He opened Ron's package. It was a poster of the Chudley
Cannons. Harry smiled and put it aside.
He took Hermione's letter and read:
Happy Birthday! I'm at Durmstrang right now. I didn't want to tell Ron because I know
he'll make fun of me. Anyway, Viktor
helped me pick this one out. Don't
worry, I'll be at the Burrow this holiday too, I have only got a few more days
left here. Well, till next time. Bye!
Harry unwrapped Hermione's package. It was a silver necklace with a green
dragon. He gasped and held it out at
the moonlight. It glowed and
shined. He put it carefully at his
bedside table. He picked up Sirius's
letter and read:
Sirius aka Padfoot
Remus aka
Moony
He opened Sirius's and Remus's gifts. Sirius has given him what looked like a
Swiss army knife, but Harry knew it was magical. Remus has given him a beautiful eagle feather quill. He now came upon the strange eagle owl,
which was now sitting on his desk chair.
It looked like the owl that Draco Malfoy had. For a second, Harry thought that Malfoy was playing a trick on
him, but there was a huge curiosity he had that made him approach the owl. The owl, as if knowing what he was about to
do, stuck out her leg and let him untie the letter. He opened it, and a strange unfamiliar handwriting was scrolled
on it:
Harry,
Happy
Birthday! I have heard that you like
quidditch. So I hope you like it. May my gift to you be quite enjoyable!
It didn't have a name or a postscript. He looked for a name on the letter but found
none. He then just opened the package
and gasp at the content. It was a big
snow globe, and inside was two, tiny quidditch teams were playing in a
miniature field. It glowed every time a
chaser made a point. It was like a
captured quidditch game in a small, round glass. He watched at it for a long time. Who could have sent me this? Harry thought. Maybe it's Voldemort.
Out to jinxed me! Listen to yourself,
said a voice inside him, you sound like Mad-Eye Moody, well, the real one at
least.
After awhile, he decided it wasn't Voldemort's plan to kill
him. Because he remembered the last
time he had gotten an unexpected gift.
It turned out to be Sirius. But who could have sent him this? The light
beginning to show at his window distracted him. He stuffed all of his present, including Hagrid's gift to him and
the Hogwart's letter, inside his lose floorboard under his bed.
He got dressed and waited till he heard noises
downstairs. When he came downstairs, he
saw his Aunt Petunia making breakfast, uncle Vernon reading the newspaper, and
his cousin Dudley sulking at his chair, his diet was still in effect.
"Grapefruit
again?!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon.
Petunia shot him a you-are-not-being-very-supportive look.
"Well, at least my little Dudders is eating his all up."
Harry nearly choked at the words "little Dudders." His
cousin's not what you can call little.
Though, his diet seems to be taking a rather good turn. He looks less
and less like an oversized killer whale, and more and more like a pig that had
taken a rather nasty Engorgement Charm.
The doorbell rang, and Vernon went to go see who it was. Petunia, nosy as she was, was craning her
neck at the kitchen door to see who it could possibly be. After a few minutes, Vernon came back with a
letter on his hand. He was looking at
Harry with a suspicion on his face.
"This just came
for you," he said. "What exactly is Ministry of Magic?"
Harry gulped. The Ministry of Magic? What could it be now?
He didn't do anything wrong.
"It says here that
an Albus Dumbledore wants you to stay at the Burrow?" continued Vernon. "What
in the devil's name is the Burrow?"
"It's Weasley's
house. You know, my friend who asked to
me to stay with them last summer. Albus
Dumbledore is my headmaster at Hog- my school," explained Harry. He wanted to see his letter but was
impossible because of his uncle's state of mind.
"Why would he want you there? It says here it's
his special request. What's that's suppose to mean?" asked Vernon, though to
himself mostly.
"Well, can I stay
with them or not?" asked Harry.
Although, he'd already know what he was going to say. As if a light bulb
lit in his head, he added, "My god father wants me to be there. That's why it's on special request."
He knew he had said the right words. Vernon's face
contorted. God father, eh? He thought. Hmm… I don't like the sound of that.
"Your god father?
Err… Sure, you can," he chuckled in a nervous short of way. "Why wouldn't I let you?"
"Great. Can I reply to them our way?"
"Your way?! Err…
It says here that a Ministry car will stop here on Saturday at 5:00 p.m.," said
Vernon. "Good, they're arriving here by
a car."
Harry figured that his uncle still hadn't forgotten that time
last year when Mr. Weasley arrived here by Floo Powder.
"Okay, thanks. I'll send them a reply right now. I'll tell my god father that I will be
staying there," added Harry, as raced upstairs three at the time.
Wow! Going to the
Burrow! Yes!
He arrived to his room noticing that Pigwidgeon was still
there hooting excitedly. He grabbed him
and said, "I need you to deliver to Ron
my reply."
He wrote to Ron saying that his relatives said yes and that
he can be picked up at that time. He
tied his reply at Pig and threw him out the window. He saw that Hedwig came back from her nightly flights. He approached her and said, "I need you to
deliver something too. I need you to
give my letter to Sirius."
He pulled out a piece of parchment and started to write:
Dear Sirius,
I will be at
Ron's if you need me. I like your gift
and Remus's too. Wow! That was weird.
Anyway, that's all for now. Say hi to
Buckbeak for me and Remus too. Bye!
Harry
He tied it to Hedwig's leg and brought her to the
window. He stroked her and she flew
off. He watched after her. It's another summer at the Burrow he was
looking forward to.
That was sort of long I think. Till next time. Leave a
review. Thanks! I know that the one with uncle Vernon was a little bit
stupid. I didn't know how to put that
one together.