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Chapter three:

16th birthday

Harry woke up on a sunny day. Something felt different. He snatched his glasses and pulled them on and looked. His books were there. He still had Hedwig. He looked at himself at the mirror. Nothing had really happened to his hair, his eyes were the same. What was it? Something was different. He could feel it in his very bones, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He decided to ignore it and instead quickly dressed and tried to comb his hair. Key word: Tried.

Soon he trotted towards the kitchen and was stopped short by who other than Dudley. Dudley was grinning broadly.

"What is it?" Harry snapped irritably, he was tired and bored of Dudley. Well, he always had been, to be honest. "My crew is coming over, Hairball." Dudley answered, with a new nickname for Harry.

Harry's heart plummeted and landed at his ankles. Great, Dudley and his mates would be dying to torture him. Just what he needed.

Yeah! Just what he needed. They'd all laugh at Dudley when they had a go at Harry and he would be too scared to do anything for Harry being a wizard.

Harry smiled at his humungo cousin. "That's brilliant." He exclaimed ethusiastically.Harry soon strode away, happier than before, leaving a confused Dudley looking stupid behind him.

Harry bit into his toast after he had toasted the bread. Uncle Vernon had gone to work and Aunt Petunia was poring over her magazine in the living room, while Dudley sat glued to the television. Aunt Petunia was flipping through the magazine, hunting for juicy gossip.

Soon Dudley's gang arrived. "Hey big D!" They all chorused in unison.

Harry had finished his toast and pretended to gag, hearing it. "Hey there's the St.Mungo's lunatic boy!" One of the member's of the gang snickered. Dudley nervously smiled. Seeing Dudley fidgety made Harry smile blandly.

"He is a lunatic. Look at Hairball! He's smiling when you're making fun of him!" Exclaimed another boy with broad shoulders and thick dark red-streaked hair combed to perfection.

Harry continued to smile. "You've come to see Dudleykinns? Didja know Dudley's called that by his mum still and also wittle Dudley and dudders?" Harry blabbed joyfully.

"WHAT!" Several of the members had chorused, they looked incredulously at Dudley.

"Big D is this true!" A close friend of Dudley's from childhood, cried.

Dudley looked at his feet. "Umm.Uh.yes." He turned crimson.

Aghast looks A few grins. Snickers, than peals and peals of laughter broke out.

Dudley looked like he was going to cry, but instead he glanced at Harry and glared.

"I'm going to kill you when there gone." He whispered dangerously.

Harry suddenly realized something. It was his sixteenth birthday.

He grinned goofily at Dudley. "Really? Remember those people you met at the train station? Well you do remember that they gave me permission to tell on you guys if you bother me? Oh, and don't forget that man's eye. Guess what his nickname is?"

Dudley involuntarily shuddered. "What?"

"Mad-eye Moody." Harry answered, grinning. "They say he become mad and tries to take out you're eye every other day. Do you know why he has that weird eye?"

"Why?" Dudley breathed.

"He picked his eye out once went he went crazy and had to get a new one." Harry managed to keep a straight face, trying not to smile at his own ludicrous fibs about Alastor Moody and the horror on Dudley's face."

Dudley and Harry realized that Dudley's giggling gang ad slipped out the front door. But Dudley didn't seem to mind he asked Harry, "Has he tried to take you're eye out-t?" In a stuttering voice.

Quietly, forcing himself to shudder Harry replied. "H-he tried, if it hadn't been for the others." Harry mentally gave himself props on his excellent fibs and performance.

"How come you weren't 'fraid of him at that train station?" In hushed tones Dudley queried.

"He decided he only goes for normal folk." Harry dramatically paused and then added in a spooky voice. "Like you."

Dudley jumped up and accused. "Y-you're trying to care me and it's-s n-not working-g."

Harry decided to give Dudley some of Professor Dumbledore's medicine.

He gazed at Dudley calmly and quietly as if meditating. Often like Dumbledore's stares at Harry.

It unnerved Dudley a bit and Dudley demanded. "Why've you looking at me like that?"

"'Cause I see fear." Harry sagely replied.

Fed up of this strange treatment and confused Dudley stormed out muttering, "That cousin of mine's gone mental. More mental than mental. Mum was right, he's a freak."

Harry laughed inwardly at Dudley's idle mumbling.

He went to his room and was pleasantly surprised by two owls sitting on his bed holding letters and boxes, which he assumed were

Presents.

Harry approached the old owl Errol that belonged to Ron and a handsome fair one which he guessed were from Hermione.

After removing the packages and letters Harry led them to Hedwig's water bowl and they sipped it gratefully in Hedwig's empty cage since the snowy female owl was stretching her wings for a little round of flying.

The owls soon left and Harry read the letters:

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! It's me Ron! I hope the muggles aren't bothering you too much. Sorry if Errol looks dead and faints on you're bed, actually I'm not sure if he'll survive it too you and someone else may find him lying in a heap, but I'll still continue writing. Every one here (my family) wishes you a good birthday. We hope you like this present; it's from all of us.

Hermione probably has something too for you, we're going to get supplies soon, hope you can come. Ginny's here with me, she say's to tell you to see things on the bright side even if you're birthday is gloomy. It's pretty early right now.

George and Fred want to thank you again on the money for you-know-what. There shop is flourishing (big word, mate) and there making loads of money, enough to get us decent things. I'm proud of them and want to thank you mate for giving it to them that was un-selfish of you. It really was.

I know you really miss Sirius, we all miss him and I hope you're not hurting too bad ( you probably are). I'm really sorry, it must be hard losing people you care about, I almost lost Dad had it not been for you Harry. Wow I owe you tons. Any ways don't think about his death think about the happiness you felt with him.

A good sixteenth birthday. Cheers!

Yours,

Ron

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