Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara

Gifts, Gits, and Glee

Harry removed the lid of Hagrid's present and looked inside. He looked to Hagrid with pure joy in his eyes. There inside the box was a creature the size of a kitten, with a body to match, but an eagle's head and talons and wings. "She's a pygmy griffon, Harry," Hagrid said, "She'll grow to 'bout the size 'o Hedwig. She's qualified to carry letters, but I thought 'at maybe Hedwig could give her lessons." Harry was hugging is immense friend around the waist. "Um, I hope ya don' mind, but I already named her. If ya' look her in the eyes you'll see why I named her Lily." Harry did so and saw that the Lily had sparkling green eyes just like his, which were just like his mothers.

Everyone congratulated Hagrid on such a present as the twins heaved a large box onto the table. Harry looked at it carefully, he turned to Mad- Eye, who nodded and said, "Safe for you Potter, but the rest of us are in a spot of trouble."

Harry took the lid off and the sides folded down and a loud voice boomed, "Welcome to the Weasly Wizarding Wheezes Marauders' Package. This is the ultimate package for the ultimate pranksters. It comes with Canary Creams, Ton-Tongue Toffees, Skiving Snack boxes, Extendable ears, Weasly Wet-Start fireworks, fizzbanges, whoodads, and much, much more. Every item inspired by the wizarding geniuses Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs! That's why we call it the Marauders' Package!"

Harry gave a hug to the twins who simply said, "But wait that's not all!"

Fred pulled a bag out from behind his back, "This is our experimental, Prank Purse. You can put anything in here, from a large Fizzbange, to a tiny Ton-Tongue Toffee. It all fits. And its yours, because you're our little brother, blood be damned." It was all Harry could do to keep from crying. They assured him that if he somehow ran out, Ron had another package coming for his birthday.

The presents just kept getting better. Several times Harry was on the verge of tears; when Prof. McGonagall presented him with a golden quill his mother had bewitched to never run out of ink, when Prof. Dumbledore gave him his parents' old Head badges.

Neville gave him a glass orb. "Neville, you could've used the Rembrall more!" yelled Ron. He was quickly smacked by both his mother and Mad-Eye.

The note in the box said, "Harry, this is from both me and Prof. Lupin. It's a Remembrorb. I use a lot of them. The first time you squeeze it, you implant a memory in it. From then on every time you squeeze it, you get to relive the memory. I had Professor Lupin put the memory in. I hope you like it."

Harry gave the ball a squeeze and suddenly, instead of being in a Muggle house hold, he was standing in the middle of Hogwarts. He looked to his right and there was Sirius and his dad with their arms around him. When he looked the other way he saw Peter Pettigrew, also with his arm around him. Then he saw two women come walking up, both wearing Ravenclaw seventh year robes. One was quite obviously Lilly Evans; the other was almost totally unfamiliar. But Harry recognized her from somewhere. Lily embraced his father, while the other girl embraced Sirius . . . passionately. Then James got down on one knee, and said "Lily, I know we have only been dating for a year an a half, but right here, right now, I cant imagine my life without you in it. I want to settle down with you. I want to have a child with you. I want to be yelled at by you because I did something stupid with these yahoos." At this he jerked his head in Harry's and the other Marauders' direction. " I want to be with every bit of you. Lily Rose Evans, will you marry me?"

Lily, after much screaming and crying said yes. Sirius turned to his girlfriend and said, "Man, why would the ruin a great thing like that with marriage?" Lily beat him playfully. Then she gave him a scolding glance that reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasly when James asked him to be his best man. Then they all went into a group hug and the memory ended. Harry was back there in Hermione's house, and this time he was actually crying. He was truly moved.

Prof. Lupin's hand was on his shoulder. "That was the day your father proposed. I thought you would like it best." Harry hugged him, and Remus hugged him back, both were remembering that one happy moment.

The presents were all thoughtful, but the last one, Harry knew he would always cherish. It came from Hermione. It looked like her standard big book. But when Harry unwrapped it, there was a shield showing a large stag, defending its herd. Below were the words "The Most Honorable Family of Potter" then, below that "Semper Fidelis"

"It means 'Always Loyal' Harry." Hermione explained. "I knew you probably knew a lot about your mother's family from your aunt, but it always seemed that you didn't know much about your dad's. I've been making this since our second year. I just kept looking through books and things. It turns out the Potters were a pure blood family until your dad married your mum. But from what I can tell the Potters have never been anything like the Malfoys or the Blacks."

Harry just kept staring at the book. "Harry," she said with a hand on his shoulder, "It is a complete collection of your family's history going back to the time of the founding of Hogwart's. and I've bewitched it so that it will always be complete. It will add entries for your wife and your children." Harry once again was crying. Harry never let himself cry this much before. "Do you like it Harry?" she asked.

Her answer was quite clear as Harry turned around and hugged her so tight she thought she might not be able to breath, but part of her didn't mind that. Most of her really liked the hug, so she returned it. He just kept whispering "Thank you," over and over. Eventually he pulled everyone close to him into the hug; the twins, the rest of the Weaslys, the Grangers, his friends and teachers, and protectors. This was the best birthday ever.

Late that night, everyone started to return home. Ron had to return to the Burrow because he still had homework to do. when Tonks told Harry that he probably needed to get on to his, he told her that he had already done it all. Remus looked at him with one of his rare smiles and said, "Your father just rolled over in his grave. A Potter having his homework done earlier than September first on the train ride is just frightening. But I guess you had to get more from your mum than your eyes."

Lily and Hedwig were getting acquainted upstairs so Hermione was going to force Harry to watch her favorite movie on DVD. After Harry go over the amazement of the sound clarity and the picture quality, the started watching "About A Boy". With only one blanket in the living room, they were forced to sit very close on the couch and share. It was fine, there were used to it from all those nights sneaking around in the invisibility cloak. But the night grew dark, and they grew drowsy, and quite soon, both were asleep on the couch leaning upon each other. Hermione's arm had draped across Harry's torso.

When they awoke, they found a photo of the situation they had been in, with a note; "A small bit for black mail." Hermione shook her head and told Harry not to worry, that her parents were kidders. But Hermione wasn't really able to convince herself. Harry went up to change, but Hermione immediately heard him call for her to get someone. When she went to his room accompanied by her father, who was wielding a large cricket bat, they both stared in shock as Harry was standing just beyond the doorway, talking in Parsletongue to a cobra, which sat on his bed. Hermione cursed Harry for not being more specific and ran to the fireplace to call for Prof. Dumbledore and Hagrid.

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Oh no! Who sent Harry a Cobra? And how did you guys like my presents? I thought they were all pretty cool. I got the idea for the remembrorb from A. M. Bookworm. Did anybody like Hermione's gift? I just thought it was the kind of thing she would do. besides, Harry knows nothing about his father's past.