Dressing and getting up, Harry heard a commotion coming from downstairs.
As he bounced down the stairs, Aunt Petunia screeched, "Stop that this instant!"
She was in a frenzy, noticing specks of dirt everywhere. When she saw him, she
motioned for him to come talk to her.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, bored. He wanted to go celebrate his birthday.
"Don't you use that tone on me, boy," she snarled. "Now, I invited the new
neighbors for dinner tonight. I want you to stay in your room, and no noise, or
I don't care, you're locked in the cupboard for the rest of the summer."
Harry nodded, then began to leave.
"You don't walk away without saying anything! You never do! What makes you think
today is so special?"
"It's my birthday, if you don't remember," he spat back. He then slammed the front
door and went off to buy something.
He came back with his new watch and a box of figurines. Once he was back in Hogwarts,
he was going to charm the plastic figures to do stuff. But for now, he would just play
around with them. As he walked through the door, he heard Dudley's loud talking, and
the guffawed laughter of his cronies. Heart sinking, he tried to sneak through to the
stairs, but they saw him.
"Oi, isn't it that Potter?" one said; Harry for the life of him couldn't remember any
of their names. They all looked the same- pudgy with muscles and a confused look
imprinted into their faces.
"Ya," Dudley replied glumly. "Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?" Harry asked. Looking at the box of toys, he asked,"This?"
"No, on your wrist," he said, pointing to his new watch.
"Oh, my birthday present to me," Harry answered happily.
"That's expensive, over a hundred pounds," Piers Polkiss commented. "I've been
saving up for one like that."
"You stole it, didn't you?" Dudley accused.
"Na, I'm not like you bunch. I have my own money," Harry commented.
"You're lying. Mom n' Dad don't give you any money." He wanted to go upstairs, he could
hear the flutter of wings in his room, most likely Errol or Pig.
"It's not from your parents. It's from mine," said Harry.
"They didn't have any money. I would know," Dudley disagreed.
"None you could use. But I have money. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I should
go open my other presents."
"From who?" he called as he climbed up the stairs.
"My friends," he yelled down the stairs, then went into his room. Errol, Pig, Hedwig, and
two unknown ones sat on his lumpy bed. Untying the letters and packages from their legs, he
took Hedwig's water bowl from his cage, for better access.
Picking up a letter, he ripped it open.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Sorry if this is a little late, I was really busy the last
week, and forgot to send this beforehand. Anyways, here it is, Fred and George
chipped in too, or it wouldn't be this type. I wanted you to come to our house
again this year, but Hermione invited us, you'll most likely get the letter now.
I hope the muggles'll let you come. 3Ws (Weasley's Wizard Wheezes) is doing great,
and I think Mom approves now. They say they almost have enough to get their own
place, so I'll get their room! See you at Hermione's, or if not, Diagon Alley or
Hogwarts.
Ron
Grabbing the package, he untied the rope and grinned. It looked like an MP3 player,
but it was a magical radio, an RPlayer 2M3, or so the box said.
On the next letter, he knew it was Hermione's because of the neat cursive on
the front.
Harry;
Happy birthday! Hedwig came to deliver this for me, she's so smart! I want to
invite you to my house this year, as we always go to Ron's. If you can come, we'll
pick you up on August 5, at noon. I ordered your present from Quality Quidditch
Supplies, and I'm sure you'll like it. Please owl me back!
Hermione
The present, wrapped in frosted green paper and gold ribbon, was a book, 'Seeker
tips', with a picture of Joseph Wronski, the author, on the front, zooming around.
The next was a present wrapped in Gryffindor paper, with a note taped on, saying;
To Mr. Harry Potter, From Dobby
Expecting a pair of unusual socks, he wasn't disappointed. One was red, with a
Gryffindor lion, along with a black one with a grey sword.
The final looked like a black hole, except for white letters, stating his name and address.
Breaking the seal, he read it slowly.
Dear Mr. Potter;
Upon the passing away of a Mr. Sirius Black, you have been left the following
items;
Vault #315 at Gringotts Bank, London (key enclosed)
'Marauder's Journal'
'Theory of Magic'
An unknown stack of parchment
Also, upon your 18th birthday,
34 Grimmauld Place
Sincerely,
Danielle Chinske
After putting the key in his pocket, he carefully unwrapped the package attached to
it. It contained two books and a pile of parchment wrapped in twine. Untying the cord, he
sifted through the sheets, but only one had any words on it.
Tap them with wand and say the oath of the Marauder's;
'I solemnly swear to be up to no good'
To clear, tap and say,'Mischief Managed'
Padfoot
He knew this was considered magic, so didn't even bother picking up his wand. He would
when he got back to Hogwarts. Flipping through the books, he read exerpts from the journal.
It was a list of events that they did together, from filling the Slytherin Common Room with
seawater to finding new passageways. When he got to the 'Theory of Magic', he wondered why
this would be in here with all this wonderful stuff. However, his questions were answered
once he turned to the title page. At first, it was written, 'Theory of Magic, by Parethius
Teroy. But after a moment, it squirmed until it said, 'How to become an Animagus'.
After staring at it for a moment, he flipped through the many chapters, not
understanding half of the words. He would need Hermione to figure this out. As he heard the
door opened, he supposed it was the new neighbors.
The final one was from Mrs. Weasley, and it was a pile of brownies, cake, and candy.
Who needed dinner when you had that?
Listening to the radio while eating them, he began reading the Marauder's Journal. Before
he knew it, the clock on the wall moved to 1 am. Putting the book on his desk, and went to
sleep.
