Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Rating: PG-PG13
A/N: So sorry for not updating soon! There were thunderstorms, and then I was out one night...anyway...skipping head for a couple weeks...it's the weeks before Harry's birthday. And to all who asked what connection Ashley has with Ron, the only thing I will say is that it will all be explained in good time.
Harry woke up on the day exactly a week before his birthday, to Ron standing over him, shaking him awake.
"Harry! Harry! Are you ok?"
Harry opened his eyes and said, "What?
Ron gave him a strange look. "You were muttering in your sleep."
Harry sat up groggily, and said, "Dreams."
Ron went pale.
"Like, the kind that You-Know-Who sends you?"
"No. Just...reliving things."
"What things-oh..." he said, suddenly realizing.
Harry nodded. He'd dreamed about the night Sirius died plenty of times. Every time, though, he was always woken up the second his godfather had fallen through the veil.
Ron looked at a clock. "It's ten am anyway, you should probably get up."
Harry nodded and stood up. He was just about to get changed, when Hermione came in, fully dressed.
"Hi Harry," she'd said.
"Hi, Ron" she said.
"Hey," he answered, going over and kissing her. Harry politely looked away, a small wave of jealousy washing over him. It was nothing compared to when Ginny and him had witnessed their first kiss.
He'd been talking to Ginny in Ron's room, when the conversation had fallen silent. Through the open window they heard two people talking on the front lawn. They snuck over and ducked by the window to listen
"What's up?" Ron asked.
"Nothing much," Hermione had answered.
Ron had looked over to her, and going slightly red at the ears, something he hadn't done in ages, said, "You're really beautiful, you know."
Hermione brushed a lock of her hair out of her face, and said, "Oh come on, Ron, you know flattery will get you nowhere."
He smiled at her, and said, "Yeah, I know, I just wanted to tell you."
She'd smiled back at him, and put her hand on his shoulder. Then she pulled him in, and kissed him, making both Harry and Ginny gasp for some reason. Never before then had Harry felt more jealous. Never before had he felt more depressed. But that had been two or three weeks ago. He and Ron were still friends, as were him and Hermione. Nothing was ever going to change that. In fact, he'd found that Ginny was a good friend too.
Hermione and Ron went down stairs to let Harry change, and then he joined them. Mrs. Weasley had left some breakfast things on the table, and Harry helped himself to a banana. After that , Ron, Hermione and him either went up to the paddock/orchard behind the house, or they did their summer schoolwork outside.
And that's how days were at the Weasleys. Everything was very relaxed, and laid back. Harry was finally glad to be in a house so unlike the Dursleys, that he could forget about them all together, and pretend he'd lived in a wizarding household all his life.
That night at dinner, Mrs. Weasley brought up the subject of Harry's birthday.
"So, next week is your birthday, Harry?"
Harry looked up in shock. He was not used to people remembering his birthday and bringing it up to him a week in advance.
"Yes," he replied.
"We should do something," Ginny said.
"Of course we will," Mrs. Weasley said.
"You don't have to-" Harry began.
"Of course we do," she answered, "It's you're birthday. We can't do anything huge. Just a small gathering of all of us here." She gestured at the entire Weasley family at the table (Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Mr. And herself) and Hermione.
Harry smiled. It was to be his first ever birthday party.
The day of his birthday, he woke up early. He never remembered waking up so early on his birthday before, for him it was always just another day.
He saw that Ron was already out of bad, and when he walked downstairs, he saw that the living room was decorated with confetti that kept re-throwing itself in the air whenever it hit the ground, and a sign that said, "Happy Birthday Harry!" and changed colors while playing "Happy birthday to You".
Ron and Hermione ran into the room, Hermione hugged him, and Ron shook his hand. Mrs. Weasley walked in and gave him the most bone-breaking hug that he'd ever been given, baring any hug that Hagrid had ever given him. Mr. Weasley had the same manner as Ron. Ginny smiled sweetly, and Fred George grinned from across the room. They were tapping their wands against the cake.
Pretty soon, everyone had handed him a present. Ron had given him a large basket of Honeydukes candy. Hermione gave him a book titled "Great Quidditch Players of the 21st Century". Ginny gave him a Weird Sisters CD. Fred and George gave him twenty-five 50% off coupons for anything in their shop. The gift from Mr. And Mrs. Weasley was a pair of black knitted mittens, and homemade fudge.
Everyone had stayed home that day. They talked and joked and laughed, and had a special dinner in Harry's honor, that Fred and George made a very funny, but also very nice, toast to Harry.
They ended the evening with a show of Fred and George bringing the cake over, the icing flashing many different colors. There were seventeen candles on the cake, one was for good luck. Hermione looked at him, and just before he blew out the candles, she said, "Make a wish!"
The Weasley's looked at her like she was out of her mind, and she just smiled and said, "Muggle tradition." Harry shut his eyes and wished, and blew out all the candles. Everyone got a slice of cake, and then was told by Mrs. Weasley to go off to bed.
Harry grinned as Ron shut out the lights. He knew what he wished for might never come true, but if it did, he'd be extremely happy. When Ron asked Harry what he wished for, Harry didn't tell him, because, even though wishing on birthday candles, to him, was a silly thing to believe in, he still wanted to keep this one wish to himself.
