Birthday Surprises Chapter 59
Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.
Ok. First of all, the reason that this update took so long was the small problem that my computer is a pain. For no reason at all, Word stopped working, and now the internet has gone. I have to upload this on my dad's computer, which is so annoying.
Thank you for all of the lovely reviews - yet again, I'm gonna reply to a few. Firstly, to Rocky235: That is so not fair! I want snow! How come we don't have - what was it - ten inches of snow in Scotland? Goodness knows it's cold enough! Magic Sparkle 1: I'm in 5th year in the Scottish Education System - therefore, I have no idea what year I'm in in the system that you mentioned - I'm sixteen, if that helps any.
Oh, and one more thing - does anyone have any idea how to get italics, bold and underline? It's getting really very annoying now - I can't get any of them. Grrr.
Anyhoo, on with the story...
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The Weasley family, and every Gryffindor that had stayed over the holidays, was congregated around the Quidditch Pitch by eleven a.m. the next day. The two teams were made up of the Weasleys, Harry and a few other Gryffindors while Professor McGonagall was the referee. Harry was the captain of his team and Charlie was the captain of the other. They shook hands briefly at the start of the match before beginning their search for the Snitch.
Harry freely admitted that Charlie was an amazing Seeker, but he also knew that he was pretty good himself when he had to be. They vied for the title of 'best seeker in Gryffindor's history', each showing off what they could do. It was a long and tiring game, with each team battling like they were in the finals of the World Cup. Later on, Professor McGonagall would pronounce that it had been the best match she had ever seen. Petunia had watched with extreme interest as her nephew flew around quickly and skilfully, looking as if he had been doing so all his life. Meanwhile, Molly Weasley was telling her that Harry had been the youngest seeker in a century, and that he had only lost one match that he had played in. Eventually the game ended, with Harry spectacularly snatching the Snitch from right under Charlie's nose.
The triplet's first broomstick ride was possibly the sweetest thing Ginny had ever seen - Harry had charmed the broomsticks to follow his Firebolt, and they did, following along in a little line. Molly had smiled as Harry did a few slow laps of the pitch, staying close to the ground with his wand at the ready. Petunia had smiled and said that they looked like a family of ducks - the little one's trailing after a parent. Dumbledore had laughed quietly at this, his eyes following his great grandson and his children, and it was hard to miss the distinct pride that shone from them.
When Harry and the others returned to Gryffindor Tower later that night, they were all smiling and laughing. Harry smiled, feeling very much a part of the Weasley family, more so than he had ever done before. Maybe it was the time of year, or maybe it was the influence of the triplets, or possibly a mixture of a lot of reasons. He couldn't remember ever feeling more at home anywhere than he did at that moment.
"Harry? Are you ok?" Ginny asked, touching his arm and watching him in concern. Harry smiled and nodded.
"I'm fine, honestly."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Just how weird it feels to be a part of a family." Harry murmured. Ginny looked up at him before flinging her arms around him.
"You were always a part of our family, you idiot." She laughed.
"Thanks." Harry said. "But it never really felt...I dunno, real, until now."
"Sentimental fool." Ginny murmured.
"That's just lovely!" Harry said, pretending to be insulted. Ginny pinched him, rather harder than she meant to, and he yelped.
"Oh, you big baby." Ginny said, rolling her eyes as he clutched his arm.
"You're mean!" Harry pouted.
"Oh dear god, why do I feel like a mother to four children instead of three?"
"Because...umm...you can't count?" Harry suggested cheekily. Ginny hit him again, softer this time.
"You've done it now!" Harry said, launching himself at her and tickling her mercilessly.
"Harry!" Ginny gasped between laughs. "Harry, stop it now!"
"Or what?"
"Or you are so dead!"
"Is that so? Hmm...I don't think my kids would be too happy with that idea, but hey, if you're willing to put up with Leah's bawling, then go ahead."
"Fine, I'll torture you then!"
"You'll have to stop laughing first!" Harry said wickedly, continuing his assault.
"Not fair!" Ginny screamed, her arms flailing wildly and her legs kicking out.
"Ow, that hurt." Harry said, as she caught his arm.
"Harry you're going to suffocate me!" Ginny gasped, a bright shade of crimson.
"Hmm. Maybe I'll have to resuscitate you the Muggle way." Harry murmured in her ear. She went even redder, having taken Muggle studies.
"Almost worth dying to see if you would." She bit back. Harry didn't even go slightly pink. Very annoying.
"I would." Harry promised, his eyes glittering with happiness. He seemed to remember where they were then, and his head snapped up. Every Weasley male was looking at him with a mixture of shock and suspicion on their face, except Mr Weasley, who looked nothing short of delighted.
"We'll just be heading home, then." Molly said, trying, and failing, to hide a smile.
"Harry get off!" Ginny giggled, going a fetching shade of magenta as she realised that Harry was pinning her to the floor. Harry obediently stood up, looking like the cat that got the cream.
"Bye Mum, you should come and visit more often - I'm sure the headmaster wouldn't mind." She said, hugging her mum.
"We'll see, dear, we'll see." Molly said. She gave Harry a hug too, and whispered something in his ear. He grinned at her and nodded his agreement. "Well, it was lovely to see you all. Come on, boys, if we get back soon, I'll make some refreshments before bed." She said. Every Weasley male that wasn't still at school hurried to stand, and within moments, they were leaving.
