Chapter 2 Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
by:WHKgirl

A/N: Okie dokie then, so this is an authors note. Well, now that you all know that I have no clue what I'm doing, TO THE DISCLAIMER!! *holds up arm and points finger*

Disclaimer: KK peeps, no need to worry, I'm not stealing J.K. Rowlings wonderful, beautiful, ________ { insert adjective of your choice} artwork/Harry Potterness. Don't sue me. It all belongs to her ( I hope).

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Chapter 2 Harry's Birthday

Harry walked along the hall towards Dudley's room, the thought of the owl lingering in the back of his head. When he reached the room, he slowly opened the door, noticing a gross smell. He glanced at the sheets, but at once he wished he hadn't because what greeted him was a sheet half on, half off, the bed, covered in yellow stains. Harry walked over to the bed, shut his eyelids tight, and grabbed hold of the sheet by the only white spot left. He dropped it into a hamper that had been placed there to bring down the soiled sheets. When the sheets were finally in the hamper, he grabbed it and hauled it down the stairs to the washer and dryer. He loaded the sheets into the washer and put the rest of the box of soap into it, then pressed the ' on' button.
As he walked down the hall, a horrifying thought struck him. What if he couldn't go over the Weasleys? Dumbledore had said that there was some kind of protection around the Dursleys, and now that Voldemort was rising, he might not be able to go!
'But couldn't Dumbledore just put a spell around the Weasleys?' Harry wondered. During his train of thought, he bumped into something.
"Watch it boy!" Uncle Vernon barked.
"Oh, sorry." Harry replied without a sideways glance.Vernon walked away huffily, obviously in a bad mood.
Harry reached his room a short while later, looking around for the owl that had hit him. It was on top of Harry's bed now, looking very comfortable. Harry noticed that it was Errol, the Weasleys old owl, but he looked much younger and healthier now than the last time he'd seen him. Carefully taking off the package on Errol's leg, he carried her to the cage of his owl, Hedwig. She took a drink from the water bowl and soared out the window. Harry ripped the paper off of the package and sat down on his bed. A piece of parchment fell out.

Dear Harry,
How are you? I hope the muggles are treating you alright. Dad said he's going to ask Dumbledore if you can come stay with us because he thinks you'd be safer with five full grown wizards and witches on the lookout for you. Mums fed up with the muggles so she doesn't even care if you ask them or not, but I think you should so they aren't TOO mean to you next year. Guess what?? When Charlie and Bill came home, they built a small quidditch pitch out back, with those muggle repellent things, too! I'm going to send Pig to you with your present because I think he felt left out when I used Errol instead of him, so it will probably come after this letter, ok? Don't think I forgot your birthday or anything.

Your best friend,
Ron

P.S.
I'll send Pig or Errol with Dumbledore's news. Hope to see you soon!

Harry smiled happily to himself and put down the letter. He got up and walked over to the window, gazing out, looking for Hedwig or Pigwideon. As he was watching, an unfamiliar owl went flying over the house across the street. As it neared 4 Privet Drive, Harry saw it to be an eagle owl, like the one Malfoy had. A letter was clutched in its beak and a box tied to its leg. Harry backed away, to make room for the owl, and it soared through his window.
Stepping forward, Harry removed the letter and small box from the eagle owls beak and leg. First, he read the letter.

Dear Harry,
How are you? I heard that Ron is going to ask you and me to come stay at his house during the last two weeks of summer. I do hope you're going. Remember when Victor asked me to visit him in Bulgaria? Well, Mum wouldn't let me go!! She said that 'young ladies shouldn't be staying over 17 year old boys houses, especially if they're in Bulgaria!!'. I couldn't believe it!! She was being almost just like Ron!! I tell you, Ron sure is happy about it! When I told Victor I couldn't go, he said he was heartbroken! How sweet is that?? But back to the subject, he sent me this beautiful eagle owl! He is sooooo sweet! He said he might be travelling with the quidditch team this summer and that his owl didn't like travelling anyway and that the best candidate to keep him was me! I just think that is the sweetest thing! Don't you?? Well, I'm sorry I've talked about myself so much, please sent my owl back with a letter, maybe even a suggestion for this beautiful owls name, and I do hope you like your present. Victor said after seeing you fly, this seemed like the only thing we could get for you! And I agree! I hope you like it! See you soon!

Love always,
Hermione

Harry reached for the box. Inside, another letter fell out and ten little slips of parchment. Again, Harry read the letter first.

Dear Harry,
How are you? This is Victor Krum, Hermiones friend. We have been keeping in contact over the summer, and she once asked me what I thought she should get you for your birthday. Well, after seeing the way you fly, I thought you would be a big fan of quidditch. Hermione said you were, and that you play for the Gryffindor house team. She also said that you had a Firebolt. When you finish reading this letter, another box will pop up. I'm sure that you will be able to guess what it is right away, though I will not tell you. Also, there is the ten tickets to a quidditch game, Bulgaria against England. I got ten from the sales people at the stadium, and I expect you , Hermione, and Ron to be there. Invite others, too. Goodbye for now, Harry Potter.

Sincerely,
Victor Krum

Harry picked up the tickets and read them to himself. "Wow, Bulgaria against England, August 20th, English National Quidditch Stadium...." he drifted into a daydream about himself flying around with the teams when all of a sudden, a small owl hurtled through the window. Harry ducked out of the way just in time to catch a glimpse of Pig with a big package tied to his leg. Again, Harry ducked, but this time he put up his hands to catch Pig. 'As easy as catching a snitch' thought Harry smugly. As soon as he stood up, Hedwig swooped through the window. She headed straight for her water bowl even though she had a package on her leg.
Quickly untying the package from Pig's leg, Harry went over and took the package off Hedwigs leg, too. He dropped the packages onto his bed and tried to decide which he should open first, but something caught his eye in the corner of his room. It was a long box. Harry went to open it.
It felt light, but important, somehow. He shook it, but it didnt make much of a noise. Finally, he opened it. It was wrapped in tissue paper, which he also stripped it of. Out rolled a broomstick.
A Firebolt 2001!! Harrys heart jumped. He didn't even know there was a Firebolt 2001! 'Maybe Ron's wrong, I think he is a nice guy!!!' Harry thought. He put the broomstick inside the loose floorboard so Uncle Vernon wouldn't find it. He finally opened the last two presents.
The first one was from Ron, like he said. It was a seven keyhole trunk, like the one Moody had. The other one was a big bag full of pranks, from Fred and George. There was also a letter.

Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!!! We wanted to thank you for giving us that bag of galleons, and what better way than to send you a big bag full of pranks!! Don't worry, we bought Ron some new dress robes, blue, well, he'll probably want to tell you himself, so thank you!!!!! We owe you lots of coupons for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!!!!!! Hope to see you soon!!

In your service forever,
Feorge and Gred

"BOY!! DINNER!!" hollered Vernon from the bottom of the stairs. Harry went to dinner happier than he had been all summer.

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A/N: KK, if this is wrong, don't blame me. Blame Spazzomatic Me. Again. Because its always her fault. Even when the lamb eating ovens attack. Okie dokie, well, its like midnight so buh byerz c ya soon {hopefully}have a nice life!! Please review!!!