He'd wished that he would someday see Sirius again.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Rating: PG-PG13
A/N: So sorry for not updating soon! There were thunderstorms, and then I was out one night...anyway...skipping head for a couple weeks...it's the weeks before Harry's birthday. And to all who asked what connection Ashley has with Ron, the only thing I will say is that it will all be explained in good time.
Harry woke up on the day exactly a week before his birthday, to Ron standing over him, shaking him awake.
"Harry! Harry! Are you ok?"
Harry opened his eyes and said, "What?
Ron gave him a strange look. "You were muttering in your sleep."
Harry sat up groggily, and said, "Dreams."
Ron went pale.
"Like, the kind that You-Know-Who sends you?"
"No. Just...reliving things."
"What things-oh..." he said, suddenly realizing.
Harry nodded. He'd dreamed about the night Sirius died plenty of times. Every time, though, he was always woken up the second his godfather had fallen through the veil.
Ron looked at a clock. "It's ten am anyway, you should probably get up."
Harry nodded and stood up. He was just about to get changed, when Hermione came in, fully dressed.
"Hi Harry," she'd said.
"Hi, Ron" she said.
"Hey," he answered, going over and kissing her. Harry politely looked away, a small wave of jealousy washing over him. It was nothing compared to when Ginny and him had witnessed their first kiss.
He'd been talking to Ginny in Ron's room, when the conversation had fallen silent. Through the open window they heard two people talking on the front lawn. They snuck over and ducked by the window to listen
"What's up?" Ron asked.
"Nothing much," Hermione had answered.
Ron had looked over to her, and going slightly red at the ears, something he hadn't done in ages, said, "You're really beautiful, you know."
Hermione brushed a lock of her hair out of her face, and said, "Oh come on, Ron, you know flattery will get you nowhere."
He smiled at her, and said, "Yeah, I know, I just wanted to tell you."
She'd smiled back at him, and put her hand on his shoulder. Then she pulled him in, and kissed him, making both Harry and Ginny gasp for some reason. Never before then had Harry felt more jealous. Never before had he felt more depressed. But that had been two or three weeks ago. He and Ron were still friends, as were him and Hermione. Nothing was ever going to change that. In fact, he'd found that Ginny was a good friend too.
Hermione and Ron went down stairs to let Harry change, and then he joined them. Mrs. Weasley had left some breakfast things on the table, and Harry helped himself to a banana. After that , Ron, Hermione and him either went up to the paddock/orchard behind the house, or they did their summer schoolwork outside.
And that's how days were at the Weasleys. Everything was very relaxed, and laid back. Harry was finally glad to be in a house so unlike the Dursleys, that he could forget about them all together, and pretend he'd lived in a wizarding household all his life.
That night at dinner, Mrs. Weasley brought up the subject of Harry's birthday.
"So, next week is your birthday, Harry?"
Harry looked up in shock. He was not used to people remembering his birthday and bringing it up to him a week in advance.
"Yes," he replied.
"We should do something," Ginny said.
"Of course we will," Mrs. Weasley said.
"You don't have to-" Harry began.
"Of course we do," she answered, "It's you're birthday. We can't do anything huge. Just a small gathering of all of us here." She gestured at the entire Weasley family at the table (Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Mr. And herself) and Hermione.
Harry smiled. It was to be his first ever birthday party.
The day of his birthday, he woke up early. He never remembered waking up so early on his birthday before, for him it was always just another day.
He saw that Ron was already out of bad, and when he walked downstairs, he saw that the living room was decorated with confetti that kept re-throwing itself in the air whenever it hit the ground, and a sign that said, "Happy Birthday Harry!" and changed colors while playing "Happy birthday to You".
Ron and Hermione ran into the room, Hermione hugged him, and Ron shook his hand. Mrs. Weasley walked in and gave him the most bone-breaking hug that he'd ever been given, baring any hug that Hagrid had ever given him. Mr. Weasley had the same manner as Ron. Ginny smiled sweetly, and Fred George grinned from across the room. They were tapping their wands against the cake.
Pretty soon, everyone had handed him a present. Ron had given him a large basket of Honeydukes candy. Hermione gave him a book titled "Great Quidditch Players of the 21st Century". Ginny gave him a Weird Sisters CD. Fred and George gave him twenty-five 50% off coupons for anything in their shop. The gift from Mr. And Mrs. Weasley was a pair of black knitted mittens, and homemade fudge.
Everyone had stayed home that day. They talked and joked and laughed, and had a special dinner in Harry's honor, that Fred and George made a very funny, but also very nice, toast to Harry.
They ended the evening with a show of Fred and George bringing the cake over, the icing flashing many different colors. There were seventeen candles on the cake, one was for good luck. Hermione looked at him, and just before he blew out the candles, she said, "Make a wish!"
The Weasley's looked at her like she was out of her mind, and she just smiled and said, "Muggle tradition." Harry shut his eyes and wished, and blew out all the candles. Everyone got a slice of cake, and then was told by Mrs. Weasley to go off to bed.
Harry grinned as Ron shut out the lights. He knew what he wished for might never come true, but if it did, he'd be extremely happy. When Ron asked Harry what he wished for, Harry didn't tell him, because, even though wishing on birthday candles, to him, was a silly thing to believe in, he still wanted to keep this one wish to himself.
He'd wished that he would someday see Sirius again.