AN:
Hello, me again! I guess I got enough reviews to post the next Ch. Or I
probably just felt like posting it! So! Thanx to all those ppl that
reviewed! I feel really special now. lol. K, here's the part u've all been
waiting for *dun dun dun* your spine tingles as the anticipation builds.
ok, I'll get on with it ^^
P.S. I think I made this a bit more humorous than intended, I mean they're not flat out jokes, just little indications here and there that make it a bit humorous, and I suppose that makes it all the more enjoyable! But, it will get a lot more serious.
Padfoot - Hey! I'm Sirius! *cheesy laugh*
*cough* Um. I think that I'm going to type now. heh.
(lol, I just had to add that!)
P.S. I'll probably do reviewer thanx in later chapters, just not this one, and if anyone knows how to make things italics or bold or underlined, PLZ TELL ME!!
*Chapter 1*
Harry Potter awoke with a start. That dream he'd been having. It was so different from all the others. His scar wasn't hurting, and yet the dream had felt so real. Too bad he couldn't remember it.
Harry glanced at the clock resting on the bedside table. He frowned, he couldn't read it, everything was fuzzy. Then it hit him, he mentally punched himself for being so stupid. He picked up his glasses and put them on, immediately the room clicked into focus. He glanced once more at his clock.
11:55
Harry grinned. In five minutes he would be fifteen! Now he diffidently couldn't get back to sleep. He sat up on his bed and stared out the window. Occasionally he would glance back at the clock. The minutes ticked by.
One.
Two.
Three.
Harry glared impatiently at the clock.
Is it me, or had time slowed down? Nah, probably me.
Beep, beep, beep.
Harry hastily shut off the alarm clock, or else face the wrath of Uncle Vernon, and on his birthday yet. He was fifteen now, but he felt no different than before, then again, what was he expecting to happen? A great flash of light, an explosion? He turned back to staring out the window.
Ten minutes had passed by, and Harry began to wonder if his friends were actually going to get him any presents this year. Harry heaved a great sigh, maybe they'd forgotten.
BANG!
Something greatly resembling a fuzzy tennis ball with a letter attached banged right into his window. Harry winced and muttered a quick prayer; that the Dursley's wouldn't wake, before opening the window and letting the over-eccentric owl inside.
Pig zoomed around his room, chirping proudly until Harry managed to snatch him out of the air.
"Shut up Pig!" He growled, "If the Dursley's wake up we'll both. " He trailed off, not wanting to think about what the Dursley's would do to him, especially after last year.
Harry untied the letter and stuck Pig in Hedwig's cage. Its former occupant was currently on a delivery, and so Pig had the whole thing to himself.
Harry unfolded the letter; it was in Ron's handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
I hope Pig didn't do anything stupid, or wake the muggles. That wouldn't have gone well. Anyway, you're probably wondering why you don't have any presents this year. Well, this year it's a surprise and we are picking you up tomorrow at noon by Floo, once again. I won't say why, just that Dumbledore said it was okay, so you don't have to worry. Send Pig back with a reply. Even if your Uncle doesn't let you come, we are coming to pick you up anyway, but if the timing is inconvenient then I need to know straight away! Okay, hope the muggles are treating you alright, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Ron
P.S. I really hope that the fireplace isn't boarded up again Harry! That was a disaster last time!
Harry stared curiously at the letter. Surprise? Well, at least he was getting away from the Dursley's soon. They were coming by Floo; it was bound to be a disaster. He grinned.
He rummaged around in his trunk (which his Aunt and Uncle had allowed him to have after being subtly threatened with the promise of Harry's killer godfather) and found a quill and some ink. He then grabbed Ron's letter and scribbled a hasty reply on the back.
Hey Ron!
I'm fine; the muggles are treating me okay. (Snuffles is really helpful, they still don't know he's innocent.) Noon is great! Sooner is even better! I'll tell my Uncle, though I hardly doubt that he'll let me go, especially after what happened after last year! Kay, I'll see you tomorrow.
