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The Charm Bracelet

Part 7

*

The breeze is so warm against his face, and the moon is bright. A few fireflies are buzzing across the yard, disappearing seconds later, and an owl hoots from the big willow tree by the clearing that is used for quidditch. Harry is content sitting on a bench in the Weasley's garden in complete darkness. Someone sighs.

A very pretty girl with long, strait hair is sitting next to him. His arm is wrapped around her pulling her close, and her head is resting comfortably on his shoulder. She looks up at him; her bright eyes are visible in the moonlight, smiles and leans closer.

"It's beautiful out, isn't it?" She asks in a voice barley above a whisper.

"Very beautiful," He says, not referring to the night at all. He reaches a hand out and with his index and middle fingers, traces the skin around her cheekbone and jaw line finally making his way to her lower lip. She leans forward, slowly, and he removes his figures, putting them on her shoulder. Leaning down, his face is a mere six inches away from hers. Five inches … He can feel her breath. Four inches …she blinks, and puts one of her hands softly on his upper arm. Three inches … it's really going to happen.

Two inches, she smiles and in an very masculine voice she yells, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY,"

"AHH!"  

"Whoa. What's wrong," Ron said from the door. He was already dressed, and was shooting him a curious look.

"Uh … nothing, you just woke me up. It freaked me out," He lied.

"Oh," Ron said, obviously convinced, "Well, get up mate! You don't want to miss you're birthday breakfast, do you? Mom's been cooking for an hour!"

"Ok, I'll be down in a minute!"

"Alright," He shut the Door and darted down the stairs. If it had been any other dream than the one he was just having, Harry would be thrilled to hear the he was getting a birthday breakfast. But the only thing that he could think of was how much he wanted to punch Ron's lights out for waking him up

*

Breakfast was delicious, as was almost everything that his mom made. Bacon, hotcakes, and fresh strawberry from the garden left him completely satisfied. Everything was going smoothly.

"Where's Dad?" Ginny asked

"He has duty tonight, he'll be back in the morning,"

"Path th' budd'r pweef 'Mi-nee" Ron asked with a mouth full of hotcake.

"Honestly, Ron! Where are your manners?" Mrs. Weasley said, as Hermione looked at him questionably.

He swallowed, "Pass the butter please, Hermione," He said overly politely. His mom shot him a irritated look, but Hermione just laughed a bit and handed him the dish that was sitting in front of him, "Thanks."

"Welcome." She smiled. 'He is so cute sometimes.' She could have slapped herself for thinking that. Cute. Ron. Fat chance.

"So, Harry. Luna is coming over later this afternoon-" As Ginny said it, Hermione could sworn that she saw Harry roll his eyes, "-and Neville to. We are going to throw you a good birthday party for once!" She smiled, as Hermione reached for the syrup. Harry smiled back happily, seeming to get over his little 'Luna' incident. Hermione knew that deep down Harry did like Luna. She and him shared some kind of bond that was unexplainable. Nothing like the bond he shares with Ginny though, that is perfectly explainable. She thought, looking across the table at them. Ginny was laughing at something he had just said, and Harry was grinning like Hermione hadn't seen him do in a long time.

"'Mione are you going to use that, or are you just going to stare at it like it is the most attractive person that you have ever met, cause, y'know, I feel a little betrayed and neglected here. I thought that you would have had more respect for my feelings- you being the expert and all" Ron grinned shaking him head in a 'disappointed' manner.

"Yea, but Ron, don't you understand? I'm doing you a huge favor .It is possible for people to think so highly of themselves that their head explodes," She said in a concerned, motherly voice.

"Aww, you really do care!" He snatched the syrup away from her, and across the table, both Harry and Ginny (who had been remarkably quiet the last few minutes) turned to each other, and burst out laughing.

*

"Oh my god, you're right, it is so obvious!" Ginny said, catching her breath moments later, sitting on the couch.

"To us," Harry pointed out sitting next to her, "Remember who we're dealing with here."

"True enough. But still, I mean, they are all over each other! Did you see that? Hermione even replied to his horribly lame syrup comment!"

