***

"Harry?" Hermione said as she lightly shook him, "Wake up. What's wrong? Why are you so sweaty?"

Harry pushed away his hair and asked, "Was I sleeping?"

"Yes, you were. We were talking and you dozed off out of nowhere when your scar was hurting. Ron wanted to wake you, but we stopped him."

"Well," shrugged Ron, "It seemed you were dreaming something unpleasant."

"I was, but I don't remember what it was about. I just know it was something odd."

"Does it have to do with you-know-who?" Hermione asked as she sat on the bed. "Maybe your seeing what he is seeing, again."

"No, Hermione. It's different this time. It's like I'm there watching what's happening, but I don't know what is going on. I just can't seem to remember."

"Don't worry about it, Harry." Ron handed him his parcel.

Harry opened it and found a reddish linen bag with the Gryffindor lion embroidered on one side. "Thanks, Ron. I'll use it from now on. Very handy indeed. I almost forgot my broom when we were coming over here. I think uncle Vernon will like how inconspicious my broom will become."

"No problem, mate."

"Open mine." Ginny jumped on the bed as she handed Harry her bag. It was a small sweater that even she could fit.

"What on earth, Ginny. That won't even fit you." Ron looked at her as if she were insane.

"Don't be silly, Ron. That isn't for Harry to wear. It's for Hedwig."

"Oh, please. I bet you Harry didn't know what it was."

"Yes, of course I knew." he shock his head at Ron when Ginny wasn't looking. "It's very lovely, thank you."

"See, Ron. I told you."

"Sure he knew."

"That's quite enough." Hermione grabbed her gift from the night stand and handed it to Harry. "I found it in this book store in Bristol when we went on holiday to my parents estate. I don't know why it was in a Muggle store." It was a book that was tattered on the sides. It was titled, The Early History of Witchcraft in the English Empire. He flipped through a few pages and stopped at a portrait. It was of a man with a black eyes and hair. He had a thin beard and mustache that looked well on his young face.

Lord Orlando O. Burlington of the kin Berg, the area known as Manchester now, was born in the year 1656 to an established Muggle family. Lord Antoine and Lady Elaine Burlington , both Muggles, are said to be related to Salazar Slytherin by Lady Elaine's mother, Lady Ingrid who was a famous witch for establishing a sanctuary for poverty stricken wizards. Burlington was observed as a young child to posses great magical powers that his mother hid as she feared the church for in this time the inquisition was still taking its toll on Europe. Burlington became a master swordsman who before learning his powers, was to become commandeer of the kings fleets in the Americas. But Burlington was finally chosen to be the guardian of the carrier for the rest of his life.

"Are you sure this is true? The pictures don't even move." Harry scratched his temple.

"That was something that was bothering me until," she raised her wand and said, "unsuspendo." Burlington's ebony eyes sparkled as they looked gently at Harry and then looked downward, "I figured the charm and there is an inscription on the inside of the front cover." She turned the book towards that place which read:

To my little Thorn,

I know how much you love books and so I give thy this lovely book. It reminded me so much of you as you will see why. I am glad that you are not agree at me anymore for what I did to your sister's boyfriend. Even though I will not be at Hogwarts next year, I hope that you do not forget me. Good luck on the Quidditch final even though you are playing against my house.

Love,

Your Vamp

"Whoever owned this book before went to Hogwarts." Hermione smiled.

"Thank you, Hermione. I think this will be a good read."

"I really do hope you do read it. I read most of it. I had to put it down for another book I bought."

"Come on, Milvia. Give him the box." Ginny said as she shoved it towards Milvia.

She did so. At first, Harry could not make out what the box contained, but suddenly it popped open. It contained many tiny bottles filled with different colored liquids. Harry picked one of a light yellow shade which read: Sunrise Elixir: To wake an unconscious individual, give them one drop of the potion. Should be given alone and do not mix with other elixirs.

"They're different potions I've made. Useful to have them handy."

Hermione picked a violet vial. "Where did you get all the ingredients? To make this one you need an herb that has been extinct for a long time."

"Well, father has these things at home. The vault is full of things. Mrs. Figg gets the rest of the ingredients when I run out."

"And your father allows you to make Deadly Night Shade?" Hermione raised one of her eyebrows and put the vial back in place.

"Well, it isn't like he cares much about anything."

"I see. I think you will do well in potions if this is truly perfected potions."

"I wouldn't count on it if she ends up in Gryffindor." Ron said as he looked through the box.

"Well, I hope so. I'm probably be taking charms, transfiguration, and defense against the dark arts. But I really want to take Muggle weaponry, basic remedies, brew, and potions. Hope we end up in the same classes."

"Those are all the classes I want to take, except for Muggle weaponry, of course." Hermione said surprised as she pushed away a strand of her from her face.

"Well, all I know is that I want to take the Muggle weaponry class, too." Ron rubbed his eyes.

"Thank you for the present, thought. I think that this is such a unique gift."

"As a prefect, I don 't think that some of these are allowed at Hogwarts."

"Oh, shut it, Hermione. I'm a prefect and you don't hear me saying anything."

***

That afternoon, Mrs. Weasley's voice was heard uttering, "Come, sit," she gently gesticulated at the youths, "I want everyone seated for dinner." Mrs. Weasley was extremely happy that her husband was returning from a trip that he had to take for the ministry. She laid the dishes filled with hot food and a chocolate cake with happy birthday harry in red frosting written on top. Everyone sat except for Ginny who was helping her mother. As soon as everything was laid, Mrs. Weasley looked up at her family clock and exclaimed, "He's almost home." Almost as soon as her words had left her lips, the door opened and it was Mr. Weasley. He smiled brightly at his wife as he said his hellos to everyone.

"Arthur," Mrs. Weasley said in her calm voice, "how was work and everything?"

"Oh, not too bad, not at all. Yesterday, we went over to Liverpool."

"Really, Arthur, that's far from here."

"Yes, well, you see there was this Muggle who had a . . ."

He stopped. He took his glasses and wiped them on his coat. He was intently looking at Milvia almost as if he couldn't believe her presence. His expression seemed to have recognized Milvia, but yet he seemed quite surprised by her presence. "Molly, dear, this one isn't ours because she isn't a redhead, yet she is so familiar. Don't tell me that's who I think it is."

Mrs. Weasley turned to her husband and said, "Seriously, Arthur, sometimes I think you are quite not there. Don't you remember the twins? Rosemary's twins? We were there, Arthur, don't you remember? It was your idea, remember? Really, Authur, it does not become you to be so forgetful."

He nodded his head slowly and then shook it twice as fast. "How could I forget. Milvia, is it?""

"Yes, Mr. Weasley."

"My, how has time passed. It was like yesterday when Rosemary and Lily where visiting us with James and . . ."

"That's quite enough, Arthur. Don't get worked up, dear. You must be exhausted after your trip. Remember that we mustn't speak of things that we shouldn't muddle in at this point."

"Yes, of course. How silly of me to forget. Well, let's eat, then. What's for dinner?"