As he bounced down the stairs, Aunt Petunia screeched, "Stop that this instant!"
She was in a frenzy, noticing specks of dirt everywhere. When she saw him, she
motioned for him to come talk to her.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, bored. He wanted to go celebrate his birthday.
"Don't you use that tone on me, boy," she snarled. "Now, I invited the new
neighbors for dinner tonight. I want you to stay in your room, and no noise, or
I don't care, you're locked in the cupboard for the rest of the summer."
Harry nodded, then began to leave.
"You don't walk away without saying anything! You never do! What makes you think
today is so special?"
"It's my birthday, if you don't remember," he spat back. He then slammed the front
door and went off to buy something.
He came back with his new watch and a box of figurines. Once he was back in Hogwarts,
he was going to charm the plastic figures to do stuff. But for now, he would just play
around with them. As he walked through the door, he heard Dudley's loud talking, and
the guffawed laughter of his cronies. Heart sinking, he tried to sneak through to the
stairs, but they saw him.
"Oi, isn't it that Potter?" one said; Harry for the life of him couldn't remember any
of their names. They all looked the same- pudgy with muscles and a confused look
imprinted into their faces.
"Ya," Dudley replied glumly. "Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?" Harry asked. Looking at the box of toys, he asked,"This?"
"No, on your wrist," he said, pointing to his new watch.
"Oh, my birthday present to me," Harry answered happily.
"That's expensive, over a hundred pounds," Piers Polkiss commented. "I've been
saving up for one like that."
"You stole it, didn't you?" Dudley accused.
"Na, I'm not like you bunch. I have my own money," Harry commented.
"You're lying. Mom n' Dad don't give you any money." He wanted to go upstairs, he could
hear the flutter of wings in his room, most likely Errol or Pig.
"It's not from your parents. It's from mine," said Harry.
"They didn't have any money. I would know," Dudley disagreed.
"None you could use. But I have money. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I should
go open my other presents."
"From who?" he called as he climbed up the stairs.
"My friends," he yelled down the stairs, then went into his room. Errol, Pig, Hedwig, and
two unknown ones sat on his lumpy bed. Untying the letters and packages from their legs, he
took Hedwig's water bowl from his cage, for better access.
Picking up a letter, he ripped it open.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Sorry if this is a little late, I was really busy the last
week, and forgot to send this beforehand. Anyways, here it is, Fred and George
chipped in too, or it wouldn't be this type. I wanted you to come to our house
again this year, but Hermione invited us, you'll most likely get the letter now.
I hope the muggles'll let you come. 3Ws (Weasley's Wizard Wheezes) is doing great,
and I think Mom approves now. They say they almost have enough to get their own
place, so I'll get their room! See you at Hermione's, or if not, Diagon Alley or
Hogwarts.
Ron
Grabbing the package, he untied the rope and grinned. It looked like an MP3 player,
but it was a magical radio, an RPlayer 2M3, or so the box said.
On the next letter, he knew it was Hermione's because of the neat cursive on
the front.
Harry;
Happy birthday! Hedwig came to deliver this for me, she's so smart! I want to
invite you to my house this year, as we always go to Ron's. If you can come, we'll
pick you up on August 5, at noon. I ordered your present from Quality Quidditch
Supplies, and I'm sure you'll like it. Please owl me back!
Hermione
The present, wrapped in frosted green paper and gold ribbon, was a book, 'Seeker
tips', with a picture of Joseph Wronski, the author, on the front, zooming around.
The next was a present wrapped in Gryffindor paper, with a note taped on, saying;
To Mr. Harry Potter, From Dobby
Expecting a pair of unusual socks, he wasn't disappointed. One was red, with a
Gryffindor lion, along with a black one with a grey sword.
The final looked like a black hole, except for white letters, stating his name and address.
Breaking the seal, he read it slowly.
Dear Mr. Potter;
Upon the passing away of a Mr. Sirius Black, you have been left the following
items;
Vault #315 at Gringotts Bank, London (key enclosed)
'Marauder's Journal'
'Theory of Magic'
An unknown stack of parchment
Also, upon your 18th birthday,
34 Grimmauld Place
Sincerely,
Danielle Chinske
After putting the key in his pocket, he carefully unwrapped the package attached to
it. It contained two books and a pile of parchment wrapped in twine. Untying the cord, he
sifted through the sheets, but only one had any words on it.
Tap them with wand and say the oath of the Marauder's;
'I solemnly swear to be up to no good'
To clear, tap and say,'Mischief Managed'
Padfoot
He knew this was considered magic, so didn't even bother picking up his wand. He would
when he got back to Hogwarts. Flipping through the books, he read exerpts from the journal.
It was a list of events that they did together, from filling the Slytherin Common Room with
seawater to finding new passageways. When he got to the 'Theory of Magic', he wondered why
this would be in here with all this wonderful stuff. However, his questions were answered
once he turned to the title page. At first, it was written, 'Theory of Magic, by Parethius
Teroy. But after a moment, it squirmed until it said, 'How to become an Animagus'.
After staring at it for a moment, he flipped through the many chapters, not
understanding half of the words. He would need Hermione to figure this out. As he heard the
door opened, he supposed it was the new neighbors.
The final one was from Mrs. Weasley, and it was a pile of brownies, cake, and candy.
Who needed dinner when you had that?
Listening to the radio while eating them, he began reading the Marauder's Journal. Before
he knew it, the clock on the wall moved to 1 am. Putting the book on his desk, and went to
sleep.