"I know! But it worries me that he didn't get all nervous on the pitch a few nights ago when she came out to watch, and he didn't even him blush once. Do you think he is that oblivious that he doesn't even realize he likes her?"

"Maybe he didn't see her?"

"Nah, we saw him look,"

"Maybe he's getting really good at quidditch?"

"Maybe…"

"Maybe we were to easy on him?"

"That's it." Harry leaned back on the cushion, sighing.

"Did I tell you what he got her for her Birthday?" Ginny asked, giggling a bit.

"No, what?"

"A bracelet!" She said excitedly.

"Are you serious, Ron actually went into a jewelry store?" The thought was mind blowing.

"Well, no. Not quiet. I had to drag him in … and it was more of an 'everything' store ... but still..." She trailed off hearing voices coming from the kitchen. Ron and Hermione came in laughing about something.

"Hey," Ginny said casually.

"Hi."

"Hello." Said a dreamy voice from the floor. Everybody in the room jumped, all turning to stair at the fire place,"

"Happy Birthday, Harry," Luna said smiling a bit, "I was just wondering hat time you wanted me to come over. Daddy needed to borrow my owl- his is out- and there is a very interesting story about flesh-eating chives in Yorkshire that he just couldn't leave- what if another magazine got it first- so I decided to ask through the fire,"

Everyone looked around in silence, taking in what she had said. Luna's head just sat patiently in the fire expecting an answer.

"Err, right," Ron mumbled.

"Oh," Ginny said, realizing that she was waiting, "You can come over now, if you're ready,"

"Alright, I will be there in a second." Her head disappeared. She wasn't lying- just a few seconds later the flames in the fireplace turned emerald green, and a short blonde girl stepped out. She was carrying a neatly wrapped package that she set on the coffee table.

She was wearing muggle clothing like most magical students did in the summers, but still had her butter-beer cork necklace on, and now a matching bracelet. She smiled dreamily at everyone, and then to no one in particular asked, "So, is summer going well?"

"Erm, Yea Luna, its going very well," Harry answered, and she gazed at him, "You?"

"Well, it's been quite eventful, actually. Daddy and I went to Sweden for a few months. He had heard from a great source that there was a wild pack of Blibbering Humdingers in Sweden, but it turned out that the source was actually an escaped mental patient. We should have known though- Blibbering Humdingers prefer mountains with a warmer climate, like Bulgaria. Do you not like Bulgaria?" She asked Ron who had shuddered.

"Erm … I've never been," He said going pink.

"It is supposed to be wonderful, rolling mountains, and beautiful forests," Luna said dreamily, as an after thought she said, "Not a bad quidditch team either," Ron went extremely red.

Harry caught Ginny's eye and they both had to turn away to keep from bursting out laughing.

*

Neville came over later that afternoon, and a few hours later Lupin, Tonks, Bill and the Twins joined them for a feast prepared by Mrs. Weasley. After dinner it was time for cake.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Harrrr-y, Happy Birthday to you" sang many cheerful voices, though most of them were very out of key.

"Now blow out the candles, and make a wish!" Exclaimed Tonks.

"And make it good, you're only sixteen once!" Lupin winked and announced quietly beside him. Mrs. Weasley scowled a bit, though it was quite lighthearted. While everyone else laughed.

George patted him on the back, and said wistfully "I have to agree with the old man. If only I hadn't wasted my 'sweet sixteen' wish on a joke shop…"

"I am not old!"

"Sweet, yea right!"

"Don't put any ideas into his head, now."

"Harry, the candles are going to melt all over the cake, are you going to wish or not?"

During the few minutes that everyone was either rooting him on or yelling at George, Harry was busy thinking of what to wish for. His mind trailed from Quidditch, to getting 'Outstanding' on all of his OWLS, but finally landed on the dream that he had the night before.

'I wish…' 

*

After dinner the entire party progress towards the living room. Harry had never seen a bigger stack of presents in his life (Not counting the mountains that his cousin got any given holiday) and they were all for him. Him. Harry Potter. He grinned sitting on the couch in front of the pile.

