Disclaimer: Many of the characters, thoughts and ideas that are in this fan fiction are not of my own design. Though this story is from my imagination, I realize that this is the property of Warner Bros. and J.K. Rowling. This is not J. K. Rowling's work. I also read many FFs and if you see something similar to another work it is entirely unintentional. I have posted this on harrypotter.com as well…. There it is complete and filled with cliffies… hence my screen name Princess of cliffies on the Harry Potter boards I go by the name of rebcschult in case you would like to read it in it's original form…. Also this was written preOotP hence the name…. but I decided after much deliberation and coercion from my on line friends who wanted me to post it here that I would finally do so! I am also writing a year six to follow this year five on the boards, which when I'm finished over there and done editing it I will post here as well…

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CHAPTER THREE – BIRTHDAY WISHES

Every evening since it happened in front of the Dursleys, Harry had found that his scar had burned dully, almost constantly. He could feel that Voldemort was searching for him. He felt watched and followed every time he left the house to go to Amelia's house and back. He had to admit, though, that it was perhaps the best two weeks in the summer that he had ever had.

The days were passed with good food and conversation. And there were times that Amelia just let him lay out in the yard in the warm sun. He often secretly brought his homework to her house and did it out on the patio in the garden, which Amelia liked very much, because she was able to see what they were teaching and what she still knew. She practiced things with her old wand, which just sparked and fizzled. Harry thought about it and asked where she had gotten her wand.

"Oh, it was my grandmother's old wand. At the time my mother couldn't afford to buy things for both of us, so I volunteered to take hand-me-downs, to save my mother from having to buy as both new things. My grandmother had recently died so my mother gave me all of her old things… at least the ones that I could use."

"What kind of witch was she?"

"Not a very good one according to my mother. Why?"

"Because maybe it's the wand and not you. Why don't you go to Diagon Alley and get a new wand? Maybe if you have the right wand it will give you more confidence…. That might be why your best subject, too, was one of the only ones that didn't require a wand."

"You are amazing, Harry. Do you know that? You have just shown wisdom beyond your years with a suggestion like that."

"Well, it is partly selfish actually. I don't know how I'm going to get to Diagon Alley this year. I know I could use the Knight Bus if I had to, but…"

"The Knight Bus?"

"Yeah, it's a triple-decker bus that has beds in it, instead of seats. Wizards can call it when they are in a bind and need a way to get out of a place, by shooting sparks in the air…"

"Oh yeah, I think I remember something about it. It's a kind of violent shade of purple. Isn't it?"

"Yeah. I had to use it during the summer between my second and third years at Hogwarts." Amelia gave him a funny, confused look. "Long story…. I'll tell you about it some other time…. Erm, anyway, as I was saying…. My friends who I usually go with to Diagon Alley are… having problems to say the least. I'm not sure how they are even going to get to Hogwarts this year, let alone the Alley. I'm actually quite worried about them. I haven't heard from them in weeks."

Amelia put her hand upon Harry's shoulder. "I'm sure that everything is all right, Harry. Don't worry." She smiled at him. He smiled back.

Harry went home that evening feeling a little better about things. He had been troubled about how he would get to Diagon Alley and he had been really worried about his friends, especially Hermione. He wondered how she had taken the news about her parents. But he had not known what to say to her, so had not written to her yet. He felt bad. He must have started a hundred letters to her, but none of them sounded right to him.

His thoughts of his friend were soon cut off by the familiar feeling of wariness. He ran back to his uncle's house and went inside. He ran to his room, not wanting to face his family at that moment. As he calmed the jittery feeling and fought against the dull burn that he had almost gotten used to by now, he pulled out a piece of parchment to see if he could write to Hermione, while it was still fairly fresh in his mind.

Hermione,

I can't tell you the number of times that I tried to start this letter. I know that I should have been the first one to write to you, because I truly know what you are going through. But I found myself not really knowing what to say. Even now as I write this, I'm thinking I should just tear it up. But I just wanted to say that I am truly sorry about what happened, and if you ever just need to talk about it, I'm here.

Your friend,

Harry

There, that would just have to do, thought Harry. He put the letter into an envelope and sealed it. He turned to put it onto Hedwig's leg and realized that she had not returned from her last flight. It had been nearly two weeks since she had left to bring Dumbledore the letter from his uncle. He was not entirely sure, but he felt that in some way she was angry with him for making her do that.