"See you soon." Ginny called after them.
Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.
Ok. First of all, the reason that this update took so long was the small problem that my computer is a pain. For no reason at all, Word stopped working, and now the internet has gone. I have to upload this on my dad's computer, which is so annoying.
Thank you for all of the lovely reviews - yet again, I'm gonna reply to a few. Firstly, to Rocky235: That is so not fair! I want snow! How come we don't have - what was it - ten inches of snow in Scotland? Goodness knows it's cold enough! Magic Sparkle 1: I'm in 5th year in the Scottish Education System - therefore, I have no idea what year I'm in in the system that you mentioned - I'm sixteen, if that helps any.
Oh, and one more thing - does anyone have any idea how to get italics, bold and underline? It's getting really very annoying now - I can't get any of them. Grrr.
Anyhoo, on with the story...
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The Weasley family, and every Gryffindor that had stayed over the holidays, was congregated around the Quidditch Pitch by eleven a.m. the next day. The two teams were made up of the Weasleys, Harry and a few other Gryffindors while Professor McGonagall was the referee. Harry was the captain of his team and Charlie was the captain of the other. They shook hands briefly at the start of the match before beginning their search for the Snitch.
Harry freely admitted that Charlie was an amazing Seeker, but he also knew that he was pretty good himself when he had to be. They vied for the title of 'best seeker in Gryffindor's history', each showing off what they could do. It was a long and tiring game, with each team battling like they were in the finals of the World Cup. Later on, Professor McGonagall would pronounce that it had been the best match she had ever seen. Petunia had watched with extreme interest as her nephew flew around quickly and skilfully, looking as if he had been doing so all his life. Meanwhile, Molly Weasley was telling her that Harry had been the youngest seeker in a century, and that he had only lost one match that he had played in. Eventually the game ended, with Harry spectacularly snatching the Snitch from right under Charlie's nose.
The triplet's first broomstick ride was possibly the sweetest thing Ginny had ever seen - Harry had charmed the broomsticks to follow his Firebolt, and they did, following along in a little line. Molly had smiled as Harry did a few slow laps of the pitch, staying close to the ground with his wand at the ready. Petunia had smiled and said that they looked like a family of ducks - the little one's trailing after a parent. Dumbledore had laughed quietly at this, his eyes following his great grandson and his children, and it was hard to miss the distinct pride that shone from them.
When Harry and the others returned to Gryffindor Tower later that night, they were all smiling and laughing. Harry smiled, feeling very much a part of the Weasley family, more so than he had ever done before. Maybe it was the time of year, or maybe it was the influence of the triplets, or possibly a mixture of a lot of reasons. He couldn't remember ever feeling more at home anywhere than he did at that moment.
"Harry? Are you ok?" Ginny asked, touching his arm and watching him in concern. Harry smiled and nodded.
"I'm fine, honestly."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Just how weird it feels to be a part of a family." Harry murmured. Ginny looked up at him before flinging her arms around him.
"You were always a part of our family, you idiot." She laughed.
"Thanks." Harry said. "But it never really felt...I dunno, real, until now."
"Sentimental fool." Ginny murmured.
"That's just lovely!" Harry said, pretending to be insulted. Ginny pinched him, rather harder than she meant to, and he yelped.
"Oh, you big baby." Ginny said, rolling her eyes as he clutched his arm.
"You're mean!" Harry pouted.
"Oh dear god, why do I feel like a mother to four children instead of three?"
"Because...umm...you can't count?" Harry suggested cheekily. Ginny hit him again, softer this time.
"You've done it now!" Harry said, launching himself at her and tickling her mercilessly.
"Harry!" Ginny gasped between laughs. "Harry, stop it now!"
"Or what?"
"Or you are so dead!"
"Is that so? Hmm...I don't think my kids would be too happy with that idea, but hey, if you're willing to put up with Leah's bawling, then go ahead."
"Fine, I'll torture you then!"
"You'll have to stop laughing first!" Harry said wickedly, continuing his assault.
"Not fair!" Ginny screamed, her arms flailing wildly and her legs kicking out.
"Ow, that hurt." Harry said, as she caught his arm.
"Harry you're going to suffocate me!" Ginny gasped, a bright shade of crimson.
"Hmm. Maybe I'll have to resuscitate you the Muggle way." Harry murmured in her ear. She went even redder, having taken Muggle studies.
"Almost worth dying to see if you would." She bit back. Harry didn't even go slightly pink. Very annoying.
"I would." Harry promised, his eyes glittering with happiness. He seemed to remember where they were then, and his head snapped up. Every Weasley male was looking at him with a mixture of shock and suspicion on their face, except Mr Weasley, who looked nothing short of delighted.
"We'll just be heading home, then." Molly said, trying, and failing, to hide a smile.
"Harry get off!" Ginny giggled, going a fetching shade of magenta as she realised that Harry was pinning her to the floor. Harry obediently stood up, looking like the cat that got the cream.
"Bye Mum, you should come and visit more often - I'm sure the headmaster wouldn't mind." She said, hugging her mum.
"We'll see, dear, we'll see." Molly said. She gave Harry a hug too, and whispered something in his ear. He grinned at her and nodded his agreement. "Well, it was lovely to see you all. Come on, boys, if we get back soon, I'll make some refreshments before bed." She said. Every Weasley male that wasn't still at school hurried to stand, and within moments, they were leaving.
"See you soon." Ginny called after them.
