~17~
Even after all of their stomachs were full and all the presents had been unwrapped, they were all still filled with energy and joy. This was one of the greatest days of Harry's life. They all decided it would be a good idea to take Fred and George's present to Harry, a large collection of Dr Filibuster's No-Heat Wet-Start Fireworks to Stoatshead Hill.
Mrs. Weasley was the last to be persuaded it was a grand idea, "And what if MUGGLES see us???" But, seeing everybody's excitement over the idea, she exasperatedly gave up with dramatic sigh. It was even difficult for her to smuggle her smile.
They didn't have to walk this time, and for this, Harry was thankful. The Weasleys had bought Hollister's Fun, Safe, and Fast Travel Broom, for life without the Ford Anglia was far less convenient. All of the younger children of the Weasley children, a long with Charlie who drove, rode this broom. Harry and Hermione rode the Firebolt. All of the older wizards and witches apparated. Percy showed off by going back and forth between Stoatshead and the Burrow pretending he kept forgetting a shoe or a watch.
Hermione kept insisting that Harry go slower, in her fear of falling off. So, after only 3 minutes, Hermione and Ron switched brooms. Harry found Ron to be far more of a pleasure of company, as he encouraged Harry's daring and speedy flying. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut every time they tried the Wronski Feint, and Hermione rolled her eyes and pretended to be indifferent to whether they crashed or not, even though she jumped every time they neared the soggy ground.
Upon reaching Stoatshead Hill, they realized that they'd forgotten the Filibuster's Fireworks, and surprisingly, Percy was the first to offer to go back to the Burrow and get them. Sirius pulled Harry to the side, and once Percy came back, everybody else became occupied with starting the Fireworks.
Sirius handed Harry a small, but nicely wrapped gold and purple parcel with a sparkling silver ribbon on top. Harry was dumbfounded that he hadn't realized that Sirius's present was absent at his celebration, he concluded his mind must have been clouded by the immense amounts of joy.
"Go ahead, open it," Sirius smiled down on Harry in an almost fatherly type of manner. Harry carefully opened the parcel, afraid to damage the beautiful wrapping. He gently placed the torn paper into his cloak pocket and found a small black case with a golden clasp. He unlatched it and opened it to find a golden snitch.
Its wings flapped enthusiastically as Harry picked it up.
"Careful there, Harry, that ones a toughie!" Sirius winked at him and signaled for Harry to look at the other side of the Snitch.
Engraved on its golden side was "Potter" in a fancy writing.
"It was your fathers- probably his most famous possession. It's been in you family for years, Quidditch is in your blood, Harry." Harry's jaw fell and his stomach twinged in a strangely sad and happy manner.
There was only one thing to do. Harry hugged Sirius around the middle and Sirius hugged him back, patting him gently on the back.
Even after all of their stomachs were full and all the presents had been unwrapped, they were all still filled with energy and joy. This was one of the greatest days of Harry's life. They all decided it would be a good idea to take Fred and George's present to Harry, a large collection of Dr Filibuster's No-Heat Wet-Start Fireworks to Stoatshead Hill.
Mrs. Weasley was the last to be persuaded it was a grand idea, "And what if MUGGLES see us???" But, seeing everybody's excitement over the idea, she exasperatedly gave up with dramatic sigh. It was even difficult for her to smuggle her smile.
They didn't have to walk this time, and for this, Harry was thankful. The Weasleys had bought Hollister's Fun, Safe, and Fast Travel Broom, for life without the Ford Anglia was far less convenient. All of the younger children of the Weasley children, a long with Charlie who drove, rode this broom. Harry and Hermione rode the Firebolt. All of the older wizards and witches apparated. Percy showed off by going back and forth between Stoatshead and the Burrow pretending he kept forgetting a shoe or a watch.
Hermione kept insisting that Harry go slower, in her fear of falling off. So, after only 3 minutes, Hermione and Ron switched brooms. Harry found Ron to be far more of a pleasure of company, as he encouraged Harry's daring and speedy flying. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut every time they tried the Wronski Feint, and Hermione rolled her eyes and pretended to be indifferent to whether they crashed or not, even though she jumped every time they neared the soggy ground.
Upon reaching Stoatshead Hill, they realized that they'd forgotten the Filibuster's Fireworks, and surprisingly, Percy was the first to offer to go back to the Burrow and get them. Sirius pulled Harry to the side, and once Percy came back, everybody else became occupied with starting the Fireworks.
Sirius handed Harry a small, but nicely wrapped gold and purple parcel with a sparkling silver ribbon on top. Harry was dumbfounded that he hadn't realized that Sirius's present was absent at his celebration, he concluded his mind must have been clouded by the immense amounts of joy.
"Go ahead, open it," Sirius smiled down on Harry in an almost fatherly type of manner. Harry carefully opened the parcel, afraid to damage the beautiful wrapping. He gently placed the torn paper into his cloak pocket and found a small black case with a golden clasp. He unlatched it and opened it to find a golden snitch.
Its wings flapped enthusiastically as Harry picked it up.
"Careful there, Harry, that ones a toughie!" Sirius winked at him and signaled for Harry to look at the other side of the Snitch.
Engraved on its golden side was "Potter" in a fancy writing.
"It was your fathers- probably his most famous possession. It's been in you family for years, Quidditch is in your blood, Harry." Harry's jaw fell and his stomach twinged in a strangely sad and happy manner.
There was only one thing to do. Harry hugged Sirius around the middle and Sirius hugged him back, patting him gently on the back.