Chapter 4

'We're here!' Remus yelled, when he entered the house. Harry followed him dragging his feet and his trunk.

' I'm in the kitchen!' Anja bellowed back.

God, she sounds like my mother! Remus thought.

'I heard that!' Anja said, annoyed, and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and back down to the bubbling spaghetti sauce.

Anja stirred the sauce ad turned her attention to the pasta. She took a noodle out of the boiling water and ate it.

Perfect.

She picked up the pot and walked quickly over to the sink because the pot was a bit heavy. She drained the spaghetti noodles in to a huge bowl. She poured the spaghetti noodles into a strainer, picked up the strainer and poured the noodles into a huge bowl. She placed the bowl on the table, and went back to the sauce and poured it into a smaller bowl, and placed the two bowls on to the table. Anja looked around at the table. The table was set and ready for dinner. The door creaked open and in stepped Remus. Anja still stared at the door, as if waiting for Harry to step through the door, but he didn't. Remus rolled his eyes, like he did at the beginning of the summer, and walked through the door and disappeared for a few seconds and returned pulling Harry into the kitchen. Remus pointed at one of the three chairs and Harry sat down, grumbling under his breath.

I wish he would stop this! Remus thought.

'Stop what?' Anja asked out of the blue, sitting herself across from Harry.

Remus stared at her, stressed, and tilted his head towards Harry and widened his eyes. Harry stared at Remus, then at Anja, and then back at Remus. She nodded and carried on to dishing out her dinner.

'You didn't tell him on the way here did you, Remus?' a voice came from behind him. He turned away for his view of the starry sky, to see Anja leaning in the doorway of the back door.

'No.' he confessed, shaking his head and looked back to the stars. There was a long and silent pause between the two of them.

'Did you know that every on of those stars are another sun for a different galaxy?' Anja asked, now changing the subject and gazing at the stars as Remus was.

'Yes, I know. You've told me at least five times this summer. And she told me about five -'

'Billion times,' Anja finished of his sentence being able to read his mind.

Remus smiled while shaking his head, possibly on the verge of laughing that hadn't been done in a long time.

'So when are you going to tell him?' she asked.

'That would be up to you, of course, since it is your responsibility. When you want to tell him, and how you want to tell him is also up to you.' He said.

'But he would never listen to me though!' she hissed.

Remus glared at Anja, as her father would if she were mouthing him off, and said that it was time to go in the house.

'You go ahead, I'll be inside in five minutes.' She said looking at her watch.

'Okay, five minutes.' Remus said, 'And do be careful because Voldemort probably does know about you now.' he reminded her. She nodded and turned to look back at the stars. They looked the same as every night, but they felt different, like someone was watching her for above.

Why can't I just talk to Harry like I talk to Remus? I mean, how different can they be? Okay other than the fact that one is a werewolf and the other is the key to saving us all from Lord Voldemort. Is there something I don't know about Harry that I should know about?

She looked back to look at the house. Harry was standing at his window that was open!

How long had he been standing there? Did he hear my conversation with Remus? If he did he, would he even understand what we were talking about? Well he probably does because Harry is the only other person that lives here at Grimmauld Place other than Remus and I.

She looked down at here feet, away from Harry. He knew that he was being talked about, he had this look on his face that anyone could read: he was beyond angry.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Came from Harry's room. He hadn't been the same since you-know-what happened and he was making everyone that crossed his path as miserable as he was.

Today was his birthday, his sixteenth birthday. So far everyone had completely ignored the fact of his birthday except the one that he was trying to really hate: Anja. (Of course no one was actually trying to ignore Harry. They were busy planning a surprise birthday party for him).

That morning she made him an egg, bacon, hash brown, and toast breakfast; like the ones that Mrs. Weasley always made for him. She would actually stay in the same room with Harry, instead of walking out of the room right away. Anja even said, 'Hello' every time she saw him. Eventually, she said 'Happy birthday Harry' during lunch.

Harry walked down the stairs, quietly. Something was different; it was the fact that there was no noise. Even if there were people around, you could always hear Anja's headphones blaring music all the way to North America. Harry looked in the kitchen and then in he front room. Anja was to be seen.

She wouldn't leave me alone in the house while Lord Voldemort is out to kill me, would they?

Then Harry knew that he wasn't alone. He heard whispering. He went to the drawing room door. His hand in his pocket, he felt the shape of his wand. He held a firm grasp on it, wondering if he should use it or not. He could be expelled. But on the other hand, Lord Voldemort could be behind that very door, ready to kill him.

He placed his left hand on the doorknob, his right tightly on his wand. He decided to count to five and then open the door.

One, two, three, four... five.

He opened the door quickly and-

'SURPRISE!' was yelled and the light flashed on. Harry stood there in the doorway stunned. Everyone was here, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Kingsley, Tonks, Hermione, Dumbledore, Hagrid, and even Professors McGonagall and Snape (to his surprise) and the rest of the Order. (A/N Lupin could not be there because it is a full moon.)

