A/N: Don't own Harry Potter, he's J.K. Rowling's.

A/N: Enjoy the next chapter! It is a bit weird at the end, but it was fun!

Chapter 2

Harry Potter woke up to moonlight streaming into his room from his open window. He looked at his clock, but found the red numbers were blured together. Harry grabbed his glasses from the night stand, and put them on. The little clock read: 1:14 a.m. Harry had one thought run through his mind: it's my birthday.

Indeed, it was July, 31st, the day that he was to take his Aparation test and to go to Grimmauld Place at…what time? Harry had forgotten the time, so he got up, walked to his desk with his bare feet sliding against the carpet. He picked up the letter he had that sat on top, and walked over to the moonlight. He had forgotten the time, for he had gotten the letter three days ago. He saw Lupin's handwriting, and a little of his own. He looked at the little note to himself: 5:00 p.m. He needed to be at Grimmauld Place at 5, which Harry hoped was after his Apparation Test.

Harry then looked out of his window, and up at the full moon. Poor Remus, Harry thought, he then turned to his bed. But before he did, he did a double take out of the window. He knew that they were owls; three of them. He stepped back…and one, then the second zoomed in and landed. One landed on his bed, one on Hedwig's cage and dropped the package onto the bed, and the other on the sill with a small wrapped parcel in its beak.

The one on his bed was black, with a letter in its beak. The one on Hedwigs' cage was the snowy owl herself. The last one was a brown, barn owl. Harry guessed that the black one was from the Ministry, but the brown one was unfamiliar.

Harry walked to the Ministry owl and grabbed the letter. The owl flew from the bed, making Harry's hair and clothes whirl, and over the owl on the sill to disappear into the moonlight. The letter was addressed to him, and it was closed purple, wax seal with an M.

Dear Mr. Potter,

The Ministry of Magic sends this letter in congratulations of reaching seventeen years of age. As you know, seventeen year olds are legal adults in the Wizarding world are able to take their Apparation test. Please come to the Ministry of Magic to take your Apparation test at 1 o'clock p.m. on July the 31st. We are awaiting your arrival.

Sincerely,

Catherine Caplini; Apparation Department

At least it's not at 5, thought Harry. Suddenly, after reading the letter, he became nervous and excited. Nervous, because he would have to find the Horcruxes now, and excited, because he could do magic outside of school. He then looked at his moonlit wand, which lay on his night stand. An evil grin appeared on his face at the thought of being able to terrorize the Dursley's before he leaves forever.

Harry then thought of never being in his room again. He was never very fond of his room, but some part of him was going to miss it, and the house, but defiantly not the Dursleys'…right? He didn't want to answer his question, so he dropped the letter on the bed and walked over to Hedwig. He stroked her white feathers, and then picked up the package. He noticed a letter tied to the brown box with a piece of string. He opened the letter and saw neat, curvy handwriting that could only belong to Hermione Granger.

Dear Prongs Jr.,

How are you? I hope you are in good spirits and are having a happy night on this joyous occasion. I have bought you this present because you could always use more joy in life, especially in these dark times. I have convinced it to be obedient; you will know what I mean later.

I will see you at Padfoot's place and we can talk freely there with our other friend.

With love, always,

Bookworm

Harry smiled widely at her code name. He and his friends would always send their letters with codes, and would always be vague in fear of being intercepted.

He took off the paper to find a little box, and opened the lid. A little golden thing shot out of the box and off to the left. Harry's smile widened; it was a Golden Snitch. Harry dropped the box and ran this way and that trying to catch it. He wanted to laugh with joy, but didn't, in fear of the Dursleys.

Harry then spotted his wand. He grabbed it, and whispered "Accio," and the ball zoomed into his hand. He grasped the cold ball and wished that he could thank Hermione. Harry then dropped his wand and placed the Snitch on his desk, where it stayed with its wings gently vibrating in place; now he knew what she meant by obedient.

Harry, still smiling, walked over to the brown owl, and grabbed the little parcel and letter. This one was written in a messy scrawl, as if the owl had written it.

Prongs Jr.,

Hope you're okay with your crazy family; not trying to lock you in a cupboard or anything weird, are they? Ha, Ha. Anyway, we're okay over here. I hope you like the little gift I got you. Well, the Troubled Two and I got you. Which reminds me, this is #1's owl, which he had gotten from his good-paying job. Don't be fooled with the gift, they can be a real bang! The Troubled Two made them especially for you. They could get you out of big trouble if you don't have a stick to whack people over the head with. Ha, Ha.

Anyway, I'll see you and Bookworm at Padfoot's.

From,

Chocolate Frogy

Ron has the weirdest name for himself…odd how it suits him, thought Harry with amusement. He looked at Fred / #1's owl, who was staring back at him with its wide, brown eyes. Harry opened the package to find…Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. Harry looked at them with amusement and suspicion. What did Ron mean by a 'bang'? Harry thought. He then noticed that they smelled a little like…gun powder. Harry laughed a little out loud. So if I don't have my wand, I through beans. This is priceless, Harry carefully laid them down on his desk, not wanting the house to blow up, next to his Snitch, which had its wings curled around its body.

Harry smiled at his presents, and climbed into bed. He could still get some sleep before he had to talk to the Dursleys.

A/N: I personally like the Beans; it just seemed like something Gred and Forge would do.

A/N: Hoped you liked it, and if you did, please tell me!

A/N: You could guess who the Troubled Two are, right?