"Ooh, ours first, ours first!" Fred said like a sugar high twelve year old, thrusting an oddly shaped package at him. He looked up nervously, while Fred and George smiled.

"Well, open it." Tonks said entertained. She looked like she as enjoying herself surrounded by the Weasley family. Harry took a deep breath, and pulled apart the wrapping paper. He couldn't say that he was unprepared for what came next, but it caught him a little off guard. Blue and yellow confetti exploded into his face, and flew into the air spelling out the words, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!


The entire room erupted into laughter at Harry's surprised expression- even Mrs. Weasley. George was holding onto the backrest to keep himself steady; Fred, obviously not finding other means of supports, and fallen to his knees, and had one hand on the coffee table; and Luna's piercing shriek of delight could be heard over all of the rest. Harry laughed as hard as the rest of them before turning back to his gift: Inside was a pack of chocolate frogs, and a note attacked reading- Happy 16th Harry. There is so much stuff that we wanted to give you  (not just for your Birthday, but for the investment) that we couldn't choose- so we think that this will do. 100 gallons of free merchandise from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes- whenever! Take care to wreak havoc for us! ~Fred and George Weasley

"Thanks, guys," He said after the laughter had dies down.

"No problem, Happy Birthday!"

"Here, mine next," Ron said trusting a box towards him.

"Thanks, Ron," He said revealing a small quidditch pitch model complete with fourteen little players; not unlike the one that Oliver Wood had used.

"No problem, I figure that you're a shoe-in for captain next year!" He grinned.

Hermione had giving him a book called NEWT Courses- Do and Don'ts of the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Examinations. Mrs. Weasley gave him a box of home made fudge, and a bag of sugarquills. Tonks had giving him a tin that was full of white, shimmering powder which Harry later found was 'invisibility dust' that could be used to turn the wearer invisible until they washed it off. Ginny had giving him a box of chocolates and a refill package for his broomstick servicing kit and Bill had giving him a small glass pyramid from Egypt that was supposed to grant wishes. Luna gave him a devise that was shaped in an upside down horse shoe that the wizards in South America apparently to detect dark activity, and Neville gave him a wand care kit, as well as a new set of quidditch gloves ('My Uncle works for the Norwegian national team as an equipment manager')

"Thank you so much, everyone" He said happily. The entire room beamed at him, and Mrs. Weasley asked:

"Is anyone up for seconds on cake?" Almost everyone vanished. Harry was left alone with a pile of presents and Lupin, who was pulling something from his robes.

"Now, I couldn't give this to you with Molly around- she would have had my head- But this is from me, and I know that Sirius would have wanted you to have it. Just … Try not to let anyone else know, there are many laws against it." And with that he squeezed Harry's shoulder and went into the kitchen.

Harry stared at the package for a few minutes, wondering what could be inside- before actually getting up the nerve to open it. He tore away the brown packing paper, to reveal a very old, and worn-out leather-bound book. There were no markings on it, other than a symbol that Harry vaguely recognized from somewhere.

He opened it, and on the inside cover there was unfamiliar writing:

To Sirius

This should make fifth year interesting

Happy Birthday!

-James

And on the opposite page, there was text that Read:

The Native Wizarding Art of Animagi

"Oh my God." He said under his breath. This was how they did it. This was the book that his father and Sirius used!

In his mind that was the best Birthday present that he could have received.

*

The night continued with much visiting and laughter. Many people were out playing a game of quidditch, while Hermione sat under the large beech tree, once again watching.

"Hey, Hermione," Said a female voice beside her, "Mind if I share your grass?"

"Not at all," Tonks sat down, and leaned against the trunk, sighing a bit. Her eyes closed; as she ran her fingers through her short brown hair- at least it was for now.

"It's nice to be off duty for once, I have been working for both the Order and the Ministry none stop since the end of June,"

"No kidding. I have barely seen Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley is always popping her head into the fire, or apperating out for a bit." Hermione replied, leaning next to her.

"It's been busy, there is no doubt…" She looked up at the sky.

