Harry was once more hating the summer holidays. This summer had brought about changes some which she liked. Her school things were in her room instead of being locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Hedwig had free roam able to fly in and out of the window which Harry had left open due to the heat. Harry had even been able to complete her homework all thanks to her little friend. Dobby. Dobby had visited her last year in the summer holidays warning her of a great plot happening at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy's father Lucius Malfoy had planted an old diary into her friend's cauldron. The diary had belonged to a boy known as Tom Riddle. Harry knew him better as Lord Voldemort. He has possessed her friend Ginny Weasley into doing horrid things. Killing roasters, writing threatening messages on walls. Setting a giant snake out on students they were lucky no one had been killed by this creature. Harry almost would have if it hadn't been for Fawkes her Professor's phoenix. Somehow she managed to defeat Voldemort again saving her most recent friend. Dobby, on the other hand, had been free due to her Quidditch sock being stuffed into the diary. Harry had tried to return the diary to its rightful owner Mr Lucius Malfoy. Which had been due to Dobby's not so subtle hints while Mr Malfoy had been talking with Professor Dumbledore So Lucius Malfoy had given the diary to Dobby to dispose of and landed up losing his servant instead. Dobby the House elf was free to do as he pleased. Which now meant working for Harry.

Her aunt and uncle were terrified of the small elf. Dobby had brought about well almost all of the changes, Harry was now getting square meals each day, due to the fact the elf didn't think what her aunt was giving her was good enough. There was no longer locks on the outside of her door nor was there sight of the cat flap and Harry had access to the Wizardry world that she had never had before. Dobby was able to collect books and things for her and she hadn't even stepped out into the magical world. It was brilliant. They would often sit researching books tearing theories apart. The problem was Harry hadn't found a single one on Ancient Magic yet. The main difference other than her school things and Hedwig being in her room was Dobby's small bed, placed in the corner of the room.

Then there were the changes Harry didn't like so much, instead of locks being on the outside of her bedroom door, she had one on the inside instead. To keep the Dursleys out, mainly to keep her uncle and cousin from barging into her room. This summer had brought about change to Harry and it wasn't just her hair style.

Harry had grown her hair out during the summer so it was now shoulder length, she had a fringe that swept to the side instead as well. Making sure it still covered her scar. None of these changes bothered Harry no it had been her physical appearance. Her whole body had changed, she was no longer flat chested and had an hour glass figure curves. It made Harry feel very awkward and self-conscious about herself. So she really didn't want anyone barging into her room what so ever. It also meant that quite embarrassingly she had to send Dobby out shopping for her until she could get to Diagon Alley herself.

Harry had been lying on her bed reading through another book by torchlight. Harry closed the book shut with a snap. Dumbledore had said the theories of ancient magic were writing but Harry was not finding any. Yet her mother had used this kind of magic to save her from a deadly curse. Why wasn't Harry finding the theories it was just so frustrating. Harry rubbed her eyes nudging her reading glasses off her face. She smiled at the sight of Dobby snoozing peacefully in the corner. Harry placed the book on her bedside table, the luminous clock shone with the time. It was one o'clock in the morning. Harry had been thirteen years old without even realising it. Through the open window soared three owls, two of them holding up the third. They landed on Harry's bed with a soft flump. It seemed her friends hadn't forgotten her birthday. Harry recognised the unconscious owl at once - his name was Errol and belonged to the Weasley family. One of them, the large snowy female, was her own owl, Hedwig. The third she didn't recognise but she knew where it had come from because it was carrying a letter bearing the Hogwarts crest.

Harry placed Errol in Hedwig's cage to recuperate and the school owl flew back out of her bedroom window. Hedwig flew across the room to join Errol. Harry grabbed the largest package first. A Birthday card, some letters and a few presents inside. She tore one of the letters open. A piece of paper fell out, it was a news-paper cutting.

MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRICE
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office at the Ministry of Magic,
has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw.
A delighted Mr Weasley told the Daily Prophet that they would be spending the gold on
a summer holiday in Egypt where their eldest son, Bill works as a curse breaker. The Weasley family
will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts,
which five of the Weasley children attend.

Attached was a moving photograph of all the nine Weasleys waving furiously at her. Ron's pet rat Scabbers had been perched on her friend's shoulder. She couldn't think of anyone better or who deserved to win the pile of gold more than the Weasleys.

Harry picked up the letter, the first was from Ron.

Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! It's brilliant here in Egypt. Bill's taken us around the tombs and you wouldn't believe the curses
those old Egyptian wizards used. Hermione and you would love it.
I couldn't believe it when dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons!
Most of it's gone on this holiday, but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year.
We'll be back about a week before term starts and we'll be going to London to get
my new wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there? Try and come to London,
Ron

P.S. Percy's Head Boy. He got the letter last week.

Ginny's letter was next.

Dear Harry
Ron and George told me they were writing to you for your Birthday so I had to write too. Happy Birthday!
Hope you have a lovely day and I can't wait to see you, so we can have a girly catch up.
I love my brothers but I'm running out of things to tease them back with, I'm in urgent need of some backup.
Your friend
Ginny.

The last letter had to be from George, Harry smiled when she read the first line.

Dear Princess
Happy Birthday. Sorry that we couldn't keep our promise of coming to rescue you this year.
So I thought you may like your own version. It's not as good as the real one and you can't fit in it.
But I hope it brightens up your day!.
Egypt is amazing and I'm rather enjoying spending the time here. Missing you though.
Hope the Muggles aren't giving you a hard time.
Your Charming Prince.
George.

The presents were interesting Ron had sent her a Sneakoscpe. It was meant to light up and spin when there's someone untrustworthy around. Ginny has sent a handmade friendship bracelet. Harry giggled at George's present though, he had sent her a toy version of the flying car they had rescued her in last year. Harry watched it whiz around her bedroom landing onto her desk.

Harry picked up the parcel Hedwig had brought. A present and card with a letter too, this time from Hermione.

Dear Harry
Happy Birthday. I do hope you're alright.
I'm on holiday in France at the moment and I wasn't sure how I was going to send this to you - but the Hedwig turned up! Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he's learning loads ...

Hermione must have been talking about a different Ron because there was no way Ron would learn anything whilst on holiday.

I'm really jealous - the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating. Ron says he's going to be in London
the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? Will your aunt and uncle let you come?
I really hope you can. If not I'll see you on September first.
Love from
Hermione.

Hermione had sent Broom Servicing Kit. Harry picked up the last parcel. she recognised the untidy scrawl on the brown paper at once. Hagrid had sent her a book called The Monster Book of Monsters. Before she even got a chance to open it, it went to snap her fingers. The book was thrown into her trunk with a thud. She'd rather keep her fingers. Harry reached for Hagrid's card.

Dear Harry
Happy Birthday!
Think you might find this useful for next year. Won't say no more here.
Tell you when I see you next.
Hope the Muggles are treating you right.
All the best
Hagrid.

Why would a biting book be useful to her? Her Hogwarts school letter had come with Hagrid's present. It was thicker than normal, the first page had the books she would be needing for her school year. The next was a piece of parchment, a permission slip so she visit the village of Hogsmeade as third years were permitted to do so. How was she going to get this signed, Harry wondered.

'Mistress should be sleepings.'

'Sorry Dobby, I was going to bed honest, until the owls came that is.'

'It is her Birthday so Dobby's let Harry off. Dobby has a present.'

The elf took out from under his bed a badly wrapped gift. It was a tatty old book but the title of it caught her attention immediately Ancient Studies: The Lost Arts.

Dobby this is brilliant, thank you.'

'It took Dobby ages to finds it. But finds it Dobby did. Dobby thought about giving to Harry sooner but then Dobby remembers Mistresses Birthday.'

'Now if I could only get my permission slip signed - wait actually Dobby could you do something for me, without being seen?'