A/N: I've found my muse! I came home for the weekend & I've decided I must've left it here because I've finally managed to write! Thanks to everyone who read & reviewed the last chapter :)

Harry glanced at his watch, squinting to read the time in the poor light. It was six o'clock in the morning and he was eleven years old, his heart gave an involuntary leap and he sprung out of bed, not even bothering to put slippers over his bare feet as they practically danced across the dusty wooden floor of his bedroom, he raced into the hallway and knocked loudly first on Sirius' door and then Remus', excitement bubbling inside him. "Wake up!"

He bounced around outside their bedrooms unable to keep still. His head span around as something gold glittered within his eye line, reflecting in the lens of his glasses, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by his godfather standing at the top of the stairs, a grin spread across his face. "Happy birthday, Harry." He grinned and allowed himself to be hugged before following Sirius down the stairs, pausing only to turn his head when a second glimmer of gold shot past him, he looked at Sirius questioningly but he just smirked and continued on his way down the stairs, childishly jumping over the banister as they neared the bottom of the stairs, Harry followed suit and Remus, standing in the doorway of the living room, looked ready to reprimand them, but instead just smiled and patted Harry's shoulder, wishing him a happy birthday.

Glancing past him Harry could see the majority of the space in the room was filled with presents of various shapes and sizes, he felt incredibly spoilt as he made his way in and sat in a large arm chair, his legs crossed, elbows resting on his knees, his head propped up on his hands. Above the fireplace was a large banner from which the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY shone out at him, changing from red to gold and back again.

He could smell a mixture of baking and chocolate and wondered if his birthday cake was being cooked at that moment in time. Sirius and Uncle Moony sat side by side on the sofa, watching Harry amusedly, waiting for him to move. He didn't. After five minutes Sirius began to roar with laughter. "Oh, go open them." Harry beamed and jumped up, throwing himself headlong into the presents.

Soon the room was a mass of wrapping paper and Harry was surrounded by all his birthday presents, Sirius surveyed him silently, he was playing with a model quidditch pitch they had purchased for him in Diagon Alley, his feet were still bare, his hair unbrushed and standing up in multiple directions, his thin rimmed glasses sat neatly on his nose, he had been unfortunate enough to inherit James' eyesight, despite having Lily's eyes, over his pyjamas he had slung his new Puddlemere United quidditch robes and he was wearing one of the gloves that had come with them. Smiling proudly he reached out to touch his godson's shoulder. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I've got another present for you."

"But you've already given me loads, you shouldn't have spent so much money…" Sirius smiled, Harry really was a good boy.

"This is from your mum and dad really, not us." Harry's breathing hitched slightly, he chewed on his lip nervously, he had many things that had once belonged to his parents, his father's quaffle, his mother's best quill set, his father's old broomstick, his mother's wand, although he would be purchasing his own, he just liked to look at it, Sirius had James' wand, perhaps that was what he would be giving Harry now. Every time he received something that had once been Lily's or once been James', it sent a stab of pain straight to his heart at the same time as it made him feel warm inside.

Sirius handed Harry a small box. Harry studied it, an odd expression on his face, well, there wasn't a broomstick in here. What could it be? He knew his parents had been buried with their wedding rings on because he had asked Sirius when he was eight and Andromeda had asked Uncle Moony to perform a charm to widen her own wedding ring. He couldn't think of anything else that could be small enough to fit within this box, slowly his small fingers opened it, just as something gold appeared in front of him again. He reached out and grabbed it quickly, looking down he saw a tiny golden snitch flittering between his fingers. Sirius smiled. "We let eleven go this morning." Harry grinned, he had been after a snitch for as long as he could remember, he pocketed it silently and returned his attention to the present Sirius had given him.

He glanced from Sirius to Uncle Moony, confused. The box contained a key, but there didn't seem to be anything special about it, it just looked like every other key he had ever seen, like the keys to the bedrooms, and they key to the front door, and the key to Uncle Moony's trunk and Sirius' wand box. "What's it for?"

"Your Gringotts vault."

"I don't have a Gringotts vault."

"It was your parents'. We decided we'd wait until you were eleven before we gave you the key, but you can't spend all the money at once, okay?"

"Can I buy my own wand?" He asked suddenly. He had been looking forward to getting his wand for months, but there was some sorrow in the back of his mind, that Sirius would be buying him his first wand, not his parents. It wasn't that he didn't love Sirius, he couldn't love him any more if he was his own father, it was just that he knew almost every other new witch and wizard would be going with their parents to purchase their first wand, not Neville though, his grandmother would be taking him, Neville had said so in his last letter, and Harry was sure that Neville wished his parents could take him too. But if Harry paid for it himself, with his money, with their money, then it would be almost, almost, like his parents had bought it for him. Sirius simply nodded and Uncle Moony rose to his feet.

"Right! Come on Mr Potter, let's get a-tidying before your party guests get here!"

"Party?"

"Of course. Not every day you turn eleven, after all."

"Who's coming? Is Andromeda coming? Is Tonks coming?" He returned the Gringotts key carefully to the box and placed it on an armchair before bouncing about excitedly, after all, no one had told him he would be getting a birthday party.

"Yes, and Neville and his grandmother. And Tonks' father, some other people too, maybe."

"You better go get dressed too, before Uncle Moony starts to panic."

"Sirius, sometimes I think you're a complete idiot."

"That's because he is." Harry said, grinning, and ducked the friendly blow Sirius aimed at his head, running up the stairs to get changed properly into his quidditch robes, determined to wear them all day.

A/N: Reviewers may be added to the guest list for Harry's party ;)