Harry lay in his bed, his back facing the door, staring at the wall. Down stairs he could hear his aunt and uncle shuffling about. Suddenly an owl swooped in through the open window.

"Hello Hedwig," He said, monotone. He untied the letter from her leg, and she flew into her cage. He unrolled it and began to read.


Dear Harry,

I'm glad to hear you're alright, as your last letter said. It's also good news that your Aunt and Uncle are treating your at least some-what better.

Listen, me and my parents wondered if you would mind if I came over for your birthday. Well, I know you probably wouldn't mind, but we wouldn't want to make anything harder for you with your aunt and uncle.

Write me back with a reply. I might be able to send Hermione and owl too, if it's OK. I know this is probably a hard time for you, and you'll need all the friends you can get. I'm sure your Aunt and Uncle aren't very comforting, huh? Well, I hope to see you soon.


Ron Weasley



Harry stared at the letter alittle longer before the meaning sunk in. He quickly rolled it up, then ran down stares.

"Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, is it OK if a couple of my friends come over for my birthday?" Called Harry as he stuffed the parchment into his pocket.

"Absolutly not. I refuse to have your kind in this house," Uncle Vernon anwsered immediatly from the living room.

Harry walked into the room. He sighed. "OK, I guess I'll have to write him back and tell him that you won't let me have a decent birthday."

"You do that," Said Vernon.

"Hmm, I wonder how they'll take it. Prehaps they'll think it cruel," Said Harry, smirking as he walked out of the room, though his voice didn't betray his smirk.

"Actually, erm, I was thinking, that um, well, prehaps that you should, um. Fine, just have your little friends over, but only for your birthday," Uncle Vernon stuttered.

"Thank you!" Harry called running up the stairs.

He flopped stomach first onto his bed, and grabbed a quill and a sheet of parchment.


Dear Ron,

Thank you for your concern, and the owl. I have asked my uncle, and he has said that it is quite alright if you come over for my birthday. Would you send an owl to Hermione? You live some-what closer to her, and I wouldn't want to put too much of a strain on Hedwig.

The little "Talk" that your father and the others gave Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia has seemed to pay off. I can't wait to see you.

Harry


He rolled up the parchment, and gave placed it in Hedwigs beak. "Send it to Ron, OK?" He said. He watched Hedwig fly off.

This was the happiest he'd been since the summer began. His aunt and uncle were treating him better, and Dudley wasn't annoying him, but he still felt hollow.

No matter what Dumbledore had said, he was to blame for Sirus' death. He went to the loose floorboard, and pulled it up. Then he lifted out a photo album.

He flipped it to the day of his parents' wedding. There was Sirus, laughing merrily. Harry breathed in a deep shuttering breath. How could this have happened? How could he have been so naive?

He closed the photo album, the rolled onto his back.

He closed his eyes, still remembering Sirus' barking laugh. Still remembering him smiling that past Christmas.

That was their first Christmas together. Their first...and their last. Harry sighed heavily.

Harry rolled over, onto his side, once more staring at the wall. He closed his eyes.


When he opened his eyes, he found Hedwig pecking at his hand. Her pulled away from her, wondering why she was back so early. He looked out his window, to see the sun setting, then realized that he must have fallen asleep.

He once again untied the letter from Hedwigs leg, and read it.


Dear Harry,

It's great to know that we are aloud over there. My Dad says that he's glad his talk had helped some with your home life. I can't wait until tomorrow. I suppose that I should get my dad to help me over there, because from what I know, your neighbourhood is not the type that will just ignore someone flying to your house on a broomstick. See you then.


Ron


Harry quickly grabbed another sheet of parchment, and his quill, and quickly scribbled 'Get Hermione to go to your house first, and then have her help you to my house.'


He send the letter off (After first giving Hedwig a treat) and sighed. He didn't want to know what would've happened if Ron's dad had walked him over here the muggle way, without someone who had grown up near muggles. He probably would've given 5 pounds each, just for a subway ticket.