"Hey, Tonks! You wanna play, we have a few extra brooms." Bill called twenty feet above them, carrying the quaffle; Ginny made a dive for it, but he lunged away not a second to soon.

"Erm … No thanks Bill. Maybe later," Hermione couldn't help but notice that she had went a little pink around her cheeks as she called back.

"Alright." He yelled, tossing the ball towards George.

"Is there something that the rest of the family doesn't know about, Tonks?" Hermione asked slyly. Tonks had been like an older sister to her last summer when she was staying at number 12 Grimmauld place, "Do you like … Bill!"

"WHAT! No!" She said, like it was the most preposterous idea on earth, though she was still pink.

"Sure,"

 "And besides, he has a girlfriend."

"Oh," Hermione said with her eyebrows up, "Who?"

"Some girl named Fleur, or something. She's from France" Tanks said, crossing her arms across he chest.

"Fleur Delacour?" Hermione said, through giggles, "Are you serious?"

"You know her?"

"Yea. She was the Beaubatons champion in the Tri-Wizard tournament. Whoa, sorry-"

She said catching her breath, as Tonks gave her a curious look, "-She just doesn't seem like Bill's type. She is so … high maintenance."

"I take it that you don't like her that much?"

"Well, I don't know her that well. All I know is that she is a snobby little brat, who for some reason attracts every boy within a ten-kilometer radius. Huh, I guess it's the Veela in her." Hermione said bitterly. Tonks smiled a little.

"I guess that I was right."

"Humph"

"It doesn't matter though, because I do not like him!"

"Yea, right."

"I don't!"

"Whatever you say Tonks." She smiled, "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me!"

"I don't have a bloody secret, Hermione!" She growled, messing up Hermione's hair, "I'm going to play!"

"Have fu-un" She teased, as Tonks shot her one of those 'Don't even go there' kind of looks.

*

"Ooh, be on my team, I'm the youngest, and the only girl, we have to stick together!" Ginny screamed from the air as Tonks went to get a broom from the shed. There was an old CleanSweep that looked like it would suit her.

"Alright, who's on the team?" She called up to the redheaded girl.

"You're with Me, Harry and Fred against George, Ron, Bill and Neville." Ginny yelled back.

"Alright. What do you want me to play?" She asked quieter, as she flew into the air next to Harry.

"Play chaser with me and Gin. Fred is Keeper." He said, as he tossed the quaffle towards her.

"Gotcha," She said, watching Neville teeter a bit on his broom. Lowering her voice she asked, "Err, is he going to be alright?"

"Neville?" Harry asked quietly, "Yea, he's quite good when he gets moving, just doesn't have the greatest balance."

"Ok."

"Ready yet?" George called from the opposite end of the field. Harry looked at Tonks, who nodded slightly.

"Yep," He yelled.

"Great, lets get going," Bill yelled, as he sped forwards. Tonks threw the ball over Harry's head, into Ginny's outstretched arms. She leaned down on her broom to keep up with them, as they passed the ball amongst themselves. Harry had the ball when Bill came at him fast, and he tossed it to Tonks lightly. She caught it with ease, and took it towards Ron, who was grinning at her, as if to say, 'Bring it on,'

She shot hard, and it would have gone in if bill hadn't caught it a few feet away from Ron. He grinned and passed it at Neville, who caught it and sped surprisingly quickly towards the goal posts. Fred looked nervous as Neville chucked the ball towards Bill, (who grinned at Tonks as if he was rubbing in their impeccable passing and teamwork skills) then back to Neville, to George, to Bill, who dropped it. Tonks, a few feet under him, caught it with both hands and passed it up to Ginny who took the shot, and scored.

"YES!" Ginny, Fred and Harry yelled at the same time.

Ginny came and high-fived her, whispering, "Nice pass, that's the first goal that we've gotten all night,"

"Really," Tonks replied, equally as quiet.

"Uh-huh. Bill never drops it. He is usually hard to distract when it comes to Quidditch. Seems to be a Weasley trait, mind you." She said, looking over at a very grumpy Ron, and then towards a very relieved Fred.

