A/N: Yes, yes, yes I know I'm horrible. I'm a terrible procrastinator and even then this chapter took forever to write. Sorry again, just read and review.

"Harry? Harry where are you?" a concerned voice called out in the distance. Ten-year-old Harry Potter rolled his eyes but turned around and picked up his skateboard anyway. Tomorrow was going to be his eleventh birthday and, according to his godfather, it was going to be the best one he had ever had. But he didn't believe it. All his other birthdays had been the same.

They were all like any other day only with a cake.

Harry didn't blame Sirius however. He knew his godfather was trying. He appreciated it all, but knew that Sirius was having a hard time. He knew that Sirius had rescued him after his parents had been killed by an evil wizard and that it was the best thing he could think of to do because he knew what would've happened to him if he hadn't.

Harry still got nightmares just thinking of all the terrible stories Sirius told him of his only living blood relatives, the Dursleys. Sirius told him that his Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister and that she married a man named Vernon and had his cousin Dudley. Sirius remembered Lily telling him and his father all kinds of horrible stories about Petunia. When Sirius had gotten word of where Harry was about to go after his parents deaths, he intervened before a man named Hagrid had gotten to him.

He remained forever grateful to him, but still got the lonely feeling. Whenever they weren't running around and they got a day to themselves Sirius was always inside worrying about trackers and whether or not they were spotted or not and told Harry to go out and meet some new people or go out and play or something.

But that didn't mean that they never did anything together. After all, Sirius was the one who taught Harry to skateboard and bought him his first one two years ago. He had said that it was a favored Muggle pastime and that he had found it rather enjoyable as a kid.

There were more things. Sirius had given Harry a proper education for a young wizard boy that wasn't yet old enough to attend Hogwarts. He had taught him the use of a wand and had bought him a toy wand when he was a toddler that emitted little ribbon sparks and tiny animals such as a frog and a squirrel. Even though he was about to turn eleven and start Hogwarts in September, he still kept his toy wand and still waved it around whenever he was bored or needed another companion.

As Harry approached the house they were currently staying at he saw Sirius sitting on the porch swing, looking out into the sky. Harry saw this as odd since Sirius preferred the inside to a house. "It's more safe this way," he would say whenever his godson would beg him to go outside and play with him.

"Sirius, what are you doing?" Harry asked as he put his skateboard down and joined his godfather on the swing.

"Enjoying life with you while I still can," he replied simply, his eyes fixed on the sky.

Harry turned his attention to the sky as well, trying to figure out what transfixed him so much.

"What are you talking about?" he finally asked.

Sirius smiled, then turned to Harry. "I mean your eleventh birthday is tomorrow. You know what that means. You're finally old enough to attend Hogwarts and I won't be able to see you for one whole school year," he explained sadly.

"I'll be able to see you during holidays like Christmas," Harry offered but it didn't look like it did Sirius any good.

"Everything will be different you know. It seems like only yesterday that you were a baby and I picked you up out of all that rubble. Now you'll be getting a proper education and will probably become the finest wizard I ever knew," Sirius said.

Harry smiled. "Can we go inside now? I'm getting hungry."

"Yes we can. I made steaks. Are you up for a steak?"

"Yeah." Harry smiled and went inside the house with Sirius to eat his dinner.

The letter came the following day. "Wake up Harry! It's your birthday and I have an early birthday present for you!" Harry heard his godfather say. He stirred and reached for his glasses. When his vision became clear he saw a beaming Sirius holding an envelope addressed to him in emerald green ink.

Mr. H. Potter

The Last Room On The Left

21 Augustus Street

London

"What is this? Is this the letter?" Harry asked as he stared at the address. It was so specific that he couldn't think of what else it could be.

"You bet. Take a look inside!" he exclaimed and put the letter in his hand. He tore the envelope and took out two pieces of parchment the first of which looked to be a letter.

Sirius watched happily as Harry read the letter, his expression remaining the same. When he was finished he looked into his godfather's eyes. "So it's official, is it? I'm finally officially accepted in Hogwarts," he said, giving Sirius a half smile.

"Yes. I knew it would come soon. I daresay we'll have to go into town today and buy your school supplies!"

