A/N: I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this chapter up, but when I was about 95 percent of the way done, I accidentally erased the chapter. Hope that you enjoy as always, and tell me what you think if you want.

Chapter Six

Birthday Boy

"Wake up, you silly boy," someone yelled through the door of Ron's room. "Breakfast is served."

Harry opened one eye, and saw someone with flaming red hair walking towards him. He knew it was her, and instantly was wide awake. He sat up slightly and throwing the covers off. "What's this for? You didn't make this, did you?" he asked. She nodded and sat on the edge of his bed, placing the tray over his lap.

"It's for your birthday, silly. Honestly, you have too much on your mind if you forget that it's your birthday," she said, a slight frown on her face contrasting with laughing eyes.

"I not so sure I want to eat this, if you made it. For all I know, it could be poisoned or something," he said, throwing the eggs, sausage and toast a suspicious look.

"Hey," she yelled, hitting him in the right arm. "I made that just for you, even though Ron was pestering me to make him some too."

"In that case, I had better eat right up," he said, rubbing his left arm while looking at her innocently.

"I hit you in the other arm, smarty. Will you just eat it," she said. As he sat there and ate, Ginny kept asking him questions, forcing him to answer with his mouth full. When he was about half-finished Hermione and Ron walked in with big smiles on their faces and carrying brightly wrapped gifts.

"Happy birthday, Harry," they both saidThey handed the gifts to Harry before sitting on the bed, opposite where Ginny was. Ron grabbed an uneaten piece of toast as he did, earning a glare from his younger sister.

"Mum just suggested that we should all go to Diagon Alley for the day. But that, of course, is up to you, Harry." Ron said.

"That sounds like an excellent idea to me. I want to go to Fred and George's shop," Harry said.

"Well, are you going to open up those presents or do we need to return them?" Hermione asked.

"Good idea," Harry said. He opened Ron's first, which was a brand new wizard's chess set. Hermione's was a book on Quidditch strategy. He thanked them for the gifts, before looking up at Ginny, half-expecting her to hand him something.

"Don't look at me like that. You've eaten your present, it was breakfast in bed," she said; with a little wink that neither Ron nor Hermione noticed.

"Fine, treat me like that, don't give me anything else," he said mockingly.

"I won't," she said, and winked again.

"Well, in that case, I think I'll get ready, so if you would all kindly exit the room," he said, not looking at Ginny. As they got up to walk towards the door, Harry continued, "Wait a minute Ginny."

"Yes?" Ginny asked, turning back while Ron and Hermione left.

"What were the winks for?" Harry asked quietly.

"You will just have to wait and see hun. I love you," she said, and with that she headed out the door, leaving Harry to get ready.

Five minutes later Harry descended the stairs to find Mrs. Weasley standing at the bottom. Across the living room there was a banner that read: Happy Birthday Harry!

"Happy Birthday, Harry! It seems that you still have a few presents to open," Mrs. Weasley said, giving him a hug. From Mr. and Mrs. Weasley he received a new broom cleaning kit, Lupin sent a book of jinxes and hexes which Hermione started to read, and Percy a self-inking, self-correcting quill. He thanked Mrs. Weasley and scribbled a thank you note to both Lupin and Percy.

"Well now, I hear that you are going to Diagon Alley. I think that is a wonderful idea but I would like to have a little celebration here tonight, if that's okay," Mrs. Weasley said.

"A celebration will be just fine," Harry replied, smiling.

"Okay, I think that it would be safe to say that Arthur will be home at seven this evening, so we will plan to start it then," Mrs. Weasley said.

"So, when do you think we should leave?" Harry asked the other three.

"How about right now, get in a full day's worth," Ginny offered. Ron and Hermione nodded their assent to the idea.

"That's settled then. Shall we go?" Harry asked, reaching out for Ginny's hand. The four of them walked outside and disapparated. They appeared a moment later in front of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The store was packed with people of all ages, roaming here and there looking for new products. They just stood outside, looking through the window at the crowd.

"I think we might want to come back to this one later, it's really packed," Harry stated, still looking through the window.

"I agree with Harry," Ron said, looking at the girls. So they walked around the other stores till lunch time, the whole time managing to blend into the crowd.

"Is anybody hungry?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron nodded.

"Where should we go then?" Ginny asked.

"We could go get some lunch at The Leaky Cauldron," Harry suggested.

"Fine by me," Ron said, offering his hand to Hermione. They walked down the street, looking through the different windows. As they did, Harry realized the ice cream store was open again.

"Look guys," Harry said, pointing towards the sign. "That's where I used to get free ice cream. I wonder if he still remembers me."