"Guess that I was lucky," Tonks said smiling.

"Yea, very." Ginny said, flying towards Harry, who now had possession of the quaffle. Tonks caught Hermione's eye, who had been laughing at Ron's face, and cheering on Ginny at the same time.

"Nice catch," She said with a bit of a grin.

"Uh, thanks" she answered.

"Well I'm going in to talk to Luna. See you later."

"Mm-Kay. Bye," She said after her, not really paying attention. Ginny was going fast towards Ron again and was about to shoot, when Bill took the ball right out of her hands.

'Ginny was right. He seems to be unstoppable.' But she didn't have much time to ponder it, as Harry intercepted a pass between Bill and George, then threw the quaffle to Tonks.

*

"We are the champions. We are the champions. No time for losers, 'Cause we are the champions, of the world!" They coursed as Fred Weasley conducted them with his wand.

"Would you four please shut up?" Bill asked exasperated. Harry and the rest of his team laughed at him (along with Luna and Hermione who had come out again to watch about an hour ago) as he threw his broom into the shed.

"Sore loser, Billy?" Fred asked casually, as he distinguished the floating fireballs that he had set up around the pitch when it got to dark to tell who they where passing to.

"NO! And don't you ever call me 'Billy' again, unless you want this Shooting Star shoved up your-"

"Boy's, please there are woman present!" George laughed.

"Where?" Bill said. Earning himself a slap from both Tonks and Ginny. Harry learned, through years of dealing with Hermione, that you never insult a girl, unless necessary- even then, you should expect bodily harm.

"Ouch! Hey, I was just kidding, Geez." He said rubbing the back of his neck. They headed into the house where Mrs. Weasley and Lupin were talking cheerfully with a lady who Harry recognized as Neville's Grandmother.

"Hello dear," She said towards her grandson, who had gone awfully pale, "And Happy Birthday, Harry."

"Oh, thank you Mrs. Longbottom." He said politely. He could hear Ron's muffled snicker behind him.

"Well, we'd best be off. Thank you Molly."

"Oh, no troubles at all. Stop by whenever it strikes your fancy" she answered smiling.

 "Did you have a good time, Neville?" His grandmother turned towards him, rearranging her falcon-topped hat.

"Err, yes, very good. Thanks for dinner Mrs. Weasley." He said, and turned towards Harry, "Happy birthday. See you on the train."

He and his Mrs. Longbottom where about to leave the kitchen, when a strained voice yelled loudly from the living room:

"MOLLY! REMUS! BILL! TONKS! COME QUICK!!"

Everybody hurried to the fireplace, where a very out of breath and tired looking Arthur Weasley's Head was sitting.

"What is it?" Lupin asked, bending down towards his level. Mr. Weasley looked like he was trying to speak a few times, but only panted for breath.

"You're- needed- at- Headquarters." He said through gasps. Everyone in the room was shocked, 'what could they possibly need them for?' And he clearly wasn't the only one, judging by the confused looks on many of the faces.

"What for, Arthur?" Lupin asked in calm voice, though his eyes were full of worry.

Mr. Weasley took a deep breath, in which is seemed like the entire living room was muted, waiting for an answer.

"There's been an attack!"

*

Ooh. àInsert evil maniac laughter here!ß

So that is part Seven of what I hope to be many more chapters! I REALLY hope that you enjoyed it, because I had a blast writing!

Ok, now I REALLY REALLY REALLY! Hope to post again in August, but I am going away for three weeks on Wednesday to a Family reunion and Wedding on Vancouver Island (Trust me, If you don't know your Canadian Geography, and I doubt that you do … It is a LONG ways from Calgary)

Now If I don't get a chance to post again this month … I wasn't you to know- I HAVE NOT ABANDON THIS STORY! I know that it is nothing special, but I am having fun writing it, and I have gotten over 50 Reviews GRINS. Thank you SO much to my lovly reviewers!!!!

Anyway, Have a good, WARM month!

Much luv and thanks ~Angi :o)