Harry went back down to the kitchen where everyone was sitting around the small television watching some stupid show. He sat down quietly and ate his scanty dinner. Ever since he had collapsed his aunt, uncle, and cousin acted almost entirely as if he didn't exist, which was fine with him. The only time that he was acknowledged by anyone was when Dudley decided that Harry needed to be teased for it. Harry refused to react to his cousin's taunting, though. So Dudley would just go back to pretending that Harry did not exist. When he finished he got up and went back to his room.

He pulled out his photo album and looked through the pictures. His eyes began to droop and before he knew it he fell asleep on the book.

A few hours later he thought he could hear some squawking. He lifted his head and realized that he was still at his desk. He looked up at his window and saw seven owls. He got up and let them in. A small owl flew in first and circled his head five times before landing on the bed and hopping up and down until Harry untied the package from his legs. The little owl flew up and circled around the ceiling.

This little owl Harry recognized as Pigwidgeon, or Pig for short. This was Ron's owl. "Calm down, Pig." Pig hooted as he continued to circle the ceiling. "Yes, I'm sure that everyone's proud of you. Now please calm down." But Pig continued for about ten minutes, while Harry untied the rest of the packages from the other owls. The four unknown owls in the middle all took off after being relieved of their load.

When he came to Hedwig, he ran over to the desk and grabbed his letter to Hermione. "Hedwig, I know that you just got back, but would you mind delivering this to Hermione for me?" Hedwig hooted softly and stuck her leg out for Harry to tie the letter to. She nipped his fingers affectionately and took off out the window when Harry was done.

The last bird that Harry came to was one he didn't expect to see. It had obviously keeled over. Its large gray body lay motionless on his bed. It was Errol, the Weasley's other owl, who was so old that Harry wasn't sure if he had actually died once he hit Harry's bed or if he was just doing his usual trick of passing out after a flight. Harry began to untie the envelope that was attached to Errol's legs when the bird stirred. Harry brought Errol to Hedwig's cage and he hooted what seemed like a meek thank you to Harry before collapsing to the bottom of her cage.

Harry return to his bed and was questioning why he had gotten all of these packages until he looked at his clock and realized that it was 2am on July 31st, his birthday. He grabbed the first thing he had untied, realizing that the owl that had delivered it had just landed in the cage next to Errol. Harry shook his head as the little owl bounced up and down on the perch in Hedwig's cage. He opened the letter that had Ron's untidy scrawl on it.

Harry,

I haven't written sooner because I have been very busy helping rebuild the Burrow. I've wanted to thank you for risking your life to warn us about the raid that You-Know-Who had planned on our home and most of all his plan to take Ginny and me. But if you ever do that again I'll kill you myself!!

There is no need for you to risk your life for measly, little old me. Your life is worth more than that to risk being caught by You-Know-Who. So don't worry about me. Anyway, mate, Happy Birthday. I'm sorry that I couldn't get anything for you this year, but I hope you understand why. There's a letter in this envelope from my parents as well. Oh, and let me know when you are going to be in Diagon Alley. I still have to get books for school after all.

Ron

Harry looked at the letter in his hands. He was shocked to say the least. Ron's letter had seemed really cold, but he guessed that he understood why he was angry. He supposed he would be too, if it happed to him. He went to his desk. He was glad that he had talked with Amelia that day about going to Diagon Alley. He wrote a quick note back to Ron that told him that he would be going to Diagon Alley in the last week of the term, and that he hoped to see him there. He almost apologized for saving Ron's life, but he knew that he wasn't sorry for doing that. He was just sorry for what had happened.

Harry went back to the envelope and took out the other letter that had been tucked further down in it. It was obvious that Mrs. Weasley had written it after Ron had written his.

Harry Dear,

Don't listen to Ron's babble in his letter. He's been in awe of the fact that you would risk your life for him ever since you left. Not one day has gone by where he hasn't said something about how much he admires you and your courage. But that is not why I am writing to you.

Our family has been staying in the Leaky Caldron for the time that the repairs have been going on, though we have come home everyday to work on the Burrow. So anytime that you are coming to Diagon Alley we should be around. The last week of the vacation we will just be resting up before the term starts, so we should be there the whole time. We would be honored if you would stay at the Leaky Caldron for the last week of the summer with us. We would all go over to King's Cross together on the first of September.

