Chapter 10: sixteen candles and a bottle of butterbeer
A/n: hey you guys!!! Well, a couple of you figured out that it was yes!! Sirius that I brought back. Good job!!! But none of you figured out the star. I kind of thought you would think "hmmm…Sirius is back. He came from a star. Hmmmmm…maybe the dog constellation which is quite conveniently named Sirius? Lol. Don't feel bad. I only learned about that constellation the other day. And don't worry RUNAWAYMENTALPATIENT I'm not familiar with any of the constellations either. and RAVEN S.D.L. BELL I'm 16 (seventeen in less than a month!!! Yea!!!) And I live in the u.s. too!! (see my bio page) well about this Ron thing…well I think I'll bring him back…but I've got tricks up my sleeve with him!!!
Okay, now that was the longest a/n I've posted so on with the story!!!
Ps. I DO NOT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO SUE ME FOR THAT RELATES TO HARRY POTTER. I, HOWEVER, DO OWN THE PLOT!!!!
Harry lay in a deep slumber the morning of his birthday, but he was about to be rudely awakened. Draco, Ginny, and Hermione crept in quietly, followed by Fred and George, who were carrying a large box of fireworks between them. Draco closed the door quietly behind them, and cast a silencing spell so that they didn't wake up the rest of the house.
They took their positions. Draco next to the curtains. Hermione and Ginny on either side of the bed. Fred and George near the fire, wands ready to wreck havoc. Draco held up three fingers, and began counting down.
Three…how peaceful Harry looked, snuggled deep under his covers.
Two…Hermione and Ginny tensed, ready to jump onto the bed. Fred and George cracked into identical evil grins.
One…poor, poor Harry….
"Go!" yelled Draco, pulling the opens wide, letting the sunlight plunge in. Hermione and Ginny began jumping on the bed, singing happy birthday at the top of their magically magnified lungs. And Fred and George, as usual, out did themselves. They not only lit the fireworks, but they also each pulled numerous boxes out of their cloaks, and threw them on the ground, where either they promptly burst into colored smoke, began making noises that oddly resembled a metal band playing with their amplifiers up to loud, or streamed with confetti.
Harry, woken from the deep of sleep, with absolutely no idea what was going on, bolted up in bed and was promptly hit over the head by a bouncing limb. He fell back down on the pillows, gasped for air, and instead choked on a large amount of bright pink smoke. He shielded his eyes against the glare of the sun, and let out a high pitched shriek as a firework whizzed quite closely past his cheek and his leg was simultaneously squashed by Hermione, who had lost her balance and landed on him. Draco, Fred and George, who by this time was laughing uproariously and adding to the din, seemed parlayed in laughter and did nothing to help him. Ginny, at a length, finally got her feet tangled in the bed sheets fell on top of Hermione with a yelp, smiled innocently at Harry.
"Good morning Harry. How are you doing this fine morning?" she managed to ask before being overcome in giggles.
Harry stared at the lot of them, his mind foggy from sleep. "What are you doing here?" he asked finally, unable to come up with something more intelligent to ask.
The group, who had finally just been able to control their giggles, busted out laughing again.
"Harry, do you know what today is?" Hermione asked in a voice most people use when talking to a three year old.
Harry stared at her, thinking. He scratched his hair, which looked more messed up then usual, with bits of confetti in it. Suddenly it don-donned him, and a smile escaped his lips. "You know now, don't you, that I will get you back for all this, every single one of you." and his smile turned into an evil grin that outdid Fred and George's.
Every single person stopped laughing.
"Harry, mate." Draco began a little nervously. "It was just a bit of fun."
Suddenly the door opened and Mrs. Weasley started to come in, before looking around and letting out a shriek. "What in Merlin's name…"
Harry let out a sly little grin. "They did it." He said innocently, pointing at the group, and shooting them a revengeful your-in-trouble-and-I'm-not-so-nana-nana-boo-boo-smile.
Mrs. Weasly looked from Hermione and Ginny who were tangled around Harry's bed sheets, to Draco, who was staring at the ceiling with an I-have-no-idea-what-he's-talking-about look, and finally at Fred and George, who were inconspicuously, but very obviously, trying to waft the smoke and confetti out the window, and stop the noisemakers.
"Oh, my." Was all she had to say about the matter. "I just wanted to tell you that breakfast was ready." And she left quickly, shutting the door firmly behind her as if she would catch some crazy disease that they all had.
"So, er…Harry," Hermione began, looking up from her food. "Did you have any plans for this evening?"
Harry looked up at her, then at Draco and Ginny who, when they saw him looking, busied themselves with their plates, and then back at Hermione. "No. why?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, we thought maybe…maybe…Merlin, Ginny stop looking at me like that! It was your idea, you tell him!" Hermione said in a rush.
Harry looked over at Ginny, who was turning red, and playing with her bacon, not meeting his eyes. "Well…I just thought…er…well you know…and er…your birthday and all…and umm…and since school starts soon…and…"
"And what they're trying to say is that since it's your birthday and since we have to go back to school soon, they thought we could go to a party. A muggle club, so no one would recognize us, and so that we could have some fun before term starts." Draco finished, throwing the girls exasperated looks.
Harry stared at them. "That's a great idea." He said. "Which club is it?"
"Well, we found one that Dumbledore thinks is safe, but its in Hawaii, so we're going to floo to his Manor there and then gets a ride to the club. He thinks it's safe, since as far as everyone knows we're still in England, and no one would look for us in America. But there'll be a couple people at the club just in case." Hermione said. "And since its you birthday, and you allowed to drive when your sixteen in America, we thought you'd like to drive us.' She beamed at him
"Sounds good to me." Harry said, smiling back. "When do we leave?"
"Well, we thought we'd do some sight seeing first so… how about eleven?" Draco said, looking at the clock. "That gives us about forty-five minuets to get ready."
"Eleven-thirty." Ginny said. "Hermione and I have to get all dressed up. And pack an outfit for tonight." She said as an afterthought.
Harry and Draco exchanged exasperated looks. "Fine," Draco said. "But if you're not ready by then, we're leaving without you."
They didn't leave until closer to twelve-thirty.
After being given rules, they flooed to Dumbledore's expansive mansion. They spent a couple hours on the beach that was literally in his back yard. As they were on out the door to go downtown for some dinner, a house elf ran out of no where.
"Wait!!!!" the elf yelled, running down the hall toward them.
"Dobby?" Harry asked confusedly. "What are you doing here?"
"Harry Potter must go back home." Dobby panted, leaning against the leg of the hall table.
"Why," Hermione pressed, squatting down to be eye-to-eye with him. "Why, Dobby?"
Dobby stared up at them in fear. "I heard…I heard…"
"Heard what?" Draco asked.
"Your father has escaped."
A deadly silence filled the hall.
"No." Draco screamed. "He can't be. NO!"
"He is, Master Draco. You must go back home, and help Dumbledore and the others. All of you." Dobby grabbed Hermione's and Harry's hands and began pulling them toward the fire place. "Please. Go home."
"I will take them from here," commanded a male voice from the stairs.
The four turned and stared unbelievingly at the man at the top of the stairs.
"Oh, Merlin." Hermione whispered, as Ginny let out a yelp and fainted.
a/n: cliffy!!! I know this one probably isn't as good as the other chapters. Actually, I know it ISNT one of the better ones. Sorry. I've rewritten this chapter a million different ways in the past two weeks, and none of them worked, so I simply sat down and began typing. Now that I re-read it, its nothing like the chapter I rewrote so many times. Well…the beginning is, but the rest isn't. so PLEASE tell what you think!!!