Harry
P.S. Surprise? Is Hermione there?
He re-read his letter, and certain that it sounded okay tied it (with difficulty) to Pig's leg before sending him off. Harry shut the window with a sigh of relief, how did Ron stand that owl!?
Shaking his head he slipped back under the covers and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
~*~
The morning routine went as usual the next morning. Harry cooked breakfast. Harry washed up. Harry did all the chores. Dudley lounged around and ate. Definitely the usual.
As the morning drew to a close and it got closer to midday Harry began to think about packing. He'd not had a chance yet, and if he was going to be leaving anyway, he figured the Dursley's wouldn't make too much of a fuss if he shirked the rest of his chores. He finished clipping the rest of the bush he'd been working on and then put away the gardening tools before hurrying into the house.
He scampered past Dudley in the kitchen, who was busy gorging himself on cake and up the stairs to his 'so called' room. He closed the door quietly behind him before dragging his trunk out from the closet.
There wasn't really much to pack, just some cloths he hadn't bothered putting back, and some of the food that Ron and Hermione had sent over to him so that he wouldn't die of starvation over the summer holidays. Harry stuffed the remaining bits-and-bobs that littered his bedside cabinet and the occasional picture or two into the only available space left in his trunk before attempting to drag it down the stairs.
He made a huge racket coming down the stairs, which proceeded to draw unwanted attention to himself, otherwise known as the Dursley's. When Harry finally managed to get the trunk into the living room the three Dursleys were already waiting for him. Dudley eyed the trunk rather like a cow eyeing the slaughterhouse. Aunt Petunia looked rather scandalized, but Uncle Vernon looked ready to begin interrogation and was staring at the trunk suspiciously. His suspicions were confirmed when Harry reappeared downstairs seconds later, Hedwig's cage under one arm.
"What do you think you're doing boy!" He barked.
"Um. " Harry racked his brain for a formidable excuse but no little light bulb appeared above his head so he decided to try the truth, but not quite all the truth.
"Bringing my stuff downstairs." He said hopefully. Of course, however dull the Dursley's would seem on some occasions, they weren't that dull. (However much Harry liked to believe they were.)
"Spit it out boy!"
"Bringing my stuff downstairs." Harry repeated stubbornly. He glanced fervently at the fireplace. It was noon, where was Ron when he needed him! Unfortunately Uncle Vernon noticed his glance at the fireplace, and so, put two and two together. His eyes widened in surprise, and panic.
"You're not. oh no you don't!" Harry's Uncle made a grab for the trunk, just as the fireplace flared up green and two very familiar people tumbled out. Uncle Vernon stopped in mid-lunge and instead stood there looking (in Harry's opinion) remarkably like a fish. Anyhow, as soon as the fire had given any indication that it was doing anything other than what it should have been doing Dudley had given a high-pitched squeal and made a made dash (Dudley style) for the door. Aunt Petunia had collapsed in the closest chair. You'd think that they'd have gotten over the initial shock after the first time round.
"Hiya Harry!" Ron exclaimed while brushing the soot off of his shirt.
"Harry, nice to see you, I see you're all read to go. Well then, say good- bye to your Aunt and Uncle and we'll be on our way." Mr. Weasley gave Harry a pleasant nod, all the while glancing at the Dursley's suspiciously. Harry rolled his eyes at Ron, who was busy searching for Dudley. He started to drag his stuff towards the fireplace, but by this time Uncle Vernon had regained some of his bearings.
"You're not going anywhere boy!" Uncle Vernon's face was a curious plum shade. Mr. Weasley looked rather taken back at the way he'd addressed Harry. Harry, however, just ignored him and finally managed to wedge Hedwig's cage into the fireplace.
"Did you here me boy! You're not going anywhere!" Harry continued to ignore him and started on his trunk.
