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money.
AN: Thanks for reviewing, keep it up. I will try for two chapters a day.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter three: Who gave you that?
Harry was prepared to run from the square as he felt himself land. He grabbed hold of his stuff and---"Surprise" a crowd of at least 45 people shouted. Harry looked around the room in amazement. He was in the basement kitchen of Headquarters. The people were smiling and holding presents for him. On the long wooden table there was a cake that ran the length. It had 16 candles that would let out random sounds. The candles made a trumpet call, Harry went to blow them out. The candles all went out and then one by one came back. " Harry old pal," George said as he put an arm on Harry's shoulder. "Do you like our Truly Birthday Tunes candles?" Fred asked as he too put his arm Harry.
Tonks cut the cake, she handed out pieces, "whoa, sorry bout that," she said as she dropped a piece on the floor. Mrs. Weasley muttered something under her breath but graciously accepted a piece when Tonks came around. Harry saw the pile of presents grow in the corner. Sometimes a box would fly threw the fire and land in it. Ron and Hermione worked their way through the crowd. Ron gave Harry a smack on the back and then reluctantly gave him a big hug. Hermione threw her arms around Harry and gave him a long kiss on the cheek. Her hands had grabbed Harry's head and he stood perfectly still while she did it. She released him and her face flushed. She locked arms with Ron and Harry and they made their way around the party.
A few hours later after nearly everyone had left. The three friends sat at the table each playing with a piece on cake that they knew could not possible be eaten. Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen directing clean up with her wand. Mops, brooms, and sponges flew out of closets and began to work. The pile of presents began to take up half the room and Harry did not feel like opening them as much as Ron egged him on. He had said so many 'hellos, nice to meet yous, thank you, and goodbyes' today that all he wanted to do was fall asleep.
"Umm, Mrs. Weasley? Could you find away to get all my stuff to my room?" Harry asked softly. "Of course dear" Mrs. Weasley answer. "Dobby!!!" She called. Out from the boiler room where Kreacher had slept, came Dobby. "Ye-yes," bumbled the elf, "what can Dobby do to be help?". Mrs. Weasley pointed to the gifts. "Can you see that these get up to Harry's room?". Dobby bowed and began to levitate the gift in the air then with a snap of his fingers he and all the gifts vanished. "Wow," Ron said "let's go up" Ron made a wave of his hand and Harry and Hermione got up and began to climb the stair to Ron and Harry's bedroom. Dobby had neatly stacked the gifts all around the room. They were leaning over in impossible angles but they magically didn't fall.
Harry lay on his bed and Hermione and Ron sat on the other. Harry shut his eyes but the other two stared at the odd packages. "Wish I had gotten this many presents for my birthday," Ron said with a hint of jealously in his voice. Ron threw a long wrapped gift roughly the size of a torch. It hit Harry in the gut and he sit up and chucked it back at Ron. "Stop it Ron I don't want to deal with gifts now," Harry whined. "Alright sorry just wanted to see what you got," came Ron angry voice. Harry sat up and picked up a package at the foot of his bed. He picked up the card and read it.
Have a Happy Birthday Harry! From Ms. Figg
Harry unwrapped it and he found that he was holding a little hat with two holes. A note slipped out. He picked it up. This is a cat hat. It looked like one of Hermione's House Elf hats but it was crafted with more skill. Harry threw the hat at Ron who picked it up with a look of dislike on his face. Hermione picked it up off the bed when Ron was through. "May I give it to Crookshanks?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He started on his next gift.
Harry ripped the bright paper off this package and it revealed a colorful costume. It changed color whenever the need arose. Harry picked up the slip from in the package. It was from Fred and George.
Harry hope you enjoy our new product: Mood swing swim costume.
Harry smiled and tossed the shorts at Ron. "Brilliant, they gave me a pair too," said Ron, "Want to see?" he asked while loosening his belt. "No!" Harry and Hermione said at once. Ron frowned but replaced his belt. Harry started at another gift. It was a book. Ten thousand ways to ward off evil, Harry flipped it over and found that it was from Mad-Eye Moody. His next gift was from Ron, a singing little raisin that could be programmed to all the newest songs. Hermione fished through the gifts and found hers. It was a tiny box; Harry opened it carefully and out popped a tiny barrel for an owl's leg. "It was what I proposed to the Order. They are unbreakable impermeable unless you are the receiver," Harry smile at the little thing in his hand and gave his friends hugs. He placed the barrel on the table by his bed and continued to open presents. After 30 minutes he invited Hermione and Ron to help. The end result of the room full of gifts was:
1 cat hat
1 swim costume
2 scarves
1 ever-proof cloak
1 pair of Chudley Cannon warm up robes
1 wand care kit
1 owl barrel
15 books (mostly defense against the dark arts with a few exceptions)
1 wizard channel mini television
And one most amazing clock, it told the location of the person that he was concerned about, similar to Mrs. Weasley's, it told of anyone he wanted to know. It also told the time, and had an extra loud alarm so Harry wouldn't sleep in.
