Making Moves

Photos, Cakes and Watches

A/N Sorry that first chapter was so short. Here is the next chapter. Oh yeah and none of these characters belong to me accept for the ones that I have made up. Blah, Blah, Blah. I hope you enjoy and I will accept and greatly appreciate any pointers or predictions on this story.

^********^ As Harry chomped on his cake he opened the present from Hermione, it was a photo album. She must have been collecting them since their first year. There were tons of pictures with them waving, being scolded, laughing and even playing tricks on each other. The last picture was Harry's favorite. Hermione was sitting in front of her family's garden with her legs crossed in her Gryffindor Robes. How beautiful she looked. Harry carefully took the smiling picture out as well as the picture of her at the ball, the only picture of the ball in which she was alone. He placed the pictures in his growing section of Hermione. Harry had a section of everything in his Photo Album, everything but his mom and dad. They had their own special album that Harry always kept close. There was a section of Ron, Hedwig, Hagrid, Fred and George, Sirius, a section for everybody else and of course Hermione. Hermione's was the biggest of all, every single one of the pictures had that huge brilliant smile that Hermione was famous for.

Ron's present consisted of a pair of Gryffindor style socks (obviously knitted by Mrs. Weasley), a bunch of frog croak pops from Fred and George (God only knows what they do) and a quidditch watch from Ron.

The final present was from Hagrid. Aside from the cake, he had given Harry a huge box. Harry was afraid to open it remembering the presents that he had received before. The book Hagrid had given Harry in his 3rd year was still on his mind. Harry grabbed his pillow, putting it in front of him. He would be ready to smother it if he needed to. This time he opened it and nothing happened at all. Not that anything should have happened. The box was filled to the rim with Bertie Bott's every flavor beans, chocolate frogs and sealed mugs filled with butterbeer. A letter on top of the stack said that Hagrid had heard that Harry was not getting much good food to eat so he wanted to give Harry something to fill his belly. Hagrid had gone to Hogsmeade and went around grabbing Harry's favorite treats.

Harry put the remaining 2 and a half cakes along with all the candies aside and brought out the watch Ron gave him. It was really quite fascinating. The hour hand had a bludger on the end of it that looked like it was trying to push its way off. The minute hand had a quaffle on the end. The second hand had a snitch on the end with its wings flapping vigorously looking glorious and quite delicate. Famous quidditch players represented the numbers all around the watch. The background was a picture of some team's seeker catching the snitch. The band was artistically decorated with all the National Quidditch Teams' logos on it. The watch said 12:29. Harry realized that there was a note on the back of the watch. It said that every hour and half hour the player that the hand is on yells out what time it is. As the hand reached 12:30 it was too late for Harry to stop it. Patrick Slochikvan yelled out "12:30." Harry quickly slid everything off and under his bed and ducked under his covers.

"That bloody owl," bellowed Vernon Dursely. Harry knew he was in for it. He could not bare to get stuck at the Dursley's in his room with just 5 days before School started. He got ready for it but then he heard a thud and a rolling. Harry peered outside his room, Uncle Vernon had fallen down the stairs. Harry knew that this was his chance to get out. As Aunt Petunia and Dudley scuttled down the stairs to Uncle Vernon, Harry gathered his things into his trunk, opened his window and slid down the drainpipe. Hedwig's cage hit the ground with a thud and Harry was forced to run down the road heaving his heavy trunk behind him as Aunt Petunia called after him.

Harry flagged down the Knight Bus and disappeared into the night leaving Aunt Petunia awestruck as to how Harry had just disappeared into mid air.