"Don't ignore me you!" Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the back of the t- shirt and yanked him away. Mr. Weasley looked horrified. Harry scowled.
"Uncle Vernon." He said rather calmly, "I was on my way to see my God- father. I'm sure he'll be very upset when I don't come, and he might be forced to. " He trailed off and let his Uncle's imagination do the rest. It was a very good excuse if he did say so himself. Harry grinned at Ron, who was staring at him curiously. So was Mr. Weasley, he'd temporarily forgotten about Vernon's rudeness.
Meanwhile, Vernon was quickly turning from plum, to pale.
"Your what!"
"God-father." Harry replied, and then turned to wink at Ron. If it were possible Harry would have said that his Uncle turned even paler.
"O-on s-s-second th-thouhgt, go!" Before Harry knew what was happening his Uncle had grabbed his trunk and shoved it into the fireplace, before shoving him inside.
"Well! What are you waiting for boy!? Go!" Harry stared at his Uncle; well the blackmail seemed to work efficiently. Harry exchanged glances with Ron.
"The Burrow!" He disappeared in a roar of flame.
~*~
Apparently Uncle Vernon had shoved Ron into the fireplace literally seconds later because, literally seconds later Ron came tumbling out in a rush and everyone watched in amusement as he sprawled on top of Harry.
"Oof! Gerrof me Ron!"
"Oops sorry Harry." Ron hurriedly got off Harry and stood up. He had soot all over him, as did Harry.
"Your Uncle's a lot stronger than he looks." He commented dryly.
"Harry!" Someone squealed. Hermione.
"Hermione?" Harry glanced around curiously. All the Weasleys were standing around him, beaming, with the exception of Fred and George, who were cracking up, and Ginny, who was trying to smother a fit of giggles. Giggles. Girls. Harry hated it when girls giggled.
Something licked his face. Harry jumped back in surprise. A big black dog stood wagging his tail (so hard that Harry feared that it might fall off) and looked at him expectantly. Harry gaped.
"Sirius!" He gasped before he could stop himself. Too late. Harry saw Mrs. Weasley flinch and then quickly regain her composure. He didn't quite think that she'd gotten over the fact that Sirius was innocent, and NOT a madman on the loose, waiting to kill poor little Harry. He grinned.
"What are you doing here!?" He asked curiously.
"Uh.questions later!" Sirius remarked cheerfully after turning back into his usual self with a pop. Harry noticed that he looked a lot better. Definitely more well fed and he had new robes on. He grinned inwardly to himself. No one could escape Mrs. Weasley when it came to being well fed.
"Here dear, let me take those." Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and floated his trunk and cage up the stairs to, no doubtly, Ron's room. Then, to his uttermost surprise, she handed him a red bandana.
"Um." Harry stared at the bandana, not knowing what else to do.
"Well, put it on dear!" Mrs. Weasley smiled at him. He stared at her.
"Sorry, I don't wear bandanas." Harry trailed off uncertainly. Everyone sure was acting strangely. Mrs. Weasley tutted.
"No no dear. Put it around your eyes. We need them covered." Suddenly it started to dawn on Harry to what they were getting at.
"Ok." He said simply before tying it over his eyes.
"And no peeking!" Hermione added sternly when she saw him lifting up the corner. He rolled his eyes, not that anyone saw of course.
Harry was slowly guided out of the house and into (presumably) the backyard. As he stood there, he noted that there was a lot of mad scrambling around, and loud clattering noises. He started to get impatient when he felt someone come up behind him. He tensed up, and he felt fingers scrambling at the knot in the bandana. Suddenly, it was whipped off. Harry gasped.
"SURPRISE!"
"Happy Birthday Harry!"
"Happy fifteenth!"
"Happy Birthday dear." All the Weasleys, Hermione, and Sirius were standing around a huge table, on which lay a huge birthday cake and lots of party food. Streamers hung from the table and trees, and a big sign with the words
'Happy Fifteenth Birthday Harry Potter!" In huge color changing letters. Hermione noticed his gaze and blushed. It figured she'd charm it. Everyone beamed at him. Harry was speechless.
