Chapter Five
A Case of Mistaken Identity
Harry didn't know what to do. His curiosity had led him into both Snape's and Dumbledore's pensieve, but he was pulled out of both of those. How was he supposed to get out of his own? Harry decided that he would ask Professor Lupin if he saw him while at the Weasley's, or he'd ask Mr. Weasley.
It was the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen that tore Harry away from his opened presents. He went down to breakfast to find something very unusual in the kitchen. Vernon Dursley had a forced smile on his face, and on the bit table where Harry sat behind were two things. A package wrapped in Christmas paper, and a freshly made plate of bacon and eggs. Harry wasn't sure which was more of a shock: Uncle Vernon smiling, a present for him, or food he didn't have to make himself.
"Happy Birthday, bo-.Harry," he said, the forced smile still on his face.
Harry could have sworn that Vernon winced while saying his name. Harry was still standing at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at what was on the table.
"Well what are you waiting for? Eat up," Vernon said.
Harry slowly sat down at the table. He couldn't believe what was happening. After examining the food, Harry had determined that the Dursleys wouldn't try to poison him, and he began to eat. The whole table was quiet, both Vernon and Petunia reading the paper, when Dudley came down the steps. By the truly shocked look on Dudley's large face, Harry realized that this wasn't any joke or plan.
"M-m-mum! Why does he have a present a-and food?" Dudley asked his mother in disgust.
"Vernon, can you take Dudders over shopping for about an hour? There's something I need to discuss with Harry," Petunia said.
Apparently, Vernon hadn't been expecting this, and it showed in his face.
"Uh-uh.sure, dear. Come on, son, you heard your mother," He said, giving a questioning look to Petunia.
Once they had stalked out the door, Petunia stood up and sat down in the chair next to Harry. Harry continued to stare down at his food, as he obviously wasn't looking forward to chatting with his aunt.
"Would you like anymore, Harry?" said a familiar voice, but Harry knew this wasn't Aunt Petunia. He looked up from his plate and stared right into the eyes of Nymphadora Tonks.
"B-but h-how did u get here? A-and, if you're here, where's the real Aunt Petunia?" Harry said, shocked to see her.
"Well, as you know, I am an animorphmagus. I stopped by the house this morning while you, your uncle, and your cousin were asleep. Petunia was in the garden, and I told her that I needed to speak to you. I performed a memory charm on a certain rose that she had, and she touched it immediately after I told her what I needed. She had 'forgotten' that she had to spend the day with a sick friend, and so she walked off. I have been here all morning, looking like her. The Order wanted to make sure you had a good birthday," she said, with the familiar grin on her face.
"This all sounds nice, but how do I know you are who you say you are. Surely you aren't the only animagus in the world," Harry said, not meaning to sound rude.
"You're beginning to sound like Moody, Harry." She laughed. "Oh let's see, well, only members of the Order know where headquarters is, so I'll tell you that it is at 12 Grimmauld Place. Does that solve it?" She asked in a quieter voice as to make sure no one else heard, though still smiling.
Harry couldn't sense any evil in her face, and knew that the Order were the only people who knew the address to headquarters.
"Yes, sorry 'bout that. I suppose I am a bit paranoid these days. So.thank you for coming. And.um.well I don't really know how you are going to make sure I have a good birthday," Harry said with a depressed look on his face.
"Come now, Harry. Have you ever had any reason to doubt me?" she asked, with that same grin on her face.
"N-no, but I still don't see what you could do to ensure that," Harry said, looking quizzically at Tonks, who's grin never faltered.
"Just trust me. Now run up and get your things. We're already running late as it is," Tonks said, trying to hurry Harry up the stairs.
She followed him up and magically levitated all of his baggage downstairs. Tonks mumbled something to her wand and the bags steadily began to shrink. Slowly she was able to fit them all in her pocket.
Tonks called Hedwig to her shoulder and said, "The Burrow, Hedwig. Meet us there."
Hedwig obeyed command and flew off into the now bright sky.
"Well, I believe everything is in order. Let me just get this out." said Tonks as she fumbled through her pocket, pulling out a tattered birthday ribbon. "I thought we'd at least have some symbolism of your birthday Harry," Tonks said, smiling at Harry's 'Give me a break' look. She then spoke an incantation that provided a blue glow around the ribbon, and then it slowly faded back to the look of an unkempt ribbon.
"Hold on tight, Harry!" Tonks said.
Harry grasped the edge of the ribbon and felt the familiar tugging at his navel. He began to feel nauseous, and then he felt the ground rise up from below him, and he hit it with a soft thud.
Harry opened his eyes and saw that at least 30 witches and wizards surrounded him.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" they all said in unison.
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*Author's Note* Hey all. I apologize to all of the people who take the time to read this ff (especially you, Brooke lol). Unfortunately I have been bogged down with homework, but that's highschool for you. It is also because of that homework that I have an announcement to make. It is really time consuming for me to write my chapters, despite how short they are, because of the lack of time. It is for this reason that I have decided to stop writing my fic until I get up to 15 reviews. I'm not meaning to sound rude or disappoint people, but those reviews need to come from people who don't directly know me; basically just people who like to skim through fics on ff.net. I am really really sorry, but I don't have much choice. Now u can tell people to read my fic, those of u few devoted fans, and that'd be fine if they reviewed it, just no one with direct ties to me. Thanks! And I really am sorry for the inconvenience.