I have written a small note to your uncle and aunt to let them know what would be going on. Hope to see you there, dear. Thank you again for all that you have done for us. After all we can replace our things, but I can't replace my children.

Affectionately yours,

Molly Weasley.

Harry almost jumped up and down in excitement. He couldn't wait. He took the second page of her letter, which was the note to his aunt and uncle and put it on his bureau, so that he could hand it to them later that morning. He returned to his bed and opened the next package. On top was a card that Harry recognized as one from Hagrid, the Gamekeeper of Hogwarts and one of Harry's closest adult friends. It was in fact Hagrid who saved Harry from his relatives and helped him get to Hogwarts for the very first time. Their adventures since then had been quite incredible.

Harry was most curious about what Dumbledore had asked him to do at the end of the last year. Dumbledore said that he had a special assignment for Hagrid during the summer. Harry was anxious to know how it was going. He tore open the card and found it cryptic at best.

Harry,

Happy birthday!

Hope all is well where you are.

Don't know when I'll be done with the new assignment that Dumbledore has trusted me with. Great man, Dumbledore!

Hope to see you soon.

All the best,

Hagrid

Harry cautiously looked into the box that held Hagrid's gift. Hagrid did not have a very good track record for gifts. In Harry's third year he had sent Harry a biting book, which turned out later was used in the class that Hagrid's taught, The Care of Magical Creatures.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a rock cake that Hagrid had obviously made and a slip of paper. He opened it up and a smaller piece of paper fell out. Harry looked at the smaller piece of paper first, which was obviously a note.

Sorry I couldn't do more than this, this year, Harry, but I hope that you will understand being that I'm away and all. The rock cakes will not be up to my usual standard because of that. I hope you like it.

Hagrid

Harry looked at the big piece of paper and chuckled. It was a gift that Harry thought that only Hagrid or Ron's older brother, Charlie, would appreciate. It was a certificate to an adopted wild dragon. The certificate explained that it was to help keep the dragon sanctuaries open. These sanctuaries were for protecting the wild dragons from the general public.

Charlie Weasley worked at a dragon sanctuary, which was not necessarily the safest or easiest job, but he seem to love it. He had always done well with magical creatures, in fact Care of Magical creatures was his best subject when he had been at Hogwarts. And because he had been good friends with Hagrid, a dragon sanctuary sounded like a really interesting place to work. Hagrid had always filled Charlie's head with ideas about how wonderful dragons really were.

Hagrid had always wanted a dragon. He tended to think that some of the biggest and most dangerous animals were lovable and cuddly. Harry remembered how in his first year at Hogwarts, Hagrid had told him how much he really wanted a dragon as a pet. Something that Voldemort's minion, Quirrell, had found out and exploited.

As a cloaked stranger, Quirrell had followed Hagrid into Hog's Head, the pub in the completely magical town near Hogwarts called Hogsmeade, and waited for the right moment. Hagrid had never hidden the fact that he enjoyed a bit of Mulled Mead. Quirrell as the stranger kept buying Hagrid drinks and got him talking about how to get past the vicious giant three headed dog that guarded a trap door that led to something that could have brought Voldemort back to full strength, the Sorcerer's (Philosopher's) Stone.

At first even the drinks weren't enough to get Hagrid to reveal anything with gentle prodding from Quirrell, which he had some how suspected. So he had revealed the fact that he had had a dragon's egg that he was willing to play cards with Hagrid for. This was just the nudge that Hagrid needed. Quirrell had told Hagrid that he didn't want to give the egg to just anyone, he had to be able to handle the dragon while taking good care of it at the same time. That got Hagrid talking about the creatures that were in his care. And that was when Hagrid inadvertently revealed the information to the one person who shouldn't have found out how get past the dog.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron had had to help get the dragon out of the castle before anyone found out about it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had had to call on Charlie Weasley to take the dragon away to the sanctuary that he worked at. Something that kept Hagrid depressed for weeks, knowing he was so close to fulfilling his dream. Though there was a brief moment in the beginning of Harry's last year when Hagrid was able to be in close proximity to dragons once again.

The first task of the Tri-wizard's Tournament had been to try and get past a dragon to get a golden egg that held a clue to the second task. The dragons had been on the grounds of Hogwarts for a week before the task. It had in fact been Hagrid that told Harry to meet him so that he could see what the first task was all about.

