A.N. Righto. Umm.. not that many reviews but, whatevah. i'm not a review-powered individual anymore, so THERE! Umm... I. am. psycho. Ya.

After Sirius's funeral, Harry gradually got better. He began coming down to the dining room for every meal and soon there after began actually eating every meal. Not but a week after the funeral, the trio went out together. In fact, they went shopping.That was they day that Hermione and Ron actually saw Harry smile again. It wasn't one of his wimpy fake smiles. No, it was an honest-to-goodness genuine smile. So the gang decided to do something special for Harry's upcoming 16th birthday.

Mrs. Weasley automatically ruled out anything remotely dangerous. But, other than that, the sky was the limit. After all, Sirius had left behind a substantial amount of money, Muggle and not.

"A party?" Hermione suggested. "A surprise one?"

Ron shook his head. "Too... normal."

"Go see a movie," Mrs. Weasley suggested.

"Too boring and... muggle-y," Hermione said.

"Skydiving!" Ron exclaimed.

"Too dangerous!" Mrs. Weasley and Hermione yelled.

Remus, who happened to be passing through (carrying a large box) with Tonks (also carrying a large box) suggested, "Why don't a bunch of you go and play Quidditch?"

"Then go out for a fancy meal," Tonks suggested.

The three stared blankly for a moment, then replied, "That's prefect!"

Tonks turned her head to look at them and, while still walking, said, " Glad we could help," and then she tripped and fell, box and all.

Mrs. Weasley whipped out her wand. "Accio box!" she yelled urgently. The box stopped inches from the ground and flew to the now standing Mrs. Weasley. It landed neatly in her arms. "Now let me help you," she said as Tonks got up and brushed herself off. Tonks gave Mrs. Weasley and appreciative look and the two women, accompanied by Remus, left the room.

"Alright," Harry said as much out of impatience as curiosity. "Where. Are. We. GOING!?! And when can I take this off?"

Harry was currently sandwiched in between Fred and George, who were each holding one of his arms hostage, though he couldn't tell which twin had which arm because he was blindfolded.

Hermione let out an exasperated sigh. "If I told you, you wouldn't need a blindfold."

"That's the point," Harry muttered.

"We're h-e-e-re!" Ginny announced as she hop-skipped to a halt.

"Where's 'here'?" Harry asked.

Whichever twin had Harry's left arm let go of it and untied his blindfold.

"Here," both twins answered

Harry gazed at the sight before him in astonished wonderment. It was a Quidditch field. Several actually. Hermione herded the six of them (herself, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred and George) into a small building off to the side.

"Before we do anything," she started. "I wanted to give you this, Harry."She handed him a long, thin, well-wrapped package and a card. Harry opened the card first.

Remus Lupin's gentle voice greeted him. "Hi Harry. It's me, Remus. I just wanted to say 'happy birthday' and give you this gift on behalf of the Marauders... minus Peter, of course. I hope you like it. Enjoy your day."

Harry stared at the card in amazement. He hadn't known cards could do that. He placed the card neatly back inside it's envelope and turned to the package. Carefully he unwrapped it to reveal a plain brown box. ((A.N. Gee! Just what I've always wanted!) He lifted the lid of the box--- and almost fell over. Ron, Fred, and George reacted similarly. It was a Firebolt II, the newest, most top-of-the-line broom that had only been out for 2 or 3 days. Harry stared in silent shock.

Hermione's eyebrows raised. "Cool broom."

Ron looked at her, aghast. "That isn't just a broom, Herm."

Fred nodded vigorously in agreement."It's the newest--"

"--fastest--" George threw in.

"--most expensive--" Ron added.

"--easiest to handle broom out there!" Fred finished in exclamation.

All four boys turned to look at each other. "Wicked!"

"Of course it is," Hermione agreed hurridly. "Now let's check in." She walked up to the front desk. "Granger, party of six. We reserved a field."

The nervous looking clerk looked up at her. "Granger, Granger, Granger. Mmm hmm. Five Firebolts," he said as he reached himself and passed her the Firebolts, one by one. "Let's see, Field... umm... Ms. Granger? Something-- came up-- and we no longer have an empty field for you to use."

Hermione looked startled. "I beg your pardon?"

"Ermm-- ah-- that is-- someone showed up-- and we-- ah-- had to-- give her a field-- and--" The clerk stopped stuttering/talking because the twin had siezed him and had him at wand point.

"Who was it?" Fred demanded. The clerk mumbled something incoherent. "Who??"

"N-Narcissa M-Malfoy," the clerk gasped. "She wanted a field for her son, Draco."

"What field were we supposed to be on?" When the clerk didn't answer George's question, he jabbed him with his wand.

"F-field six," he managed to say. the twins released him. "Have a nice day," the clerk squeaked after themas they hurried out the door and towards Field six.

-tbc-