The date was July thirtieth and Harry was up late, again. He couldn't seem to sleep normal hours. Of course, his aunt and uncle didn't wake him up when they wanted him to, anymore. They'd even discarded his alarm clock, explaining that, 'since he's not doing anything, he might as well stay asleep.'

Harry silently disliked this, because then he was going to get used to sleeping at odd times, making his sleep patterns disagreeable at Hogwarts, where he couldn't sleep away all hours of the day.

Harry couldn't tell what time it was, what with the Dursleys taking his clock, and his watch was garbage from going under the lake, so he couldn't tell if he was sixteen, yet.

Harry walked to his window and opened it, expecting owls any minute. Sure enough, four owls were on their way, right into Harry's room.

One of them was a snowy owl, Hedwig, and one was a big odd looking barn owl, the official undercover owl from the Order. One was a school owl, from Hogwarts, and the other was a very tiny owl, Pig, Ron's owl.

Hedwig carried nothing. Harry had known that she would have no reply. He deliberately sent Hermione a letter just to see if she would answer.

The owl from the Order had a brown package with a note from everybody. Harry opened the card, first.

'Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! We hope you like the gift Remus picked out for you. You put all your books in it and say, "Libera Slight," while pointing your wand at it, and it gets smaller and lighter. To take a book out, just open it and the curse is lifted.

Tell your aunt and uncle that they don't have to worry about us coming for them. If you're still having problems with dreams, we'll talk with Snape again, or maybe even Professor Dumbledore. We look forward to seeing you a little later in the summer.

Sincerely,

Everybody'

Harry opened his present and found a regular bag, colored in red and gold, with a label that read, '"Libera Slight," will take away books' mass, both with size and weight.'

The Hogwarts owl had candy and pies, that Hagrid had made, and Harry's school letter.

Ron's owl had a golden wrapped package. It was a bit large for him, seeing as he was about as big as a scop owl, maybe even a little bigger. Harry unwrapped the gift and inside was a golden wizard's chess set. He wondered how Ron ever got enough money to pay for it. He took out the card.

"Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! Dad's going to come get you tomorrow (August first) at five thirty. We learned two years ago not to ask the muggles about it. Don't worry about Hermione. She's doing fine. She's not going to be at my house this summer.  The World Cup was supposed to be held here, but Dad said that America had a valid argument about why they should hold it, so that's not going to be here.

Don't let those muggles keep you down.

From,

Ron"

Harry smiled as he remembered his visits to the Burrow. The Weasleys were the nicest people Harry had ever met, with one exception. Percy Weasley, though now totally convinced that Voldemort had returned, had not apologized to his family. Harry was still feeling particularly sour at the thought that he had even mentioned to Ron that he should stop being friends with Harry.

Harry shuddered to think what the rest of the family would have done to get the money for his chess set, but then again, Fred and George could have easily paid for it. Apparently, their joke shop was doing marvelous.

Harry laid down in his bed, and, after thinking he had the best of friends and emptying his mind, he fell asleep.

"Are you going anywhere this summer, boy?" Harry's uncle, Vernon, asked him when he finally woke up the next day.

"As a matter of fact, I am," Harry replied.

"Back to that one house you went to a couple years ago?" Vernon pushed.

"Yes, and maybe other places," Harry added.

"When?" Harry's aunt, Petunia, asked.

"Tomorrow at five thirty. I'm pretty sure they're borrowing vehicles, this time," Harry mentioned.

"Good," Vernon grunted. He remembered the last time a wizard came to pick Harry up, on which day, his living room was made into a total disaster.

Harry was left alone the rest of the day. He decided to write a letter to the Order, to tell them he was going to Ron's, just in case they didn't know.

"Dear Everybody,

I am doing quite well this summer, thanks to you. The Dursleys have left me alone, and my cousin has not bullied me once, this holiday. I think they even remembered my birthday. They talked about something that happens on it, besides me turned a year older. Thank you for the birthday present. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. I'm going to Ron's, in case you didn't know. So maybe I'll see a few of you there. The dreams haven't been bothering me for some time, now.

Hope you're okay,

Harry"

He sent the official owl off with it because it still hadn't left. Harry suspected that the Order told it to stay with him until it got a response.