Hagrid did this because Harry had been the fourth name that came out of the Goblet of Fire, the supposed impartial judge that was supposed to determine who the champions of the three schools, none of whom could be under the age of sixteen. Someone had put Harry's name in under the guise of a fourth school and had put a spell on the goblet to get it to spit out the name of the fourth champion, Harry. Hagrid had felt that it was only fair to give Harry the heads up.

Harry thought it was ironic at best that Hagrid had adopted a Hungarian Horntail for him. That was the dragon that Harry had had to try to get past. He shuddered involuntarily at the thought of how close that he had come to getting cooked by the beast. Harry just rolled his eyes and shook his head saying, "Only you, Hagrid, would think that I would appreciate something like this."

He decided to see what the rock cakes were like, since Hagrid had said that they wouldn't be like they usually were. Harry took a small piece out. He was surprised at how soft they were for a change. He cautiously bit into it. "Wow, Hagrid. This is wicked." Harry grabbed a bigger piece and munched on it as he opened the next package on his bed. It had a handwriting that Harry thought was familiar, but couldn't quite place.

It was from the two Mrs. Figgs. There was a note on the top of the package that merely said, "Thank you for helping us become a family again. Happy Birthday." He opened the package and found a smaller package wrapped in a newspaper clipping from the Daily Prophet. He was about to rip the paper off of the package when he noticed the words You-Know-Who on the parchment. He carefully took the clipping off of the package and spread it out to look at it. There was a black and white picture of the minister above the article standing at a podium. His usual pinstriped cloak was hanging over his small, portly frame. His bowler hat was sitting on top of the podium so that he could barely see over it. What could be seen in his face above all was fear and defiance. Gone was the usual jovial look of the man, though he did seem to be trying to fake the old look.

Ministry Still Denies the Return of You-Know-Who

Minister Cornelius Fudge, today, held a public press conference where he vehemently denied the rumors circulating that You-Know-Who has somehow miraculously come back to life.

Minister Fudge states, "There is no reason to believe that these recent events are anything more than mere hoaxes, copycat threats such as what was seen at the Quidditch World Cup last year. That incident turned out to be nothing but a ruse intended to distract the Ministry Officials from the real crime of robbery. Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, had been carrying a large amount of gold for the Ministry and he had been attacked."

However when asked about the whereabouts of the said Mr. Bagman for his comments, the Minister could provide no answers. Apparently the man had disappeared at the end of May just after the completion of the Tri-wizard Tournament at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Which leaves this reporter asking many questions, not the least of which is: With all the strange occurrences and deaths of Muggles and Wizards and Witches that were from "un-pure" families over the past few months, how can the Minister still deny the possibility that the rumors of You-Know-Who's return are true? – Special Assignments Reporter, Rita Skeeter.

Wow, that was actually tame for Rita. I guess she finally did get her comeuppance with Hermione, thought Harry as he chuckled at the thought of Rita being locked up in a glass jar. His thoughts turned to the horrible articles she had written during the last year about Hagrid and Harry and the other champions of the tournament. She had written one particularly awful article near the end of the Tri-wizard Tournament that had made Fudge doubt that Harry was capable of telling the truth about Voldemort's return.

Rita had seemed to be able to able to pick out pieces of conversations that were extremely personal and spoken when there were no others around. Harry thought that somehow she had been able to bug them with listening devices, which of course Hermione had instantly corrected them stating that any Muggle device could not be used on the grounds of the school. However it did give her an idea.

Hermione had found out that Rita Skeeter was an unregistered Animagus in the shape of a beetle. So they truly had been "bugged" not by Muggle equipment, but rather by the woman herself. She then trapped her in a glass bottle and threatened to expose her if she didn't leave Harry and his friends alone. It seemed so far that she had been true to her word.

Harry looked down into his hand and realized that he still held the small box that had been surrounded by the article. He opened the box slowly and found two keys. Each had a label on it with a number. A little note was on the back of one of the labels. "For when we go to Diagon Alley," it read. Harry figured that they must be keys to vaults in Gringotts, a wizard's bank in Diagon Alley. He closed the box and set it aside.

