay you back."

"Sorry, cub, can't do that," Sirius said, ruffling his godson's hair.

"Now, finish your breakfast. We've got a lot of shopping to do." Remus said.

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"Go on, Harry, pick whatever you want," Remus said.

The more Harry looked, the more panicked he became. Wasn't there anything in this store that wasn't so expensive? Then he had an idea. He had plenty of gold. He could buy whatever he wanted as long as he paid for it himself. And Remus need never know.

He finally picked out a couple of plain, solid color t-shirts, a few pairs of jeans, and four new pairs of trainers.

"That'll be twelve galleons," the clerk said coolly. But before Harry could pull out the money, a hand placed the amount on the counter. Harry looked up at Remus.

"Thought you could be sneaky, eh?" Remus said as they walked out.

"I just didn't want you spending all that money on me," Harry replied.

"Harry, don't worry about it. I promise you I don't mind and neither does Sirius," Remus replied gently.

"You sure?" Harry asked.

"Positive," Remus replied, and they apparated back home.

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"Happy birthday!" Sirius, the Weasleys, Hermione, Tonks, and Mad-Eye exclaimed as Harry walked into the house.

"Oh, Sirius, Remus," Harry was in shock. Nobody had ever thrown him a party before. "You guys didn't have to do this," he smiled, hugging them both.

"No, but we wanted to," said Sirius with a smile.

"Here, Harry," Ron said, shoving a large present into Harry's hands.

"Oh, Ron, you didn't have to-"

"Save it," Ron said, smiling at his best friend.

Harry carefully unwrapped it, and beamed. Ron had gotten him a glass wizard chessboard.

"I knew you'd like it, but mum's the one who bought it," Ron said sheepishly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry smiled at her as she came up.

"You're welcome, Harry, dear," she replied, flashing him her motherly smile.

"Oh, Harry, you're gonna have to tell me the whole story of how you managed to convince Dumbledore to let you stay with Sirius, and how did you know he lived in Grimmauld Place anyway? Did he tell you? Did he-"

"Ron!" Harry said holding his hands up. "I'll tell you later."

"Now don't ask again," Mrs. Weasley said sternly as she shook her finger at Ron and placed a hand on her hip.

Sirius watched his cub carefully to see if Ron had triggered any sort of unhappiness into him. But if he was upset, he certainly didn't show it as Hermione Granger came up.

"Here, Harry," she said, holding her present towards him.

He opened it, and grimaced. "Thanks for the planner, 'Mione," he said.

Sirius and Ron burst into laughter, but stopped abruptly when Mrs. Weasley and Hermione scowled at them.

"How about ours next, Harry?" the twins said in unision as they walked up.

"Is it gonna explode in my face?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and keeping a perfectly straight face.

Sirius snorted, but Ron nodded.

"It ever hurts to check, you know," he said.

"Oh, ye of little faith," George said.

"Now, Harry," Fred began.

"Why in the world-"

"-would we give you-"

"-an exploding present?" they finished.

"I had to make sure, considering you have a way of making things explode, such as my uncle's house last year."

All of them laughed, but then Sirius stopped.

"You didn't get in trouble for that did you?" he asked.

"No," Harry replied, smiling reassuredly up at him.

Thank merlin, thought Sirius.

"Well, open it!" Fred exclaimed.

Harry did, and out came…

"Skiving Snackboxes?" he asked.

"They're snacks that'll get you out of horrible, boring classes next year." George whispered into his ear with a wink.

Harry pocketed the box. "Thanks," he said.

"No problem, just take one half of one and it'll work." Fred replied.

"And the other half will make it stop," George was smirking now.

"Here," Remus said, handing over his present.

Harry opened it and smiled. Remus had gotten him Honeydukes chocolate. "Thank you, Remus."

"Don't thank me," he smiled.

"You've got one more," Sirius held his present out.

Harry was careful with the wrappings on this one as he opened it. When he finally got it opened, he stood frozen in shock.

It was a photo album, but it didn't just have his parents on it like the one Hagrid had given him. This one had pictures of Sirius and Remus all throughout it.

He fought to get words out. "You made this for me?" he asked, looking tearfully up at his godfather.

"I didn't know what else to get you," Sirius said, feeling worried. Didn't Harry like it? "If you don't like it, I can-"

"I love it," Harry replied, clutching it to his chest. "Thank you so much!" he hugged his godfather.

"Oh, Harry, don't thank me," Sirius said with a smile as Harry fought to regain his dignity.

"This is the best birthday anybody's ever given me," he smiled up at his godfather.

"We knew you'd like it," Sirius said, and wrapped an arm around his godson, glad to have made him just a little bit happier.

A/N: This chapter, excluding this author's note, is 1,709 words long, so hopefully this makes up for the shortness of my other chapters.