"Th-thanks g-guys! This is the best birthday ever!" Harry felt tears come to his eyes, and quickly wiped them away. Then, smiling happily, he went to celebrate his birthday with his friends, for the first time.
~*~
Harry laughed at another one of Sirius's stories of the old days, the days where the Marauders were at the top, and feared by all teachers.
".so anyway, McGonagall had to walk around for the rest of the day with a tail and whiskers." He burst out laughing at the memory. The rest of the Weasleys, even Mrs. Weasley, chuckled.
"Alright you three!" Mrs. Weasley teased, "Pictures, now!" She ushered them into a group and then arranged them to her liking. Of course, Harry ended up next to Hermione and then Ron was next to Harry. Grinning, Harry slung both arms around his two best friends and smiled for the camera.
"Say Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans!"
"Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans!" They all yelled.
SNAP! *Flash*
Mrs. Weasley put down the camera. She smiled at them and was about to take another picture when.
CRACK!
There was a flash of light (AN: Remember, gotta have those flashes of light! ^-~) and it seemed like the sky was splitting, in fact, it kind of was. Then, the most extraordinary thing happened, the sky spat.
Yes, SPAT!
The sky spat out something, not just any old thing, but a human being. A little girl. She screamed and fell down. She landed with a thump on the grass in front of them. They stared down at her with shocked expressions. Before she blacked out, the little girl, probably about eleven years old, looked up at them with slightly glazed green eyes, and muttered one thing.
"Mum. Dad?"
AN: Muha ha ha ha ha!! *evil laugh* How do ya like that!? Leaving you on a cliffhanger. sort of.
So! Please review if you ever want to hear from me again! I'll write more if you do review, and then you'll make not only me, but yourself happy! ^^
Oh, and if you have any suggestions you might like to make, or if you spotted an error or something like that feel free to leave it in a review! In fact, I'd prefer it if you left it in a review! K, thanx for reading! Bye!!
^^
P.S. I think I made this a bit more humorous than intended, I mean they're not flat out jokes, just little indications here and there that make it a bit humorous, and I suppose that makes it all the more enjoyable! But, it will get a lot more serious.
Padfoot - Hey! I'm Sirius! *cheesy laugh*
*cough* Um. I think that I'm going to type now. heh.
(lol, I just had to add that!)
P.S. I'll probably do reviewer thanx in later chapters, just not this one, and if anyone knows how to make things italics or bold or underlined, PLZ TELL ME!!
*Chapter 1*
Harry Potter awoke with a start. That dream he'd been having. It was so different from all the others. His scar wasn't hurting, and yet the dream had felt so real. Too bad he couldn't remember it.
Harry glanced at the clock resting on the bedside table. He frowned, he couldn't read it, everything was fuzzy. Then it hit him, he mentally punched himself for being so stupid. He picked up his glasses and put them on, immediately the room clicked into focus. He glanced once more at his clock.
11:55
Harry grinned. In five minutes he would be fifteen! Now he diffidently couldn't get back to sleep. He sat up on his bed and stared out the window. Occasionally he would glance back at the clock. The minutes ticked by.
One.
Two.
Three.
Harry glared impatiently at the clock.
Is it me, or had time slowed down? Nah, probably me.
Beep, beep, beep.
Harry hastily shut off the alarm clock, or else face the wrath of Uncle Vernon, and on his birthday yet. He was fifteen now, but he felt no different than before, then again, what was he expecting to happen? A great flash of light, an explosion? He turned back to staring out the window.
Ten minutes had passed by, and Harry began to wonder if his friends were actually going to get him any presents this year. Harry heaved a great sigh, maybe they'd forgotten.
BANG!