He picked up the piece of rock cake again and took another bite while he turned his attention to the next package. It was from someone he least expected to get something from, Remus Lupin. Lupin had been his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in his third year. He was also a werewolf, and though many people feared werewolves, Harry did not fear him. He had helped Harry tremendously that year, to overcome his fear of Dementors, sightless soul-sucking fiends, by giving him extra lessons to perform the only defense against them. Not to mention he had been one of his father's best friends. Even so, Harry wondered why he would be getting a package from him.

Then Harry remembered that Dumbledore had told his godfather to lay low with Lupin for a while. His godfather, Sirius, a convict who performed a near impossible escape from Azkaban, the terrifying wizard prison where Dementors guarded, in order to protect Harry in his third year from Wormtail, who at the time was acting as Ron's pet rat Scabbers.

Sirius had been falsely accused of betraying Harry's parents. But Harry had found out differently and had helped Sirius escape a fate worse than death, receiving the Dementor's Kiss which was where the soul of a person was completely suck out of their body through their mouth by the Dementor. Sirius had been on the run ever since.

After the third task of the tournament last year, though, his godfather had risked coming to his side. Harry remembered that Sirius, too, just as Hagrid, had been sent on an important mission, by Dumbledore, to gather up all of the "old gang". Now what were their names again? Harry tried to recall. Those first few days after what had happened to him with Voldemort were still just sketchy at best. But he thought that he remembered three names. Remus Lupin of course, Mundungus Fletcher and….

Harry gasped to himself when he realized that the last person on that list had been a woman that had been helping him and visiting him off and on for the past two weeks, Arabella Figg. He briefly wondered why he hadn't realized that before and why Sirius would have had to contact her.

He then turned his attention back to the package on the bed. Harry excitedly opened the package quickly and found that there were two presents and a note in the package. Harry picked up the note first.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Enclosed you will find two gifts. It was decided that since you have a tendency to get yourself into trouble by not following the rules, that one of these gifts would be given to you for your own protection. Please don't feel that this is a license to do whatever you wish. It should be used only in extreme emergency, because it takes a long time to recharge. The other present is something that I put together and thought that you would appreciate. By the way, Snuffles says hello.

Stay safe Harry.

Yours truly,

Remus Lupin

Harry smiled at the reference to his godfather as Snuffles, as that was what Sirius had asked Harry to call him that last year when they talked about him around others. Snuffles is what Harry called his alter ego.

Sirius, too, was an unregistered Animagus. He had become one back when he, Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and Harry's dad, James, were at Hogwarts. They were a foursome. James and Sirius were the most talented of their years. They had figure out that Lupin was a werewolf and wanted to accompany him during changes, but it was too dangerous to do so as humans. So they took three years and taught themselves, as well as Peter, how to become Animagi, but they never registered because they felt that they could get in trouble for becoming Animagi without proper supervision. Which truly was unfortunate, since Wormtail had become an ardent follower of Voldemort.

Harry pulled out the boxes. One large box had Lupin written on it. The other smaller, long, thin box had Snuffles written on it. He opened the one from Lupin first, being extremely curious about what he could have put together for him. It was an album, a collage of sorts. There were letters and pictures of his parents when they had been at Hogwarts. Near the end were bits of his father's notes on how to become an Animagus and some of his other school notes. Some of the pages looked very worn, indeed. Some were ripped or scorched slightly on the edges, but still very readable. On the last page was a little message from Lupin. "Some of these I had. Some I got from the ruined house that your parents had called home before they died. From the time that I had seen you in your third year, I've been putting this together for you. I'm sorry that some of the pages are not perfect, but I thought if you could have even a little of your parent's history you would appreciate it. Lupin." Tears entered Harry's eyes. Of all the gifts so far it was the one that he knew meant the most to him. He quickly got off of his bed and put it in under the loose floorboards under his bed.

He picked up the gift from Snuffles. He opened the box. In it was another news clipping from the Daily Prophet. This one was about a sighting of Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew Seen?

Early today a former Potions Professor of Hogwarts, Mundungus Fletcher, was travelling through London when he claims to have seen one Peter Pettigrew. Fletcher claims to have known Pettigrew from when he was one of his students.

Pettigrew is best known for his confrontation with Sirius Black after Black's betrayal of the Potters almost fourteen years ago. Pettigrew had cornered Black, who then, as it is well known, cursed the man blowing apart the street and killing Pettigrew and twelve Muggles in the process. It is widely known that the only part that was found of the man after he was attacked by Black, was a single finger.