Anja was so pleased with the party. Everyone had shown up and Harry was so happy to see his friends.

'So have you talked to him at all?' Ginny asked Anja, to her left side.

'No- well kind of.' Anja answered looking away form Harry.

Ginny gave her a strange look, 'What do you mean 'sort of'? '

'I mean that I've said hello several times and happy birthday to him, but nothing more.' Anja smiled looking at her shoes.

She really needs to stop looking at her shoes.

'Okay, I'll stop.' Anja promised.

'What?' Ginny stared at her confused even more than ever. Then she clued in, 'I thought you weren't going to say anything about that out loud? '

'Ha. That's what I thought, until I said something out loud to Remus while Harry was sitting at the kitchen table with us.'

'Way to go.' Ginny smiled and walked over to talk to Ron. Anja followed her, but instead of talking to Ron she talked to Hermione.

'He didn't say anything.' Hermione reported to Anja.

'I didn't come over to talk to you about that. I came to talk to you about you-know-what.' Anja said lowering her voice.

'You mean...' Hermione said.

'No the gift!' Anja whispered.

Hermione nodded, 'I think you should give it to him. I mean Sirius was going to until... yeah.'

'That's what I wanted to hear from someone else than Remus.' Anja said more confidently.

'So Anja, have you talked to Lee yet?' came Fred's voice from right behind her.

'No. Should I have been?' Anja turned to look at him and smiled.

'Well he has been talking about you a lot, you know.' George replied, tauntingly.

'Oh really?' Ginny said walking up to the twins and gave them one of her give-it-up looks.

Fred and George smiled their fake smile and they walked over to see what Harry was up to and tell him how the joke shop was going, as he was their investor.

'Guys. They will never stop bugging you once you joke with them.' Anja said rolling her eyes that 'by accident' fell on Harry.

And at that very moment, Harry's eyes fell on Anja too. Their eyes locked and stayed that way until Mrs. Weasley called Harry to open his presents. He sort of gave her a glare and walked over to the mountain of presents.

'I saw that!' Ginny sang.

Anja nodded and gave he a warning look and then told her to come with her to get Harry's present.

Presents were handed to Harry people wanted to get rid of them as if they had a bomb in the parcel. Anja made sure that hers was going to last. Remus even told her that it would be a good idea to give it to him after everyone had left, if there was any better timing.

So Anja waited, and waited until the last person (Tonks) left the room and the house. The Weasleys and Hermione were staying over night more like until Remus was well enough to supervise Harry and Anja. Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley had helped with the plan to drag the twins and Ron out of the room.

'Come on Ron.' Hermione whined, 'I want to see something that's outside. And I don't think it's safe to go outside by myself with Vol- Voldemort back.' She added after Ron made a face of uncertainty.

'Go a head Ron.' Mrs. Weasley encouraged him, 'and don't stay out too long dear.' She added, winking at Ginny.

'Hey Fred, George? Could you help me with this experiment that I'm doing?' Ginny asked.

Fred and George glanced at each other and gave this look that practically said, 'she's taking over the family business!'

'Sure, why not.' George supposed.

'What harm could I do?' Fred estimated.

Bill and Charlie then clued in right away.

'I think I'll turn in early tonight.' Bill said yawning.

'Yeah. I think I'll take up on that opportunity too. I have some research to do at Hogwarts tomorrow.' Charlie said right away.

The both of them winked at Anja and followed Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron out of the drawing room.

'Well, good night you two and I'll see you at dinner tomorrow.' Mr. Weasley said, 'Unless you are willing enough to get up at the same time as me.'

Then both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left the room, leaving Anja and Harry alone. Anja brought out her gift form the pocket of her scarlet red hoody. The parcel was the shape of a rectangle, carefully wrapped in bright gold paper and neat written on one side was Harry's name.

Harry looked at the parcel in curiosity and stood up from the chair, and surprising himself and Anja, he walked towards her. Anja placed the parcel into Harry's hands. He turned it over a couple of times, and looked from the gift to Anja's hazel eyes that looked somewhat familiar.

'Sirius was going to give this to you but...' Anja stopped, memories flooding back.

'Yeah.' Harry mumbled, remembering how he was supposes to be angry with her, but he couldn't. Not right now, everything was going so well.

'Good night.' Anja said. And as she arrived at the door out of the room, she whispered, 'Happy birthday Harry.' And walked out of the room, leaving Harry staring at the spot where she stood before.

He had this flood of happiness. Sirius really did want to be here, and he wanted to give him the gift. But now that Sirius isn't here, he wanted Anja to give it to him. That didn't make him so happy.

Why couldn't he have asked someone else to do this? Maybe even Kingsley would have been fine with me. How could he actually have trusted her?