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Chapter Summary: Harry sits and thinks while opening his birthday presents.
Spoilers: all four books
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July 31, 2001
Harry sat on his couch during the evening of his 21st birthday contemplating what his friends could have possibly picked out for him this time. Admittedly he wasn't an easy person to buy for, but a bottle of hair gel? Ron's birthday gifts certainly have left something to be desired. Hopefully it was something useful- a book or robe; at least that doesn't send the message of being untidy. Hopefully Ron wouldn't be as blunt as he's been known for.
One can hope, Harry thought.
Seeing Kreon wander into the room made Harry snap out of his trance, for sitting on the couch in reverie for so long had made him sleepy. He thought of things he had done with Ron and Hermione. Storming the Ministry and trying to save Sirius had been trying on their relationship, but they came through it stronger as they always had. The most prevalent thought was of the final battle with Voldemort- a very painful memory. Best not to dwell on things like that, Harry concluded as Kreon jumped up beside him. The cat was the light of his life most days and he loved him dearly.
At the furious tap on his window, Harry stood up and opened the window. "Hey Pigwidgeon! You know," Harry chastised, "You could just give a little tap on the window and wait for me to open it. Oh well, off you go." Poor bird, he thought.
Harry opened up his present from Ron. It was a book wrapped in an elegant Gold paper. Leave it to Ron to have a nice wrapping paper. Carefully turning over the book, Harry looked at the title: Famous Aurors. Well, maybe Ron isn't really a horrible gift-giver.
"Wonder where Hermione's owl is, Kreon," Harry remarked to his cat. Just as he said that, there was a bang on the door. "Wonder who that could be," Harry said as he walked over to the door. After opening the door and not seeing a soul, he looked around. Unconscious on his welcome mat was a little owl. "Well I see Hermione has sent me something." Harry put the little owl on the table and proceeded to open Hermione's gift- a little black box.
"Hermione certainly did give me an odd gift. I'll figure out what it is tomorrow," Harry told Kreon while patting his leg, "Come on."
Harry opened the front door so the little owl could leave. As he walked to his bedroom he did not notice Kreon wasn't following him.
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What is Hermione's gift? Where did Kreon go?
Review! Gosh. I'm not going to write anymore if no one will review. I realize the prologue really wasn't anything to comment about, but here is something that should elicit a response. I hope. Please? I'm going to be busy for the next few days, so I don't know when I'll have time to update. If not before Friday, then it'll be on the weekend.
Chapter Summary: Harry sits and thinks while opening his birthday presents.
Spoilers: all four books
**********
July 31, 2001
Harry sat on his couch during the evening of his 21st birthday contemplating what his friends could have possibly picked out for him this time. Admittedly he wasn't an easy person to buy for, but a bottle of hair gel? Ron's birthday gifts certainly have left something to be desired. Hopefully it was something useful- a book or robe; at least that doesn't send the message of being untidy. Hopefully Ron wouldn't be as blunt as he's been known for.
One can hope, Harry thought.
Seeing Kreon wander into the room made Harry snap out of his trance, for sitting on the couch in reverie for so long had made him sleepy. He thought of things he had done with Ron and Hermione. Storming the Ministry and trying to save Sirius had been trying on their relationship, but they came through it stronger as they always had. The most prevalent thought was of the final battle with Voldemort- a very painful memory. Best not to dwell on things like that, Harry concluded as Kreon jumped up beside him. The cat was the light of his life most days and he loved him dearly.
At the furious tap on his window, Harry stood up and opened the window. "Hey Pigwidgeon! You know," Harry chastised, "You could just give a little tap on the window and wait for me to open it. Oh well, off you go." Poor bird, he thought.
Harry opened up his present from Ron. It was a book wrapped in an elegant Gold paper. Leave it to Ron to have a nice wrapping paper. Carefully turning over the book, Harry looked at the title: Famous Aurors. Well, maybe Ron isn't really a horrible gift-giver.
"Wonder where Hermione's owl is, Kreon," Harry remarked to his cat. Just as he said that, there was a bang on the door. "Wonder who that could be," Harry said as he walked over to the door. After opening the door and not seeing a soul, he looked around. Unconscious on his welcome mat was a little owl. "Well I see Hermione has sent me something." Harry put the little owl on the table and proceeded to open Hermione's gift- a little black box.
"Hermione certainly did give me an odd gift. I'll figure out what it is tomorrow," Harry told Kreon while patting his leg, "Come on."
Harry opened the front door so the little owl could leave. As he walked to his bedroom he did not notice Kreon wasn't following him.
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What is Hermione's gift? Where did Kreon go?
Review! Gosh. I'm not going to write anymore if no one will review. I realize the prologue really wasn't anything to comment about, but here is something that should elicit a response. I hope. Please? I'm going to be busy for the next few days, so I don't know when I'll have time to update. If not before Friday, then it'll be on the weekend.
