Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year

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"'ere's the birthday boy!" a gruff, but friendly voice said booming over their heads.

"Hi Hagrid," Harry said.

"It's good to see you again, 'arry," Hagrid said and pulled Harry close to him.

"It's good to see you too, Hagrid," Harry replied.

"Are you busy?" Hagrid asked him.

"Um…No," Harry said. He tried to avoid the obvious stares he was receiving and Hagrid notice that too.

"Well come 'un then. No use dallying around 'ere," Hagrid said. He put his large hands on the blades of Harry's shoulders and steered him away.

"Hagrid?" Harry asked him a second later.

"Wot iz it 'arry?"

"Where is it you're taking me?"

"It'z a surprise. Cover yer eyes," Hagrid said.

"Okay," Harry did what he was told. He trusted Hagrid and Hagrid wouldn't sell him out, right? Despite that, Harry did trust Hagrid for all that he has ever done for him, so Harry did cover his eyes without peeping.

"That's a good boy," Hagrid said.

They continued walking until Harry ran into a wall, or was that a door?

" 'oops sorry there 'arry," Hagrid said laughing and opened something that sounded like a door.

Harry tried not to rub the sore spot where he ran into something.

"Almost there," Hagrid reassured himself.

Harry heard Hagrid open another door and the crisp cooling air of a summer breeze swayed around him. The wind tousled his already messy hair. He knew they were outside.

"Can I open my eyes now Hagrid?"

" 'ust a minute."

Harry felt Hagrid's strong hands leave his shoulder and the giant walk off. He heard something soft rustle and Hagrid utter a swear or two.

"Now," Hagrid said. Harry could practically hear the smile coming off from the older half-giant.

"Now?" Harry asked to re-confirm.

"Now."

Harry moved his hands away from his eyes and his eyes glared at the sharp sunlight hitting his face. Though the sun was setting, he couldn't feel the heat. Maybe it was the cool breeze wafting through?

"Well wot do ye think 'arry?" Hagrid asked him nervously.

'Think of what?' Harry thought. His mind was filled on thoughts of the sun. "Oh."

"Oh?" Hagrid asked disappointed.

Hagrid thought that Harry didn't like the gift. "No, no, Hagrid. Don't get me wrong, but I was thinking of what could be under that sheet next to it."

Hagrid seemed a bit more reassured and beamed. " 'iz a surprise 'arry. Go on, open it."

Harry stepped up next to the sheet and lifted it up. What he saw made him gasp and step back.

"Hagrid…"

"Ain't she a beaut?" Hagrid asked a lot more pleased at the young wizard-vampire's reaction to the old motorcycle.

"Yes…of course, but where?"

"It waz Sirius'," Hagrid said beaming. "I forgot to give it back to him when he came back from Azkaban. You know, if it weren't fer 'im, I wouldn't of managed to get you out o' yer burning house."

"What?" Harry asked.

"Aye, didn't you know?"

"No…thanks Hagrid."

"No need to be thankin' me. She is rightfully yers, 'arry. 'his house, well everything that Sirius once had and is in 'iz will iz yours."

"I didn't know that…" Harry said tearfully. He didn't care that Sirius left everything to him, he just wanted Sirius back.

"So he lent you his motorcycle then," Harry stated.

"Yes," Hagrid said. "Well I'll let you look at that I have to get back inside. Happy birthday Harry," Hagrid said giving Harry's good shoulder a squeeze and then retreating back inside.