Chapter 10
As he had expected, Harry tossed and turned all night. It took until daybreak for him to realise it was his birthday. He had been fifteen for a few hours and it had felt no different to fourteen. Gladly getting up, he made his way downstairs.
"Hi Tom, Can I please have a glass of orange juice?" Harry asked, stifling a yawn and rubbing his eyes. He looked up to find a giant chocolate mud cake in front of him. In big emerald green icing read the words "Happy Birthday Harry". Looking around, Harry realised all the tables were empty and that the bar was strangely deserted. Even Tom seemed to have disappeared. Harry felt eerie, so he picked up his chocolate cake and took himself back upstairs to his room. Sitting down on his bed he realised his stomach was grumbling unhappily, so he took a big bite out of his cake, not even bothering to cut a slice.
A ruffling of feathers made him look at the window. There he found Hedwig with a package tied to her foot. It was a rather large package but Hedwig seemed undaunted by it. Glad to see a familiar face he opened the window letting her in, then rushing to replace the feed in her cage. He untied the package, which suddenly turned burdensome, and patted Hedwig on the head. She hooted appreciatively.
Slowly and cautiously he made his way to the package and envelope. In the last week or so he had developed a sort of distaste for letters. Once more the envelope was silver, but this time the accompanying package was a rich burgundy colour with miniature printed broomsticks on it. This reminded him of the robes Bulgaria wore at the Quidditch Cup last year.
Tediously, he opened the envelope:
Hello Harry!
I'm so glad Hedwig found me, I wasn't sure where you were. Currently I'm staying in
Bulgaria, (notice the theme of the wrapping?) Viktor invited me to stay for a few
weeks. I'm due back in about six day's time. Maybe Ron, you and myself can meet up
in Diagon Alley. I haven't heard of any of the contemporary news, (The Daily
Prophet doesn't deliver to Bulgaria) so you must inform me on what's going on, in
your reply. I don't want to be behind the times. Your birthday present is from both
Viktor and me!
Love Hermione
P.S. Have you read our booklist yet? What in the world is a Tudthysu? They don't sell
Any of them here so I couldn't find out.
Harry let an unexpected chuckle slip out. You hardly even run into something Hermione didn't know. Then he turned to the package, a newfound confidence in him. He had mentally argued that if the package was a gift, it could not be bad, and since it had broomsticks on the wrapping it had to be connected with Quidditch somehow. Eagerly he ripped open the paper. A voluminous, red, leather bound book bounced down on his bed. It looked like an antique and quite valuable. Gently he removed the protective wrapper and looked in wonderment at the front cover:
The Magikness of Quidditch: An Encyclopedia
EDITION 1
He opened the cover and a note fell out:
To the proud owner of this wonderful book, My associates and I here at Quidditch
Enterprise are delighted to announce that this is the most limited Quidditch book in
the world. Being the most enlightening and factual while still being the most
absorbing, It contains a section in which every member of every professional
Quidditch team has signed since the beginning of the game itself. We recommend you
handle it with care and store it where it will be kept safe, preferably on a non-
scratching surface. Do not undertake any spells on the book as it decreases its value
dramatically.
Respect the Book
Yours truly,
Philanciano "Phil" Quantaine Mespanti
Head Representative of Quidditch Enterprise
Harry layed the book on the bed and just looked at it. He wanted badly to turn the page but felt it would crumble under his fingers. After a while he found the guts to re-open the book. The colours were remarkable and the pictures so phenomenal, Harry felt he was in midair with the Quidditch players. Harry was falling more in love with his new book every second. He was only jolted back to the real world when a sharp tapping at the window interrupted him. This time it was Pig.
Ron had sent him a birthday gift as well. A big bag of new jokes, pranks and various other annoyances Fred and George had invented over the summer, a peanut-butter cake made by Mrs. Weasley and a pair of "Never-Smell-Bad's Always Amazing Fragrant Socks". According to the label, the socks never smelt unpleasant and had a different fragrance everyday. Taking a whiff, Harry discovered that today's smell was pleasantly, Roast Beef.