Fletcher claims that that the man had a missing right hand, having instead a metal hand in its stead. Several witnesses in the surrounding area were able to confirm seeing a man with a metal hand, though they could not confirm the man's identity. This leaves this reporter asking many questions.

For instance, if Pettigrew is in fact not dead, then why would he have not shown himself to help put the murderous Black away completely? Or why wouldn't he have come out of hiding when he had heard that Black was convicted? Is there some truth to the rumor that it was not in fact Black that was You-Know-Who's follower, but Pettigrew instead? – Special Assignment Reporter, Rita Skeeter.

Harry's heart leapt. Could this mean that the community at large might actually start to accept that Sirius was in fact innocent of his crimes? Harry had to admit he was starting to like what Rita Skeeter was writing because this was the second article that she had written that seemed to be more in Harry's favor.

Harry was about to set aside the article when he noticed that there was a note on the other side of the paper.

Harry,

Happy Birthday! If you put this next to the Marauder's Map, which I know from Remus that you now own, it will tell you how to use it. But as Remus has told you in his note, this can only be used in an emergency. So please use it wisely. You should keep it and the Map with you at all times this year with Voldemort on the loose. I hope all is well with you and tell Hermione that I am sorry to hear about her parents when you see her.

Love your godfather,

Sirius.

Harry then looked in the box again. It was a quill made from, surprisingly, a white snowy owl feather. In fact it almost looked like Hedwig's feather. He looked at it questionably. But shrugged and decided to put it away with the rest of his things. He guessed he would just find out what the pen did when he got back to school and could activate the map again. The Marauder's Map had been given to Harry in his third year by Ron's older troublemaker twin brothers, Fred and George. They had used the map many a time to sneak out of their common room to the kitchens or even out of the castle.

Harry had wanted to go to Hogsmeade, the small Wizarding community right near Hogwarts and being a third year he could have gone had he had permission from a guardian, but his uncle had not given it. So Fred and George made the ultimate sacrifice and had given the map to Harry, who used it and almost got caught.

Harry had found out later that year that Sirius, Peter, Lupin, and his father had in fact, written the map. So he knew that anything that one of them would give him for the map would be interesting, to say the least.

Harry glanced at his clock. It was already 3am, so he sped through the rest of the gifts. The next owl had brought Harry's Hogwarts letter, telling him what he would need for the coming year. He opened it and glanced quickly over the list of books he would need. He set the letter aside and noticed that there was also a little box that had come with the letter. It had on it the loopy scrawl that Harry recognized as Dumbledore's handwriting.

He opened the box and instantly his scar stopped hurting. He pulled out a small pin in the shape of a Phoenix. "Wow," said Harry in awe. It was made out of several small rubies. Harry did not want anything to happen to it so he decided to put it back in the box.

The instant he closed the box, though, the pain in Harry's scar returned. Harry stopped and opened the box again. Again the pain disappeared. He closed it and opened it several times, each time with the same result. He decided that he would keep the box open next to his bed.

He moved onto the final two things on his bed. One was the package that Hedwig had brought from Hermione. Harry was surprised, but not really hurt to find no letter in the package from her. He figured that she had not really figured out what to say to him either. What Harry found in the package made him smile though. It was a book, not that a getting a book made him happy, but knowing Hermione he expected to get something of the sort. The book was titled, Strategies for the Game of Quidditch. He opened the book to flip through it. On the first page was written the words, "Just in case. Hermione."

He set the book down on the bed and popped the rest of the piece of rock cake into his mouth. He grabbed the final letter. It was from Fred and George Weasley. He tore it open and read it.

Dear Harry,

As a partner in our future business, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, we thought we should inform you that half of the thousand Galleons that you gave us, was placed secretly into our parents' vault so that they could rebuild our home. But the remaining five hundred Galleons will be used for our future joke shop, save the few Galleons that we will need to use to keep our promise to you in relation to our 'ikle Ronniekins.

Thank you again for your support.

Fred and George Weasley.

Harry had to laugh, but was also pleasantly surprised. The thousand Galleons, which he had given to the twins, were what he had won from completing the Tri-wizard tournament. He had told the twins that he would need some things to laugh about. But he was glad that it had also helped his friends' family to rebuild their home.

Harry gathered together all of the things that remained on his bed and put them under the boards. He climbed into bed and went to sleep.