Harry was needless to say very pleased. The wrappings of the gifts were pushed to the side and the piles of new gleaming gifts shined at the three friends. Suddenly the door burst open and Dobby dragging a large package and holding Winky's hand walked in. "Hello Harry P-Pot-ter," Dobby said, "I have brought you a late gift from downstairs and my own present to you sir" Dobby handed Harry the long package that was so obviously a broom. "Dobby what is you gift," Harry asked Dobby reached into a bag and out pour at least ten on Hermione's hats. She gasped and looked hurt. Dobby ignored her. "Here sir," Dobby said as he handed him a beautiful purple dragonfly. Winky glared at the three friends and Dobby elbowed her. A smile appeared on her face though it looked painful. "Thank you, Dobby. This is amazing," Harry said. "It is a delicacy sir," Dobby said. Winky licked her lips. Harry swallowed and thanked Dobby again who bowed and Left the room with Winky.
Harry picked up the Broom and undid its ties. The paper fell away and revealed a phenomenal broom with the fine script on the handle: Greecehelix. Ron's jaw was on the floor and Hermione wore the look of a concerned mother. Harry's arms had gone numb. The broom hovered in the air waiting to be mounted. It had a speedometer in the handle and a protective charm on its twigs. Harry stroked the polished mahogany once and the broom stopped dead and waited. Harry put his hand over it and said "down," The broom flew to the wall and lean its self-upright before turning off completely.
AN: What should he do with his firebolt?
Let me know where I can change, clarify, etc.
Just a kid so no flames. Thanks. Marty!!
AN: Thanks for reviewing, keep it up. I will try for two chapters a day.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter three: Who gave you that?
Harry was prepared to run from the square as he felt himself land. He grabbed hold of his stuff and---"Surprise" a crowd of at least 45 people shouted. Harry looked around the room in amazement. He was in the basement kitchen of Headquarters. The people were smiling and holding presents for him. On the long wooden table there was a cake that ran the length. It had 16 candles that would let out random sounds. The candles made a trumpet call, Harry went to blow them out. The candles all went out and then one by one came back. " Harry old pal," George said as he put an arm on Harry's shoulder. "Do you like our Truly Birthday Tunes candles?" Fred asked as he too put his arm Harry.
Tonks cut the cake, she handed out pieces, "whoa, sorry bout that," she said as she dropped a piece on the floor. Mrs. Weasley muttered something under her breath but graciously accepted a piece when Tonks came around. Harry saw the pile of presents grow in the corner. Sometimes a box would fly threw the fire and land in it. Ron and Hermione worked their way through the crowd. Ron gave Harry a smack on the back and then reluctantly gave him a big hug. Hermione threw her arms around Harry and gave him a long kiss on the cheek. Her hands had grabbed Harry's head and he stood perfectly still while she did it. She released him and her face flushed. She locked arms with Ron and Harry and they made their way around the party.
A few hours later after nearly everyone had left. The three friends sat at the table each playing with a piece on cake that they knew could not possible be eaten. Mrs. Weasley bustled around the kitchen directing clean up with her wand. Mops, brooms, and sponges flew out of closets and began to work. The pile of presents began to take up half the room and Harry did not feel like opening them as much as Ron egged him on. He had said so many 'hellos, nice to meet yous, thank you, and goodbyes' today that all he wanted to do was fall asleep.
"Umm, Mrs. Weasley? Could you find away to get all my stuff to my room?" Harry asked softly. "Of course dear" Mrs. Weasley answer. "Dobby!!!" She called. Out from the boiler room where Kreacher had slept, came Dobby. "Ye-yes," bumbled the elf, "what can Dobby do to be help?". Mrs. Weasley pointed to the gifts. "Can you see that these get up to Harry's room?". Dobby bowed and began to levitate the gift in the air then with a snap of his fingers he and all the gifts vanished. "Wow," Ron said "let's go up" Ron made a wave of his hand and Harry and Hermione got up and began to climb the stair to Ron and Harry's bedroom. Dobby had neatly stacked the gifts all around the room. They were leaning over in impossible angles but they magically didn't fall.