Something greatly resembling a fuzzy tennis ball with a letter attached banged right into his window. Harry winced and muttered a quick prayer; that the Dursley's wouldn't wake, before opening the window and letting the over-eccentric owl inside.
Pig zoomed around his room, chirping proudly until Harry managed to snatch him out of the air.
"Shut up Pig!" He growled, "If the Dursley's wake up we'll both. " He trailed off, not wanting to think about what the Dursley's would do to him, especially after last year.
Harry untied the letter and stuck Pig in Hedwig's cage. Its former occupant was currently on a delivery, and so Pig had the whole thing to himself.
Harry unfolded the letter; it was in Ron's handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
I hope Pig didn't do anything stupid, or wake the muggles. That wouldn't have gone well. Anyway, you're probably wondering why you don't have any presents this year. Well, this year it's a surprise and we are picking you up tomorrow at noon by Floo, once again. I won't say why, just that Dumbledore said it was okay, so you don't have to worry. Send Pig back with a reply. Even if your Uncle doesn't let you come, we are coming to pick you up anyway, but if the timing is inconvenient then I need to know straight away! Okay, hope the muggles are treating you alright, and I'll see you tomorrow.
Ron
P.S. I really hope that the fireplace isn't boarded up again Harry! That was a disaster last time!
Harry stared curiously at the letter. Surprise? Well, at least he was getting away from the Dursley's soon. They were coming by Floo; it was bound to be a disaster. He grinned.
He rummaged around in his trunk (which his Aunt and Uncle had allowed him to have after being subtly threatened with the promise of Harry's killer godfather) and found a quill and some ink. He then grabbed Ron's letter and scribbled a hasty reply on the back.
Hey Ron!
I'm fine; the muggles are treating me okay. (Snuffles is really helpful, they still don't know he's innocent.) Noon is great! Sooner is even better! I'll tell my Uncle, though I hardly doubt that he'll let me go, especially after what happened after last year! Kay, I'll see you tomorrow.
Harry
P.S. Surprise? Is Hermione there?
He re-read his letter, and certain that it sounded okay tied it (with difficulty) to Pig's leg before sending him off. Harry shut the window with a sigh of relief, how did Ron stand that owl!?
Shaking his head he slipped back under the covers and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
~*~
The morning routine went as usual the next morning. Harry cooked breakfast. Harry washed up. Harry did all the chores. Dudley lounged around and ate. Definitely the usual.
As the morning drew to a close and it got closer to midday Harry began to think about packing. He'd not had a chance yet, and if he was going to be leaving anyway, he figured the Dursley's wouldn't make too much of a fuss if he shirked the rest of his chores. He finished clipping the rest of the bush he'd been working on and then put away the gardening tools before hurrying into the house.
He scampered past Dudley in the kitchen, who was busy gorging himself on cake and up the stairs to his 'so called' room. He closed the door quietly behind him before dragging his trunk out from the closet.
There wasn't really much to pack, just some cloths he hadn't bothered putting back, and some of the food that Ron and Hermione had sent over to him so that he wouldn't die of starvation over the summer holidays. Harry stuffed the remaining bits-and-bobs that littered his bedside cabinet and the occasional picture or two into the only available space left in his trunk before attempting to drag it down the stairs.
He made a huge racket coming down the stairs, which proceeded to draw unwanted attention to himself, otherwise known as the Dursley's. When Harry finally managed to get the trunk into the living room the three Dursleys were already waiting for him. Dudley eyed the trunk rather like a cow eyeing the slaughterhouse. Aunt Petunia looked rather scandalized, but Uncle Vernon looked ready to begin interrogation and was staring at the trunk suspiciously. His suspicions were confirmed when Harry reappeared downstairs seconds later, Hedwig's cage under one arm.
"What do you think you're doing boy!" He barked.
"Um. " Harry racked his brain for a formidable excuse but no little light bulb appeared above his head so he decided to try the truth, but not quite all the truth.
