Harry was awaken by a soft thump of an owl landing on his bed.
His eyes crept open to look at the owl and groaned, he turned over and away from the owl, pulling the covers over his head. The owl gave a hoot, and pecked Harry. Harry tried to shoo the owl away, but it's pecks were becoming more furious with each swipe he took to make it go away.
"Alright! Alright! I'm going!" he mumbled. Finally he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
He put on his glasses and found it was 11:59.
He watched the red numbers turn 12:00 and silently wished himself Happy Birthday. He finally turned to the owl, and opened the letter attached to it's foot. He give it a small pat then sent it on it's way. Then he carefully opened the letter. It was covered in a sticky substance and had been haphazardly folded.
When he finally managed to open, he nearly yelled for joy which probably would have earned him a week of being locked up in his room and living off of canned soup. (not that he would have minded so much, he would be away from the Dursley's, and at night, he could always sneak food.) The parchment had only one mark on it, but it's meaning was unmistakable.
In the middle of the parchment was a single black paw print.
Siruis was alive.