Birthday Surprises Chapter 56
Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.
Ok, thanks for all of the reviews. All criticisms are duly noted.
That said, Gnomsie (Naomi), sweetie, you are being hammered. The vote count stands at 72 - 16 in favour of H/G. Oh, and never, ever leave me in Physics again, please, please, please, please. A class full of boys, with a male teacher, and only one other girl is NOT a good thing. How did we get stuck in that class anyway? Oh well, could be worse, I guess. Now, on with the story, and Naomi, I'm waiting for your several hundred reviews.
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Harry and the others didn't get to open their presents until later that day, when everyone was assembled in a large room that only Harry and Dumbledore had ever seen before - it was large and grand and full to the brim with presents for everyone, under an incredibly tall and beautifully decorated tree. Everyone arrived by midday, and it was time for the celebrations to get underway.
It was unanimously decided that they should open the presents before eating. They each took it in turns to unwrap a present. They each had their own pile, and Harry knew his had never been half as big before this - maybe the triplets' presents were in with his own. Then he disregarded that, because the triplets had their own pile, which was even larger than his own. Ginny shook her head slightly, both in amusement and amazement. She couldn't quite believe that all this was happening, it all seemed so surreal. She looked over at Harry and saw him smiling at his granddad, nodding slightly. Are they communicating without words? She wondered. It certainly seemed so. Harry was the first to open a present, and found that it was from Molly. His new Weasley Jumper. In the triplet's pile, he saw three similar lumpy packages and silently laughed.
"Thanks Molly." Harry said, re-folding the navy-blue jumper neatly and putting it beside him.
"Who's next?"
"That would be Ginny, I reckon." Bill said.
"Ok." Ginny picked out one of the parcels, unwrapping it to reveal a small statue of a unicorn. It was from Bill. "Thanks Bill!" She said, giving him a tight hug.
"No problem." Bill replied warmly.
"Ron?"
"Oh yeah." Ron picked out a parcel and tore open the paper.
***
Aunt Petunia had watched as Harry and the other opened their presents, preferring to stay in the background. She was glad that Harry seemed so happy, and wondered for a moment why he was still looking after the triplets. Looking around, she saw people that seemed vaguely familiar - some were more familiar than others. There was the man that had gone with Harry to the Burrow, and that young woman...the one she remembered from the end of Harry's fifth year - only she had had pink hair then, rather than the festive red and green hair that she had now. Then there was that giant of a man that had first told Harry about his parents. Hagrid. Not to mention the large group of red-haired people that Harry obviously knew every one of. Some she knew and some she didn't. After a while, Harry came to sit beside her, his smile dimming a bit.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
"I'm fine - thank you for inviting me."
"You're a part of my family." Harry shrugged.
"The odd one out - the only blood relative and the only Muggle and the only one that never used to care."
"Used to doesn't matter." Harry said. "And you're not my only blood relative - professor Dumbledore's my great-grandfather and the triplets are my children..."
"Yours? Since when?"
"I found out while I was staying at the Burrow. Long story."
"And the Weasley's are your surrogate family?"
"Something like that. They're also the triplet's family - Ginny's their mother."
"She's pretty."
"Yeah." Harry said.
"How are things coming with the prophecy?"
"Fine. Nothing's happened yet, but...well, that won't last long."
"Right."
"D'you want your present?" Harry asked.
"You got me a present?"
"Yeah. You didn't think I'd leave you out? Besides, it's not as if I'm poor."
"Oh. Thank you." Petunia said, her eyes welling up with tears. "You didn't have to."
"I know. I wanted to. Open it." Petunia opened it to find a small cage.
"What's this for?"
"It's for this." Harry said, presenting her with the smallest bird she had ever seen. "It can carry your mail, very discreetly, and they're incredibly intelligent. Let you know when danger's coming so that you can get out quickly. It can also take you to a safe place if you need it to - just say where you want to go while holding on to it - I'd recommend that you come here, but you can go anywhere. Just don't use it too often - using a lot of magic drains them. She will be able to carry messages every day without getting tired, though." Harry said, putting the small violet bird in the cage.
"Have you named her?"
"No, I thought I'd leave that to you." Harry said.
Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.
Ok, thanks for all of the reviews. All criticisms are duly noted.
That said, Gnomsie (Naomi), sweetie, you are being hammered. The vote count stands at 72 - 16 in favour of H/G. Oh, and never, ever leave me in Physics again, please, please, please, please. A class full of boys, with a male teacher, and only one other girl is NOT a good thing. How did we get stuck in that class anyway? Oh well, could be worse, I guess. Now, on with the story, and Naomi, I'm waiting for your several hundred reviews.
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Harry and the others didn't get to open their presents until later that day, when everyone was assembled in a large room that only Harry and Dumbledore had ever seen before - it was large and grand and full to the brim with presents for everyone, under an incredibly tall and beautifully decorated tree. Everyone arrived by midday, and it was time for the celebrations to get underway.
It was unanimously decided that they should open the presents before eating. They each took it in turns to unwrap a present. They each had their own pile, and Harry knew his had never been half as big before this - maybe the triplets' presents were in with his own. Then he disregarded that, because the triplets had their own pile, which was even larger than his own. Ginny shook her head slightly, both in amusement and amazement. She couldn't quite believe that all this was happening, it all seemed so surreal. She looked over at Harry and saw him smiling at his granddad, nodding slightly. Are they communicating without words? She wondered. It certainly seemed so. Harry was the first to open a present, and found that it was from Molly. His new Weasley Jumper. In the triplet's pile, he saw three similar lumpy packages and silently laughed.
"Thanks Molly." Harry said, re-folding the navy-blue jumper neatly and putting it beside him.
"Who's next?"
"That would be Ginny, I reckon." Bill said.
"Ok." Ginny picked out one of the parcels, unwrapping it to reveal a small statue of a unicorn. It was from Bill. "Thanks Bill!" She said, giving him a tight hug.
"No problem." Bill replied warmly.
"Ron?"
"Oh yeah." Ron picked out a parcel and tore open the paper.
***
Aunt Petunia had watched as Harry and the other opened their presents, preferring to stay in the background. She was glad that Harry seemed so happy, and wondered for a moment why he was still looking after the triplets. Looking around, she saw people that seemed vaguely familiar - some were more familiar than others. There was the man that had gone with Harry to the Burrow, and that young woman...the one she remembered from the end of Harry's fifth year - only she had had pink hair then, rather than the festive red and green hair that she had now. Then there was that giant of a man that had first told Harry about his parents. Hagrid. Not to mention the large group of red-haired people that Harry obviously knew every one of. Some she knew and some she didn't. After a while, Harry came to sit beside her, his smile dimming a bit.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
"I'm fine - thank you for inviting me."
"You're a part of my family." Harry shrugged.
"The odd one out - the only blood relative and the only Muggle and the only one that never used to care."
"Used to doesn't matter." Harry said. "And you're not my only blood relative - professor Dumbledore's my great-grandfather and the triplets are my children..."
"Yours? Since when?"
"I found out while I was staying at the Burrow. Long story."
"And the Weasley's are your surrogate family?"
"Something like that. They're also the triplet's family - Ginny's their mother."
"She's pretty."
"Yeah." Harry said.
"How are things coming with the prophecy?"
"Fine. Nothing's happened yet, but...well, that won't last long."
"Right."
"D'you want your present?" Harry asked.
"You got me a present?"
"Yeah. You didn't think I'd leave you out? Besides, it's not as if I'm poor."
"Oh. Thank you." Petunia said, her eyes welling up with tears. "You didn't have to."
"I know. I wanted to. Open it." Petunia opened it to find a small cage.
"What's this for?"
"It's for this." Harry said, presenting her with the smallest bird she had ever seen. "It can carry your mail, very discreetly, and they're incredibly intelligent. Let you know when danger's coming so that you can get out quickly. It can also take you to a safe place if you need it to - just say where you want to go while holding on to it - I'd recommend that you come here, but you can go anywhere. Just don't use it too often - using a lot of magic drains them. She will be able to carry messages every day without getting tired, though." Harry said, putting the small violet bird in the cage.
"Have you named her?"
"No, I thought I'd leave that to you." Harry said.