"Today? But it's my birthday," Harry moaned, disappointed.

"But Harry, I thought you'd be thrilled! I thought you'd want to go to Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies today. I thought it would be nice for you to buy your first real wand on your birthday," Sirius explained.

Harry hesitated. He didn't want to let Sirius down even more but at the same time he didn't really want to buy school supplies on his birthday. He wanted to enjoy the time he had left with his godfather, and told him as much.

"Alright. We'll go into Diagon Alley tomorrow."

Harry changed and went downstairs to a spectacular breakfast, one of which even he couldn't possibly have imagined. "Did you cook all this yourself?" he asked in amazement.

"Yes, I did. With a little help of course," he said and pointed to a small brown house elf that was standing by the kitchen table.

"Where did you get a house elf?" Harry asked as he sat down.

"He belongs to the owners of this house. He said he'd be glad to serve us as long as he lived here while his previous owners were out, didn't you Willy?"

"Yes Willy did, Sir," the house elf squeaked.

Harry laughed and took a bite out of his eggs. "These are good."

"Well they should be. I made those!" Sirius said proudly. They ate their breakfast happily, thoughts of school pushed to the back of their minds.

After breakfast they went out to London. "We're just going to be regular Muggles and do ordinary muggle activities. I don't want us thinking about the wizarding world once today. Today is our day," Sirius explained. Harry smiled and nodded.

First they went to a movie. Harry didn't know what it was but enjoyed it nonetheless. Then they went to the zoo and then to a fancy muggle restaurant where they ordered the most expensive things they could find and did their best paying, using the excuse that they were foreigners that weren't used to English money.

After that they spent some time at a park and took turns skateboarding down the sidewalk. They ended the day going back to the house and Harry spent some time in his room looking over the supply list while Sirius and Willy cooked a huge birthday dinner and wrapping his presents.

"Harry!" Sirius' voice came a few hours later. Harry snapped out of his daydream and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"I made all your favorites!" Sirius told him as Harry sat down. Spaghetti, garlic bread, and chocolate éclairs greeted him this time.

"Dig in!" Sirius exclaimed.

They ate in silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was a nice silence that made Harry feel like he was right at home.

Which made thinking of Hogwarts even worse. It would be a totally different environment with people he didn't know and he wouldn't even be able to go home. It was a boarding school.

"Are you okay? You look a little anxious," Sirius said after swallowing some spaghetti.

"I'm not. I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"About all that has happened today. I think this was the best birthday of all," he said.

"Well, you haven't even opened your presents yet." Sirius got up and picked up two parcels and put them on the table.

"What is this?" Harry asked as he picked up the first.

He unwrapped his first present, which was a book on Potions. "This was your mother's. It was her favorite book. We all wondered how she was so good at potions, and this was how we found out. She would've wanted you to have it," Sirius explained. "Open it up," he continued.

Harry did so and found a small locket. Inscribed on the front was 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!' and on the inside were pictures of James and Lily on either side.

"They got this made the day you were born. They gave it to me to give to you one day just in case they…"

"I know Sirius," Harry said and put the locket on top of the book.

He opened the bigger present with more enthusiasm just because he was more curious as to what was in it.

His mouth hung open with shock as he picked up a broomstick. "It's a Nimbus Two Thousand. Brand new. I think I was the first person to buy one. Your father had a knack for Quidditch. I don't doubt for a minute that you inherited his amazing talent. And I also don't doubt that you'll make your house team," Sirius explained.

"You never told me all this stuff about my parents before. Why are you now?" Harry wondered.

"I just figured the time was right is all. Why don't you go outside and see what that thing can do?" Sirius suggested.

"Okay!" Harry exclaimed and ran outside to test it.

It wasn't long before he was doing all kinds of tricks that would've given James a run for his money. Sirius took advantage of this and threw rocks into the air while Harry did his best at catching them. He wasn't that bad either.

They continued this until dark when Sirius called him inside. "I hope you had a good birthday Harry. Tomorrow we'll go into Diagon Alley to get your supplies, so you might want to go to bed a little early. Okay?" Sirius asked.

"Okay. And thanks for everything. Really," Harry said as he went upstairs.

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