A/N: If anyone has questions please e-mail or review. Remember its really helpful when you do this (
As he had expected, Harry tossed and turned all night. It took until daybreak for him to realise it was his birthday. He had been fifteen for a few hours and it had felt no different to fourteen. Gladly getting up, he made his way downstairs.
"Hi Tom, Can I please have a glass of orange juice?" Harry asked, stifling a yawn and rubbing his eyes. He looked up to find a giant chocolate mud cake in front of him. In big emerald green icing read the words "Happy Birthday Harry". Looking around, Harry realised all the tables were empty and that the bar was strangely deserted. Even Tom seemed to have disappeared. Harry felt eerie, so he picked up his chocolate cake and took himself back upstairs to his room. Sitting down on his bed he realised his stomach was grumbling unhappily, so he took a big bite out of his cake, not even bothering to cut a slice.
A ruffling of feathers made him look at the window. There he found Hedwig with a package tied to her foot. It was a rather large package but Hedwig seemed undaunted by it. Glad to see a familiar face he opened the window letting her in, then rushing to replace the feed in her cage. He untied the package, which suddenly turned burdensome, and patted Hedwig on the head. She hooted appreciatively.
Slowly and cautiously he made his way to the package and envelope. In the last week or so he had developed a sort of distaste for letters. Once more the envelope was silver, but this time the accompanying package was a rich burgundy colour with miniature printed broomsticks on it. This reminded him of the robes Bulgaria wore at the Quidditch Cup last year.
Tediously, he opened the envelope:
Hello Harry!
I'm so glad Hedwig found me, I wasn't sure where you were. Currently I'm staying in
Bulgaria, (notice the theme of the wrapping?) Viktor invited me to stay for a few
weeks. I'm due back in about six day's time. Maybe Ron, you and myself can meet up
in Diagon Alley. I haven't heard of any of the contemporary news, (The Daily
Prophet doesn't deliver to Bulgaria) so you must inform me on what's going on, in
your reply. I don't want to be behind the times. Your birthday present is from both
Viktor and me!
Love Hermione
P.S. Have you read our booklist yet? What in the world is a Tudthysu? They don't sell
Any of them here so I couldn't find out.
Harry let an unexpected chuckle slip out. You hardly even run into something Hermione didn't know. Then he turned to the package, a newfound confidence in him. He had mentally argued that if the package was a gift, it could not be bad, and since it had broomsticks on the wrapping it had to be connected with Quidditch somehow. Eagerly he ripped open the paper. A voluminous, red, leather bound book bounced down on his bed. It looked like an antique and quite valuable. Gently he removed the protective wrapper and looked in wonderment at the front cover:
The Magikness of Quidditch: An Encyclopedia
EDITION 1
He opened the cover and a note fell out:
To the proud owner of this wonderful book, My associates and I here at Quidditch
Enterprise are delighted to announce that this is the most limited Quidditch book in
the world. Being the most enlightening and factual while still being the most
absorbing, It contains a section in which every member of every professional
Quidditch team has signed since the beginning of the game itself. We recommend you
handle it with care and store it where it will be kept safe, preferably on a non-
scratching surface. Do not undertake any spells on the book as it decreases its value
dramatically.
Respect the Book
Yours truly,
Philanciano "Phil" Quantaine Mespanti
Head Representative of Quidditch Enterprise
Harry layed the book on the bed and just looked at it. He wanted badly to turn the page but felt it would crumble under his fingers. After a while he found the guts to re-open the book. The colours were remarkable and the pictures so phenomenal, Harry felt he was in midair with the Quidditch players. Harry was falling more in love with his new book every second. He was only jolted back to the real world when a sharp tapping at the window interrupted him. This time it was Pig.
Ron had sent him a birthday gift as well. A big bag of new jokes, pranks and various other annoyances Fred and George had invented over the summer, a peanut-butter cake made by Mrs. Weasley and a pair of "Never-Smell-Bad's Always Amazing Fragrant Socks". According to the label, the socks never smelt unpleasant and had a different fragrance everyday. Taking a whiff, Harry discovered that today's smell was pleasantly, Roast Beef.
A/N: If anyone has questions please e-mail or review. Remember its really helpful when you do this (
