Birthday

Harry Potter sat up in his bedroom thinking of what he would be doing if he was in the wizarding world on the day of his birthday. There would be cake…with exploding candles, and…presents from all the Weasleys, and-

"Boy!"

Harry's thoughts were interrupted. He got up as quickly as he could.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" he asked tripping over the stairs.

"We'll be going away for the weekend. Now I do not wish to leave you here by yourself but there is no one to take you. I also do not want to leave you with your freaky little friends, therefore you will stay here."

Harry nodded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A whole weekend alone at home, without the Dursleys?

"There is a full supply of food left don't eat it all. Don't let anyone in the house, and no…you-know-what."

"Yes, sir."

With that Harry's remaining relatives left. Harry stared out the window and watched as the family car left the driveway and leapt into the air with excitement.

"YES!" he screamed.

He ran over to the phone and called one his closest living friends: Colin Creevey. Harry and Colin had become close friends since Colin had stopped by to sell some chocolates. Everyday Colin came over to see Harry.

"Who is this hoodlum coming over all the time?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"Oh I don't know, just some kid that lives around here you know."

And after spending so much time with Colin he found out he wasn't very annoying at all. Of course it took about two months to realize that. Before then Harry tended to talk down to him, as you do to a kid a year and a-half younger than you. Harry began to play guitar mainly because of Colin. Harry went over to Colin's one day and he told Harry he had just gotten a guitar. Everyday Harry and Colin listened to old Fats Domino, Elvis Presley, and Carl Perkins, records, and jammed together.

That's how Harry Potter and Colin Creevey became friends.

"Hello"

"Hey Colin! It's me Harry!"

"Oh hey Harry. What's up?"

"Colin! The Dursley's they're gone!"

"What?"

"Just for the weekend though! Can you come over?"

"Harry that's great! I can't though. My great Aunt Mimi is over. Tomorrow though."

"Really? Great! I'll see you then."

Harry hung up the phone and started running down the stairs into the kitchen singing 'Happy Birthday' to himself. Reaching the refrigerator he took out all the junk food, and sodas. He ran to the cabinets and grabbed some chips and cookies and ran back upstairs.

Just as he reached the first step he dropped everything.

"Dangit!" he yelled. He tried to pick up everything but he then had an idea. He pulled out his wand and levitated it to his room.

It's not like I'm going to get in trouble he thought. 7th years can do magic and the Dursleys are gone. I have to make the best of all this.

Once he dropped of all his food Harry glanced at Dudley's bedroom. He smiled.

This weekend…it's all mine.

He walked over to the door and pushed it open.

There it was.

Dudley's guitar. This weekend "Harry's guitar".

He picked it up and ran his down its neck. He grabbed the guitar, the amplifier and put a pick in his mouth and walked to his room.

For hours the sound of a guitar could be heard coming from #4 Privet Dr. Until halfway through the night it stopped.

And the boy with the lightning bolt scar fell asleep.