117. Birthday Presents and Will and Testament
**Harry's POV**
It's my birthday, and I am so happy!
"Nice outfit, mate" Fred smiled as he and George were behind me.
"Same as yourselves. Trying to impress a certain someone, Fred?" I smirked.
"You should know that I'm always trying to impress Mione, but sadly it doesn't work anymore since she's already impressed," Fred said.
"What about you, George?" I asked.
"Angelina's my date" George tightened his coat and I chuckled.
"Anyways, Mate, we have a present for you" Fred smiled.
"Second present of the day? Ron already gave me this book you guys gave him. I thought it would be your Mum or Hermione that would be second" I joked and they handed me the gift.
"Hey, the best friends are always second," George said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"And we are the best friends you have" Fred crossed his arms with a smile.
I opened the gift and found a huge box of Weasley Wizard Wheezes merchandise.
"An enormous box of Weasley Wizard Wheezes" Fred said.
"Best gift from your best friends" George smirked.
"Has one of each product from the shop" Fred added.
"Thanks guys. Maybe later we can shoot some fireworks with this thing" I offered with a smile.
"See, this is why," George said.
"You're our best friend" Fred had said.
"Besides Lee," George added quickly.
"You're still number one," Fred continued.
"Always will be."
"Let the Chosen One be Number One!" Fred and George ended together making me chuckle.
"You guys sure know who to make a guy have a good morning. Thanks" I said putting the gift down.
"Good morning, boys. Happy Birthday, Harry" Hermione hugged me.
"Thanks, Hermione" I smiled.
"Here's your gift" Hermione said, handing me the little bag.
I opened it to find a new Sneakoscope.
"Thanks Hermione. It's just what I need after Umbridge confiscated mine" I said remembering the old hag.
A few minutes later of gift giving, we heard a Pop.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY GODSON!" Sirius yelled happily as we found him standing on the coffee table.
"Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at him.
"Alright, alright. I'm getting down" Sirius said calmly and got off the coffee table.
"Thanks, Sirius" I hugged him with a smile.
"Oh, I haven't seen you since... I haven't seen you since last week and you still look like you're a Fifth Year when you're just a little Seventh Year" He patted my head with a baby voice.
"Hey, Sirius," Hermione, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny said together.
"Hey! How's the happy couple?" Sirius teased Hermione and Fred.
"Happy" Fred smiled.
"That's brilliant. He's the Godson's gift!" Sirius handed me a big box.
I opened the box and it exploded with confetti.
"Look! It explodes! Greatest present ever!" Sirius smiled as he patted my back. "I'm just kidding. That's not your present. Look inside."
I looked inside to find two things and Sirius picked up the first.
"The broomstick I first gave you when you were younger. I managed to save it when I found your house a mess" Sirius explained.
I picked up the other to find a penknife.
"It's an enchanted penknife!" Sirius said, trying to act surprised. "It can unlock any lock, but not all locks."
"Thanks Sirius. A gift to be useful and a gift from memories" I smiled and hugged him once more.
"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley called out.
"Oh, food" Sirius said, sounding possessed with a small smile and he walked to the kitchen slowly.
I looked at my friends and they shrugged.
"Did you make pie, Molly?" Sirius asked.
"Pie?" Mrs. Weasley asked, confused.
"You know, breakfast pie. It's a thing" Sirius said.
"Well, you're in luck. I did make pie" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Yay! Breakfast pie!" Sirius smiled as she got out the pie and he began eating it.
"Save some for me" Ron said and Sirius gave him some pie.
After breakfast, everyone, besides George, because of his missing ear but he went to help after a while, Ginny, Hermione, and I, went to go get the wedding tent ready. Hagrid came to help, as well.
Pop
**George's POV**
"Bloody hell. What's the Minister of Magic doing here?" I asked.
"Sirius, get into Padfoot form" Fred told him and Sirius changed.
"Come on. It must be for Harry" Ron said and he, Fred, and I ran inside.
"To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?" Harry asked.
"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter" Minister said. "Have a seat."
Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat on the couch and Fred and I sat on the arm chairs next to the couch. The Minister,Scrimgeour, sat in front of us.
Scrimgeour placed a folded up fabric on the coffee table.
"And this is?" Harry asked.
Scrimgeour got out a piece of paper and made it levitate so he could read it.
"Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Fred Gideon Weasley and George Fabian Weasley-"
I looked at Fred and he shrugged.
"I leave my lemon drops" Scrimgeour said and I looked at Fred confused.
What the Heck?!
"For the pranksterness within themselves, I trust that they will be fond of its true uses' ' Scrimgeour ended and he handed me and Fred each a bag of lemon drops.
This is just weird.
Scrimgeour took a lemon drop from my bag and threw it on the floor only to create small explosions that I barely even heard, but I could feel the rumble. It then created a fire that Scrimgeour put out immediately.
I looked at Fred with an amazed look like he had and we gave each other high fives.
"To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that, when things seem most dark-" Scrimgeour unfolded the fabric. "It will show him light."
Scrimgeour handed Ron the Deluminator.
"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron was amazed.
"Yes," Scrimgeour said.
"Brilliant. How does it work?" Ron asked as he flicked a switch and it put out the lights from the lanterns. He then flicked the switch again and the lights came back to the .
"Wicked" Ron smiled.
"To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive" Scrimgeour said handing Hermione the book.
"Mum used to read that to us" Fred mentioned.
"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot, Babbitty Rabbitty and the Cackling Stump..." Ron said trailing off as we all looked at him strangely. "Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty. No?"
We shook our heads slowly and Scrimgeour continued.
"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" Scrimgeour read and he handed Harry the Snitch.
Harry played with the Snitch and frowned.
Don't know, Don't care.
"Is that it then?" Harry asked.
"Not quite... Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The Sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately, the Sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact, it belongs-" Scrimgeour said but was cut off by Hermione.
Thank you, Granger! I was praying to Merlin and Godric Gryffindor that Scrimgeour was talking nonsense.
"To Harry. The Sword belongs to Harry. It came to him when he needed it in the Chamber of Secrets" Hermione said.
"The Sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor" Scrimgeour said.
So Fred and I could have used it? Dammit!
"And, in any event, the current whereabouts of the Sword are unknown" Scrimgeour said.
"Excuse me?" Ron asked.
"The Sword is missing," Scrimgeour said. "I don't know what you're up to, Mister Potter, but you can't fight this war on your own."
No he can't!
"I best be off" Scrimgeour said and he headed to the door when he ran into Padfoot.
"Interesting Dog" Scrimgeour said looking at us.
"He's ours," Fred said quickly.
Scrimgeour nodded and left.
After a few seconds, Padfoot became Sirius.
"What the Bloody Hell were you doing?" Ron asked.
"I thought he left!" Sirius defended himself. "And I think I had fleas..."
