Title: Dumbledore's Gift

Summary: Ginny got an idea of a dating game. Hermione is going out with Ron but her date is with Harry. Will Hermione fall in love with Harry? Or will Ron find out that Harry had feelings for Hermione all along?

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. That is all J.K. Rowling's work.

Author's Note: The dating game doesn't start till chapter 3, so please bare with me. Enjoy!

Later that day, Harry was outside "helping" Aunt Petunia in the garden, in the front yard. He was digging the wholes for the plants while Aunt Petunia was putting the plants in it and putting the dirt over the roots. As Aunt Petunia was filling a hole with dirt, Harry looks up and sees an owl fly towards his window.

"I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." Harry said as he sets the shovel down on the grass.

"Um…no. I said no bathroom breaks!" But it was too late. Harry had already entered the house. Harry walked into the kitchen and washed his hands. He walked upstairs and into his room. The owl had already landed on his desk, with a letter tied to his talons. Just as usual, Harry detached the letter and the owl flew away. Harry opened the envelope and then the letter:

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Your gift should be coming soon. It's from both Dumbledore and me. I'm pretty sure that my name is on the card. If it isn't, it should be. I hope those Dursley's are treating you right. If they aren't, let me know and I'll send you my umbrella.

Hope all is well,

Hagrid

Harry chuckled to himself as he folded Hagrid's letter. As Harry walked out of the room, he set the letter on the table, which was next to his bed. 'I wonder what that gift is.' Harry wondered.

Harry walked back outside and continued "helping" Aunt Petunia. Once again, he looked up and saw an owl flying into his bedroom window.

"Uh…I have to go to the bathroom." Harry said once again.

"But you already went!" Aunt Petunia said, getting angry. Harry, once again, went inside, washed his hands and went upstairs, to his room. Harry sighed to himself as he took the package off the owl's talons. As Harry untied the strings, he noticed that there were holes in the box. As Harry was unwrapping the box, he was thinking to himself, 'Don't be alive, please. Don't be alive. Don't – oh no.' Harry had taken the top off and realized what was inside.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Here is your very first phoenix bird. Treat her well and give Hedwig the same amount of attention that you usually do. Don't make her jealous. Here's some treats for your phoenix. Her cage should be coming soon. Have a happy birthday!

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

and HAGRID

"Holy crap!" Harry said out loud. There was a sleeping, baby, phoenix bird in a comfy and magical box.

"HARRY!" Aunt Petunia yelled. "COME OUT NOW!"

"COMING AUNT PETUNIA!" Harry yelled back. "What am I supposed to do with you? Hummmmm." Harry looked around his room and stopped at Hedwig. "Hedwig! Could you watch…ah…lets…ah…call…her…Hermione for now. Thanks Hedwig!" Harry left the sleeping phoenix next to Hedwig and ran out the door.