Two
Me: Me no own Harry Potter.
"Boy! Get down here and cook breakfast! Er, please."
"Coming!" I shout back down at Uncle Vernon, whose voice had bellowed s loudly that even in the kitchen he had woken me up.
Lately the Dursleys had tried to be nicer to me after the Order came to see me off on the last day of term last year. It doesn't make a difference to me.
I walk downstairs with a pair of jeans and t-shirt and make some bacon and eggs. The Dursleys eat breakfast as Dudley watches TV. But I can't eat. I don't bother to sit down. Instead, I just make my way upstairs.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To my room."
I am curt with my answer to Uncle Vernon. He narrows his eyes, but I'm already in my room before he can say more.
In my room my owl Hedwig is sitting on her cage with a package. Pig and Errol, the Weasley family owl and Ron's owl are also there along with a brown owl from Hogwarts. I walk up to Pig and take off the letter attached to him. It reads:
Dear Harry
Happy birthday mate!
Hope you enjoy this gift; it cost loads.
I will see you soon.
We're coming to pick you up tomorrow at one o'clock.
If you can come, send Pig back pronto with your answer, and we'll see you tomorrow one o'clock.
If you can't come, send Pig back pronto with your answer, and we'll see you tomorrow one o'clock anyway.
If the muggles don't let you come, threaten that Mad-Eye will jinks them back to the next century.
Hermione's here too.
If you haven't already got her letter, she says hi and hope to see you soon.
Little does she know that she will!
See ya tomorrow mate!
-Ron
I smile sadly. Poor Ron, always trying to cheer me up or make me laugh. I take off the package tied to Errol and open it. Inside lays a book... a book?! Ron bought me a book?! Oh, wait a minute... whoa! The Quidditch Cup: A History of Hogwarts Quidditch!
I take Hermione's letter from Hedwig next, and, stroking her, I read it:
Dear Harry
Harry birthday.
Ron may have already told you, but I'm at the Burrow.
I hope you can come too.
How are you coming along?
Hopefully you are okay.
We're all really worried about you Harry.
We want the best for you.
But you're not alone.
Remember that Harry.
Ron and I are always here for you.
If you need to talk, or just need a friendly face.
We're here for you Harry.
Hoping to see you soon.
Love Hermione
Always here for me, huh? I sigh. I wish you understood what I'm going through Hermione, truly I do...
I open her gift and gasp. I lift it out of the long, thin parcel and just marvel at it. I wonder how Hermione convinced Dumbledore to give it to her. Wow. I haven't held this is four years...
I swing the sword of Godric Gryffindor around. It fits perfectly in my hand, as if it was made for me. I look at the wrapping and see a scabbard as well. It is just as magnificent as the sword. I slip it in and stare at it. Finally, I open the last letter and read Hagrid's handwriting:
Happy Birthday Harry!
Hope you find this useful.
If the muggles have bothered you, send me an owl and I'll come and get you.
Don't worry Harry;
You have friends.
Hagrid
I open the final package and pick up another letter. It said:
Harry – Your dad gave this to me before he died. I'd forgotten about it until I was cleaning my cabin the other day and found it. It's all yours now Harry. Hagrid
It was a golden snitch. Briefly I recall that Dad used to play with one. I look around for Sirius's present...
Oh, that's right.
Sirius didn't get me one this year.
Sirius is dead.
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