Harry sighed. Tomorrow was the 31st. He couldn't believe it. For the first time in his life, he would actually celebrate his birthday. With friends and everything.

Maybe they could go swimming, or go to the zoo, like he had all those years ago for Dudley's birthday. He was turning 16. If he was a normal boy, that would be the year that he would get his drivers licence. But, at 16, wasn't that the age he could learn how Apparate and Disparate?

He smiled. He was going on to his 6th year at Hogwarts. He was back on the Quidditch team. Everything, he hoped, was going to be fine. Except for Voldemort, but he had a feeling he wouldn't have to worry about him. He was probably still gathering followers, laying low.

And now, nearly the entire wizarding community knew about his return, so everyone would be on guard. He hoped.

He pulled out Quidditch Through the Ages, by Kannilworthy Whisp, and began to read. He had already read this book numerous times, but he still enjoyed it. Professor Pince had aloud him to bring it home for the summer, on the condition that if he didn't bring it back, that the consequences would be as awful as was in her power to make them.

"No spell yet devised enables wizards to fly unaided in human form. Those few Animagi who transform into winged creatures may enjoy flight, but they are a rarity. The witch or wizard who finds him- or herself Transfigured into a bat -"

"Hey you!" Uncle Vernon pounded on Harry's door.

Harry scowled. "What is it Uncle Vernon?" He asked.

"Your little friends better not be coming up here on broomsticks or what have you, because if they do I will wring your neck -"

Harry cut him off. "Don't worry Uncle Vernon, they'll be coming the 'normal' way," Harry sighed.

"Whatever, suppers ready. You can come down in 10 minutes. By then the rest of us should be finished."

Harry sighed. "Yes Uncle Vernon."

He looked out the window. He wondered what would've been his Uncle and Aunt's reaction if they had decided to travel by Floo Powder. He smirked. Maybe he should've asked them to come that way instead.


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No new question's today, as far as I can think of. So erm, yeah, maybe give me some suggestions I can use in this fic?

Oh yeah, the lines I used from Quidditch through the ages, were actual quotes for Quidditch through the ages, and in no way to I lay claim to them. Though I do lay claim to the book. *Huggles my Quidditch Through the Ages book*

Oh yeah, and please read S.A Bonasi's Tom "Lord Voldemort" Riddle, and Bakura Ishtar's Voldemorts Revenge.

AmazonFearow:

Thank you. I didn't even notice that -.-; I really have to pay more attention to some of the stuff.


Silensy:

Lol, this actually isn't a Mary-Sue, lol. A metamorph-whatus? Lol, sorry. Neways, I hope you liked it.


Bakura Ishtar:

*waves* HYLO!! ^-^ Mmm....steak....*Drools* Can I join to?? Huh huh? I like my stake Rare...Bakuraishy. Lol. *Waves at Yami Malik and Hao* Hylo!!!!!! Poor Hao, now he has to put up with Ishtar-chan too. Lol. But at least Marik has company now, ne? Lol ^-^ Hurry up and update Voldemort's Revenge before I am forced to throw you in the fic and have you die a very painful death. ^-^ See you tomorrow.


Clawed:

Lol, I told someone else this, this isn't a Mary-Sue =P Read the A/N at the bottom. Lol, neways, do you like the ficcy so far neways?


S.A Bonasi:

Lol, yay, you stay tuned ^.^ Hm...Lol, I read your ficcy already. I hope I was the first one. Well, looking forward to your next review. Whether it be for this fic or another one.



Ok, this isn't a Mary-Sue. Firstly, the new girl, is not based on me. Well, as much as she cannot be. I have many personalitly's that tend to switch off a lot, so nearly every character from every show/book is like me -.-; Anyways, like I was saying, she's not based on me, and the story doesn't revolve around her. It still revolves around Harry, its just she is a new character. Oh, come on people, like you haven't noticed, J.K Rowling adds a new character EVERY book, I'm just keeping up the tradition =P lol. There, I've said mine.

~Kaira-chan~