Harry lay on his bed and Hermione and Ron sat on the other. Harry shut his eyes but the other two stared at the odd packages. "Wish I had gotten this many presents for my birthday," Ron said with a hint of jealously in his voice. Ron threw a long wrapped gift roughly the size of a torch. It hit Harry in the gut and he sit up and chucked it back at Ron. "Stop it Ron I don't want to deal with gifts now," Harry whined. "Alright sorry just wanted to see what you got," came Ron angry voice. Harry sat up and picked up a package at the foot of his bed. He picked up the card and read it.
Have a Happy Birthday Harry! From Ms. Figg
Harry unwrapped it and he found that he was holding a little hat with two holes. A note slipped out. He picked it up. This is a cat hat. It looked like one of Hermione's House Elf hats but it was crafted with more skill. Harry threw the hat at Ron who picked it up with a look of dislike on his face. Hermione picked it up off the bed when Ron was through. "May I give it to Crookshanks?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He started on his next gift.
Harry ripped the bright paper off this package and it revealed a colorful costume. It changed color whenever the need arose. Harry picked up the slip from in the package. It was from Fred and George.
Harry hope you enjoy our new product: Mood swing swim costume.
Harry smiled and tossed the shorts at Ron. "Brilliant, they gave me a pair too," said Ron, "Want to see?" he asked while loosening his belt. "No!" Harry and Hermione said at once. Ron frowned but replaced his belt. Harry started at another gift. It was a book. Ten thousand ways to ward off evil, Harry flipped it over and found that it was from Mad-Eye Moody. His next gift was from Ron, a singing little raisin that could be programmed to all the newest songs. Hermione fished through the gifts and found hers. It was a tiny box; Harry opened it carefully and out popped a tiny barrel for an owl's leg. "It was what I proposed to the Order. They are unbreakable impermeable unless you are the receiver," Harry smile at the little thing in his hand and gave his friends hugs. He placed the barrel on the table by his bed and continued to open presents. After 30 minutes he invited Hermione and Ron to help. The end result of the room full of gifts was:
1 cat hat
1 swim costume
2 scarves
1 ever-proof cloak
1 pair of Chudley Cannon warm up robes
1 wand care kit
1 owl barrel
15 books (mostly defense against the dark arts with a few exceptions)
1 wizard channel mini television
And one most amazing clock, it told the location of the person that he was concerned about, similar to Mrs. Weasley's, it told of anyone he wanted to know. It also told the time, and had an extra loud alarm so Harry wouldn't sleep in.
Harry was needless to say very pleased. The wrappings of the gifts were pushed to the side and the piles of new gleaming gifts shined at the three friends. Suddenly the door burst open and Dobby dragging a large package and holding Winky's hand walked in. "Hello Harry P-Pot-ter," Dobby said, "I have brought you a late gift from downstairs and my own present to you sir" Dobby handed Harry the long package that was so obviously a broom. "Dobby what is you gift," Harry asked Dobby reached into a bag and out pour at least ten on Hermione's hats. She gasped and looked hurt. Dobby ignored her. "Here sir," Dobby said as he handed him a beautiful purple dragonfly. Winky glared at the three friends and Dobby elbowed her. A smile appeared on her face though it looked painful. "Thank you, Dobby. This is amazing," Harry said. "It is a delicacy sir," Dobby said. Winky licked her lips. Harry swallowed and thanked Dobby again who bowed and Left the room with Winky.
Harry picked up the Broom and undid its ties. The paper fell away and revealed a phenomenal broom with the fine script on the handle: Greecehelix. Ron's jaw was on the floor and Hermione wore the look of a concerned mother. Harry's arms had gone numb. The broom hovered in the air waiting to be mounted. It had a speedometer in the handle and a protective charm on its twigs. Harry stroked the polished mahogany once and the broom stopped dead and waited. Harry put his hand over it and said "down," The broom flew to the wall and lean its self-upright before turning off completely.
AN: What should he do with his firebolt?
Let me know where I can change, clarify, etc.
Just a kid so no flames. Thanks. Marty!!