Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter. Some characters are made up though.

Chapter Three

James's fifteenth birthday was four days after we left Hogwarts. I'll always remember that day; it truly was the best day of my life…actually maybe the second best.

Mrs. Potter, accompanied, by Charlie and Hairy, awoke me just before seven. I sat up hurriedly; she had never woke me before. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

Mrs. Potter just smiled, "No! Of course not. We were just about to go wake Jamie with some breakfast in bed. It's a silly family tradition." I nodded. James had told me about their little tradition, I thought it was cute.

"Presents!" Piped up little Charlie who still clutched on to her stuffed dragon for dear life.

Mrs. Potter picked up her daughter, "Yes we'll give him a few presents too!"

Soon I found myself standing around James's bed holding a small wrapped box that contained my gift for him. It was extremely awkward looking down at my best friend who lay tangled in his sheets wearing only pajama bottoms.

Suddenly, Mr. Potter threw himself onto his son's bed causing James to startle awake at the sudden change. When James finally realized what was going on he moaned. "Dad!" Mr. Potter laughed as he ruffled his now fifteen year old son. James pushed his dad's hand away and sat up, he smiled at his mum and sister, and then his eyes fell upon me. I blushed.

"H-happy birthday," I said handing him the small box.

James took it reluctantly, "You didn't have to get me anything," he said. I just smiled and nodded my head for him to open it. He ripped the red and gold paper off and slowly lifted the lid, when he did something zoomed out of the box. Charlie started to laugh. It flew around the room like a snitch till Mr. Potter caught it. It was a miniature James on a broomstick.

"Oh, just tap the head to turn 'em off," I said. Mr. Potter did so and handed the action figure to his son.

"Wow!" James exclaimed as he examined it. "It's amazing! It looks exactly like me."

I grinned. "It is you." James stumbled out of bed and hugged me.

"It really is amazing, thank you," he said as he pulled apart. I smiled again and tapped the head of the action figure that immediately flew out of James's hand into the air and started to circle Charlie's head.

After breakfast with the Potters, everyone quickly rushed to their own rooms to get ready; the rest of the day would be spent getting the house ready for the party.

So the day was spent cleaning the already clean house—thanks t o Dobby—and cooking. I volunteered myself to help Mrs. Potter with the cooking.

"You're such a sweet girl," she said before handing me an apron. "You'll need this in my kitchen." I smiled and took the apron.

Mrs. Potter and I had quite a ball cooking; which was unusual for me since I hate cooking. We laughed and talked about everything, mostly school though. She was like a best friend; she told me all about her past boyfriends before she and Mr. Potter started to date for real. "I hope you find someone as great as Harry is to me, you deserve it Ella. You're a wonderful person." I blushed as I beat eggs in a bowl.

When we finished, the two of us where covered head to toe in flour and other various materials we used to cook. "Do all muggles look like this after cooking a meal?" she asked looking down at herself.

I shook my head laughing. "I've been to plenty of muggle homes, and I don't remember any of them look like us." Mrs. Potter and I laughed even harder as Mr. Potter and James walked into the kitchen.

"What in the world did you two do?" Mr. Potter questioned as he looked at the messy counters and our flour covered faces.

"We should go wash up," Mrs. Potter managed to say between laughs.

When I had finished getting ready, I quickly descended the stairs and noticed there was already quite a bit of noise in the Living Room, and the party only just started a few minutes ago. James spotted me walking down the stairs, "Hey."

"Hey yourself," I said stepping off the last step next to him. He chuckled. "Just stay next to me at all times. Once everyone else gets here it's going to be crazy," he warned.

"More people are coming?" I asked amazed. The whole Living room was already packed. James nodded taking my elbow and leading me into the mess.

"Come on, my grandparents are dying to see you again."

So all night I stayed glued to James like we where stuck together at the hip. I met more of his family and their friends, who where all pleasant people. Some, however, where a bit strange, like a woman named Tonks who sat with the giggling children who looked up at her amazed as her hair turned purple, then blonde, then back to it's original color of pink. And then there was that extremely old man with the weird eye that continually spun around into the back of his head. But they where all very friendly and excited to meet her; "James talks about you all the time," some said. I just stood there blushing.

A few hours into the party, James led me outside to the garden just outside the backdoor. The sky was clear and a light summer's breeze blew by us as we walked the path.

After a few moments of silence, James finally spoke. "Thank you for the gift. It's amazing! I can't believe you did something like that for me."

I smiled and lightly punched his arm, it caught him off guard and he stumbled slightly.. "You're my best friend! What else would I give you?"

James ran his hand through his tousled hair. "Actually, there is one thing," he said slowly.

"What?" I said confused. James had told me he didn't want anything. "If you had just told me when I asked what you wanted I would have gotten you that instead."

"No, no." he said. "I love your gift." He stopped and faced me.

"Well th at's good." I said. "It took me a while to figure out all the charms I needed. Professor Va..." I was unable to finish my sentence. Something...or rather someone was touching my mouth. James had kissed me. He pulled away.

"You talk too much."

I blushed.

"Was that okay? Or are you mad now...?" I leaned in and kissed him back, just a small kiss like he did. "You talk to much too."

James laughed.

"We-uh, we should go back in," he said slowly.

I nodded and took his hand. Just before we entered the house I turned to him. "Happy birthday James."

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