"Bringing my stuff downstairs." He said hopefully. Of course, however dull the Dursley's would seem on some occasions, they weren't that dull. (However much Harry liked to believe they were.)
"Spit it out boy!"
"Bringing my stuff downstairs." Harry repeated stubbornly. He glanced fervently at the fireplace. It was noon, where was Ron when he needed him! Unfortunately Uncle Vernon noticed his glance at the fireplace, and so, put two and two together. His eyes widened in surprise, and panic.
"You're not. oh no you don't!" Harry's Uncle made a grab for the trunk, just as the fireplace flared up green and two very familiar people tumbled out. Uncle Vernon stopped in mid-lunge and instead stood there looking (in Harry's opinion) remarkably like a fish. Anyhow, as soon as the fire had given any indication that it was doing anything other than what it should have been doing Dudley had given a high-pitched squeal and made a made dash (Dudley style) for the door. Aunt Petunia had collapsed in the closest chair. You'd think that they'd have gotten over the initial shock after the first time round.
"Hiya Harry!" Ron exclaimed while brushing the soot off of his shirt.
"Harry, nice to see you, I see you're all read to go. Well then, say good- bye to your Aunt and Uncle and we'll be on our way." Mr. Weasley gave Harry a pleasant nod, all the while glancing at the Dursley's suspiciously. Harry rolled his eyes at Ron, who was busy searching for Dudley. He started to drag his stuff towards the fireplace, but by this time Uncle Vernon had regained some of his bearings.
"You're not going anywhere boy!" Uncle Vernon's face was a curious plum shade. Mr. Weasley looked rather taken back at the way he'd addressed Harry. Harry, however, just ignored him and finally managed to wedge Hedwig's cage into the fireplace.
"Did you here me boy! You're not going anywhere!" Harry continued to ignore him and started on his trunk.
"Don't ignore me you!" Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the back of the t- shirt and yanked him away. Mr. Weasley looked horrified. Harry scowled.
"Uncle Vernon." He said rather calmly, "I was on my way to see my God- father. I'm sure he'll be very upset when I don't come, and he might be forced to. " He trailed off and let his Uncle's imagination do the rest. It was a very good excuse if he did say so himself. Harry grinned at Ron, who was staring at him curiously. So was Mr. Weasley, he'd temporarily forgotten about Vernon's rudeness.
Meanwhile, Vernon was quickly turning from plum, to pale.
"Your what!"
"God-father." Harry replied, and then turned to wink at Ron. If it were possible Harry would have said that his Uncle turned even paler.
"O-on s-s-second th-thouhgt, go!" Before Harry knew what was happening his Uncle had grabbed his trunk and shoved it into the fireplace, before shoving him inside.
"Well! What are you waiting for boy!? Go!" Harry stared at his Uncle; well the blackmail seemed to work efficiently. Harry exchanged glances with Ron.
"The Burrow!" He disappeared in a roar of flame.
~*~
Apparently Uncle Vernon had shoved Ron into the fireplace literally seconds later because, literally seconds later Ron came tumbling out in a rush and everyone watched in amusement as he sprawled on top of Harry.
"Oof! Gerrof me Ron!"
"Oops sorry Harry." Ron hurriedly got off Harry and stood up. He had soot all over him, as did Harry.
"Your Uncle's a lot stronger than he looks." He commented dryly.
"Harry!" Someone squealed. Hermione.
"Hermione?" Harry glanced around curiously. All the Weasleys were standing around him, beaming, with the exception of Fred and George, who were cracking up, and Ginny, who was trying to smother a fit of giggles. Giggles. Girls. Harry hated it when girls giggled.
Something licked his face. Harry jumped back in surprise. A big black dog stood wagging his tail (so hard that Harry feared that it might fall off) and looked at him expectantly. Harry gaped.
"Sirius!" He gasped before he could stop himself. Too late. Harry saw Mrs. Weasley flinch and then quickly regain her composure. He didn't quite think that she'd gotten over the fact that Sirius was innocent, and NOT a madman on the loose, waiting to kill poor little Harry. He grinned.