As they continued to walk down the lane, people started to recognize Harry and were moving out of the way. Some people even stared at the scar on his forehead. The story, that Voldemort was killed by 'The-Chosen-One', was a big story that stayed on the front page of The Daily Prophet for almost two weeks. Since then a story popped up every now and then about where Harry was and what he was doing. The last claimed he was in America, meeting the President.

A little boy walked over to Harry and asked, "Are you Harry Potter?"

"Yes," Harry responded.

The boy yelled out, turning towards his mother, "It's really him! It's Harry, mum!"

"Come back over here!" she yelled, before turning to Harry. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," Harry said.

He continued to walk down the street with his friends. After the little boy, four more people came up to him to shake his hand, but most people just stared.

"I wish people wouldn't treat me differently just because I have a stupid scar on my forehead," Harry whispered in Ginny's ear.

"That's not all people know you for. You are responsible for the capture of more Death Eaters then the best Auror in the Ministry. You killed Voldemort, saving a lot of lives," Ginny said. That was the first time a Weasley said Voldemort's name. Realizing what she said, Ginny covered her mouth.

"I thought you would be the first to use his name in your family," Harry said, smiling.

Ron had also heard what she said and stared at her, "What did you say his name for?"

"Ron, you must grow up. Honestly," Hermione said quickly.

After finishing their lunch, they left and headed back towards Fred and George's shop. The return trip was much like the previous one, except no one stopped to shake Harry's hand. They entered the shop, no one noticing that the famous Harry Potter was among them.

"Harry," Fred called out, and people turned their heads at the name. "Happy Birthday, mate, you know the rules, anything you want, you can have."

"Thanks," Harry said, throwing a scornful look at the people who were staring, causing them to go back to shopping.

"One more thing," Fred said, pulling Harry away from Ginny. "If George and I get one word you hurt Ginny, we will test the things we don't want to test on ourselves, on you."

"I understand, but you don't have anything to worry about," Harry assured Fred, thinking about what the twins were working on.

"Good, now have a look at this," Fred said, pulling a watch out of his pocket.

"What does it do?" Harry asked.

"Push that little button on the side," Fred said, handing the watch to Harry. As Harry took the watch he looked up. Pushing the button he felt a tingling sensation throughout his body.

"What's it suppose to do?" he asked.

"Harry, where are you?" Ginny called, looking around.

"I'm right here," he said, reaching out and touching her shoulder.

"Where?" she asked, startled by the touch.

"Harry, that's our newest item in personal security. Push the button again," Fred said, the tingling sensation leaving Harry. "When you push the button no one can see you, allowing you to escape…"

"Or try to hex people without them knowing," George said, walking up behind Harry. "Happy Birthday, by the way."

"Thanks," Harry said.

"But how do you get it work?" Hermione asked.

"We can't tell you that, you might try to sell our secrets to the competition," Fred said.

"Come off it," she replied crossly.

"Anyways, we haven't quite perfected it yet. It doesn't work every time," Fred continued.

"We figure we will have all the bugs worked out soon," Fred finished.

"Those things could be dangerous, if they were used by the wrong people," Hermione interjected; still annoyed they wouldn't tell her how it worked.

"Don't worry about that. We have a charm to fix that. If someone tries to use magic with this on, they will start throwing up before they finish the spell," George said, looking at his brother.

"That's what happened yesterday when we were working on it," Fred said.

"We wanted to see if the charm worked or not. It works perfect, Hermione," George pointed out.

"What wrong with it, then?" Ron asked.

"The invisibility charm wears off a little fast at times. Once it only lasted a couple of seconds," Fred said. "We would love to talk all afternoon, but we must get back to work."

The gang finished looking around the shop, Harry taking a couple of invisibility hats and puking pansies. They walked around to the other shops, and decided to go get ice cream. As they left the ice cream parlor, they noticed a crowd was gathering down the street a little ways, and wanted to know what was going on. As they reached the back of the crowd, they could here people shouting.

"Did anyone see what happened?" someone yelled.

"There were four men wearing black cloaks. They walked over to him, talked to him for a minute, and then hexed him," they heard a woman say.

The news traveled fast that there had been an attack in Diagon Alley. People were grabbing their children and leaving left and right. The man who had been attacked was Joe Thompson. He owned a little store that sold second hand junk. The target seemed random, the attack unplanned.

Harry and the others soon left Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley was waiting outside for them to arrive, and was relieved to have them home.

"But mum - how did you find out so fast?" Ron asked, after entering the house.

"Your father informed me when the Ministry was alerted. They figure it was a bunch of hooligans out for a laugh. The damage caused was fairly minor, nothing more then a memory and a stunning charm, but it is still worrisome…" Mrs. Weasley said.

"I wonder who did it." Ginny asked, seemingly talking to herself.

"I guess we won't know until they catch whoever did it," Mrs. Weasley said, looking at the four of them.