Chapter 1
Happy Birthday
Private Drive was very quiet; people were in their homes, safe and asleep. The clock ticked midnight and Harry sat up on his bed. He was lying on it and was thinking about the tragedy that happened a couple of months ago, right in the middle of the ministry of magic. He couldn't sleep at all, his mind was buzzing with thoughts and memories he couldn't bare to remember. He opened his bedside lamp and took a book that was lying on the floor, Potions. He hated that subject, maybe he would have liked it, if the teacher wasn't a black haired, hook-nosed professor, who hated Harry beginning with his face that looks like his father, to the thunder-like scar on his forehead. He sighed deeply and headed to his closet throwing his book aside.
The closet was a catastrophe; he didn't have time to clean his room. He lifted his shirt from the floor and threw it into the closet. He went to the window and looked out of it at the deserted streets.
Then he looked at the sky, it was empty except for some birds, whispering in the trees nearby, trying to go to sleep, just like him, with no success. As he was about to turn and head back to his bed, he saw something flying in the sky. He thought it might be just some other bird, but it wasn't a bird, though it was covered in feathers. Harry didn't know what to do; it was heading towards the window. Then when it arrived, it flew swiftly inside, and Harry backed off towards the wall. It was a bird, a big one. It has the colors black and gold, and its tail was long and yellowish. And above its head, it had a golden mane. Harry was so confused; he has never seen anything like it. The bird was just sitting there, like it was expecting something. And then Harry saw it, tied to his leg, was a small, rapped parcel. Harry leaned forward and untied the parcel form its leg. It was light and Harry was eager to open it, he felt that it was something really good. His hand went towards the edge, and he was unwrapping the parcel. Inside, there was a small box and a note tied to it. He pulled the note and opened it:
I hope you like the gift, and I wish you a
Happy Birthday
I hope we will meet soon
IP
Harry was really confused. His birthday was just at this moment, who would have sent him a gift in the exact moment?
"IP" Harry whispered, "Who could it be?"
The thought was interrupted by the bird, which, as soon as Harry finished reading the note, flew into the night sky. Now, Harry noticed one large owl flying towards the window, and another one, much smaller than the first one, was flying next to it. Harry decided that he'll open the box as soon as he finishes with Ron and Hermione's gifts. The two owls landed on the bed and Harry took the two parcels form them. The first one that was brought by the large owl, was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
I hope you're doing great. I don't know if you got Ron's letter, but he invited
Me and you to his house. I hope you could come; it's going to be fun.
And I hope you like the gift.
Hermione
Harry was so happy about this news, that he sat looking at the letter, and then he put it aside and took his gift. She had brought him a book about the records of catching the Snitch in history. He knew Hermione well, and he knew that her gift would be of this sort, but he was happy nonetheless. He grabbed Ron's letter and read:
Dear Harry,
I hope you're ok with those relatives of yours.
I don't know if Hermione told you, but she and you are invited to come to
My home, mom said it's ok.
I hope you like my gift and I hope you're ok.
Ron
Harry opened the parcel and saw a pair of Quidditch gloves for hand protection. He felt really great at that moment that he forgot all about the mysterious letter he had previously. He put all of his stuff aside and went to sleep with a smile on his face.