A Case of Mistaken Identity
Harry didn't know what to do. His curiosity had led him into both Snape's and Dumbledore's pensieve, but he was pulled out of both of those. How was he supposed to get out of his own? Harry decided that he would ask Professor Lupin if he saw him while at the Weasley's, or he'd ask Mr. Weasley.
It was the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen that tore Harry away from his opened presents. He went down to breakfast to find something very unusual in the kitchen. Vernon Dursley had a forced smile on his face, and on the bit table where Harry sat behind were two things. A package wrapped in Christmas paper, and a freshly made plate of bacon and eggs. Harry wasn't sure which was more of a shock: Uncle Vernon smiling, a present for him, or food he didn't have to make himself.
"Happy Birthday, bo-.Harry," he said, the forced smile still on his face.
Harry could have sworn that Vernon winced while saying his name. Harry was still standing at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at what was on the table.
"Well what are you waiting for? Eat up," Vernon said.
Harry slowly sat down at the table. He couldn't believe what was happening. After examining the food, Harry had determined that the Dursleys wouldn't try to poison him, and he began to eat. The whole table was quiet, both Vernon and Petunia reading the paper, when Dudley came down the steps. By the truly shocked look on Dudley's large face, Harry realized that this wasn't any joke or plan.
"M-m-mum! Why does he have a present a-and food?" Dudley asked his mother in disgust.
"Vernon, can you take Dudders over shopping for about an hour? There's something I need to discuss with Harry," Petunia said.
Apparently, Vernon hadn't been expecting this, and it showed in his face.
"Uh-uh.sure, dear. Come on, son, you heard your mother," He said, giving a questioning look to Petunia.
Once they had stalked out the door, Petunia stood up and sat down in the chair next to Harry. Harry continued to stare down at his food, as he obviously wasn't looking forward to chatting with his aunt.
"Would you like anymore, Harry?" said a familiar voice, but Harry knew this wasn't Aunt Petunia. He looked up from his plate and stared right into the eyes of Nymphadora Tonks.
"B-but h-how did u get here? A-and, if you're here, where's the real Aunt Petunia?" Harry said, shocked to see her.
"Well, as you know, I am an animorphmagus. I stopped by the house this morning while you, your uncle, and your cousin were asleep. Petunia was in the garden, and I told her that I needed to speak to you. I performed a memory charm on a certain rose that she had, and she touched it immediately after I told her what I needed. She had 'forgotten' that she had to spend the day with a sick friend, and so she walked off. I have been here all morning, looking like her. The Order wanted to make sure you had a good birthday," she said, with the familiar grin on her face.
"This all sounds nice, but how do I know you are who you say you are. Surely you aren't the only animagus in the world," Harry said, not meaning to sound rude.
"You're beginning to sound like Moody, Harry." She laughed. "Oh let's see, well, only members of the Order know where headquarters is, so I'll tell you that it is at 12 Grimmauld Place. Does that solve it?" She asked in a quieter voice as to make sure no one else heard, though still smiling.
Harry couldn't sense any evil in her face, and knew that the Order were the only people who knew the address to headquarters.
"Yes, sorry 'bout that. I suppose I am a bit paranoid these days. So.thank you for coming. And.um.well I don't really know how you are going to make sure I have a good birthday," Harry said with a depressed look on his face.
"Come now, Harry. Have you ever had any reason to doubt me?" she asked, with that same grin on her face.
"N-no, but I still don't see what you could do to ensure that," Harry said, looking quizzically at Tonks, who's grin never faltered.
"Just trust me. Now run up and get your things. We're already running late as it is," Tonks said, trying to hurry Harry up the stairs.
She followed him up and magically levitated all of his baggage downstairs. Tonks mumbled something to her wand and the bags steadily began to shrink. Slowly she was able to fit them all in her pocket.
Tonks called Hedwig to her shoulder and said, "The Burrow, Hedwig. Meet us there."
Hedwig obeyed command and flew off into the now bright sky.
"Well, I believe everything is in order. Let me just get this out." said Tonks as she fumbled through her pocket, pulling out a tattered birthday ribbon. "I thought we'd at least have some symbolism of your birthday Harry," Tonks said, smiling at Harry's 'Give me a break' look. She then spoke an incantation that provided a blue glow around the ribbon, and then it slowly faded back to the look of an unkempt ribbon.
"Hold on tight, Harry!" Tonks said.
Harry grasped the edge of the ribbon and felt the familiar tugging at his navel. He began to feel nauseous, and then he felt the ground rise up from below him, and he hit it with a soft thud.
Harry opened his eyes and saw that at least 30 witches and wizards surrounded him.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" they all said in unison.
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*Author's Note* Hey all. I apologize to all of the people who take the time to read this ff (especially you, Brooke lol). Unfortunately I have been bogged down with homework, but that's highschool for you. It is also because of that homework that I have an announcement to make. It is really time consuming for me to write my chapters, despite how short they are, because of the lack of time. It is for this reason that I have decided to stop writing my fic until I get up to 15 reviews. I'm not meaning to sound rude or disappoint people, but those reviews need to come from people who don't directly know me; basically just people who like to skim through fics on ff.net. I am really really sorry, but I don't have much choice. Now u can tell people to read my fic, those of u few devoted fans, and that'd be fine if they reviewed it, just no one with direct ties to me. Thanks! And I really am sorry for the inconvenience.