"What are you doing here!?" He asked curiously.
"Uh.questions later!" Sirius remarked cheerfully after turning back into his usual self with a pop. Harry noticed that he looked a lot better. Definitely more well fed and he had new robes on. He grinned inwardly to himself. No one could escape Mrs. Weasley when it came to being well fed.
"Here dear, let me take those." Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and floated his trunk and cage up the stairs to, no doubtly, Ron's room. Then, to his uttermost surprise, she handed him a red bandana.
"Um." Harry stared at the bandana, not knowing what else to do.
"Well, put it on dear!" Mrs. Weasley smiled at him. He stared at her.
"Sorry, I don't wear bandanas." Harry trailed off uncertainly. Everyone sure was acting strangely. Mrs. Weasley tutted.
"No no dear. Put it around your eyes. We need them covered." Suddenly it started to dawn on Harry to what they were getting at.
"Ok." He said simply before tying it over his eyes.
"And no peeking!" Hermione added sternly when she saw him lifting up the corner. He rolled his eyes, not that anyone saw of course.
Harry was slowly guided out of the house and into (presumably) the backyard. As he stood there, he noted that there was a lot of mad scrambling around, and loud clattering noises. He started to get impatient when he felt someone come up behind him. He tensed up, and he felt fingers scrambling at the knot in the bandana. Suddenly, it was whipped off. Harry gasped.
"SURPRISE!"
"Happy Birthday Harry!"
"Happy fifteenth!"
"Happy Birthday dear." All the Weasleys, Hermione, and Sirius were standing around a huge table, on which lay a huge birthday cake and lots of party food. Streamers hung from the table and trees, and a big sign with the words
'Happy Fifteenth Birthday Harry Potter!" In huge color changing letters. Hermione noticed his gaze and blushed. It figured she'd charm it. Everyone beamed at him. Harry was speechless.
"Th-thanks g-guys! This is the best birthday ever!" Harry felt tears come to his eyes, and quickly wiped them away. Then, smiling happily, he went to celebrate his birthday with his friends, for the first time.
~*~
Harry laughed at another one of Sirius's stories of the old days, the days where the Marauders were at the top, and feared by all teachers.
".so anyway, McGonagall had to walk around for the rest of the day with a tail and whiskers." He burst out laughing at the memory. The rest of the Weasleys, even Mrs. Weasley, chuckled.
"Alright you three!" Mrs. Weasley teased, "Pictures, now!" She ushered them into a group and then arranged them to her liking. Of course, Harry ended up next to Hermione and then Ron was next to Harry. Grinning, Harry slung both arms around his two best friends and smiled for the camera.
"Say Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans!"
"Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans!" They all yelled.
SNAP! *Flash*
Mrs. Weasley put down the camera. She smiled at them and was about to take another picture when.
CRACK!
There was a flash of light (AN: Remember, gotta have those flashes of light! ^-~) and it seemed like the sky was splitting, in fact, it kind of was. Then, the most extraordinary thing happened, the sky spat.
Yes, SPAT!
The sky spat out something, not just any old thing, but a human being. A little girl. She screamed and fell down. She landed with a thump on the grass in front of them. They stared down at her with shocked expressions. Before she blacked out, the little girl, probably about eleven years old, looked up at them with slightly glazed green eyes, and muttered one thing.
"Mum. Dad?"
AN: Muha ha ha ha ha!! *evil laugh* How do ya like that!? Leaving you on a cliffhanger. sort of.
So! Please review if you ever want to hear from me again! I'll write more if you do review, and then you'll make not only me, but yourself happy! ^^
Oh, and if you have any suggestions you might like to make, or if you spotted an error or something like that feel free to leave it in a review! In fact, I'd prefer it if you left it in a review! K, thanx for reading! Bye!!
^^