A/N: I'm baack threatening music plays in the background, so, here's to all3 people who reviewed, they are;
Kutekelcie, AKA Kazz: thanx for the review, sorry for the cliffy, but if I had written anymore, than the chapter never would've ended, so I'll keep writing if you keep reviewing. Lol.
Kyree24: Thanx, I thought it was really short so this one's longer, I'm glad you liked it
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He rolled over and saw…
Three owls were flying over his head and onto Hedwig's cage. One of them was Hedwig herself; the others were Pig, and one of the official school owls. They each came with letters and packages attached to their legs; he opened the one that Hedwig had brought first. It was from Hermione, he could recognize her handwriting anywhere:
Harry-
Happy birthday! I miss you soooo much! I can't tell you much, but Ron and I are back where we were staying last summer, and we're not up to much except that we are still cleaning the place, it's horrible in the attic. How are you, I mean, really tell me the truth. Nobody blames you for what happened at the end of last year, and we all wish you were here, Snuffles left everything of his to you, including where we are staying. Write back ASAP.
Love Always,
Hermione
He saw with astonishment that there were tear stained places on the paper that were not there when he had first opened the letter. He was feeling truly guilty about last year, and that they were all staying there together really made him feel worse, despite the fact that he knew it was for the best, and he didn't know if he could handle going back to Grimmauld Place right now. Then he looked back at the part where she asked him how he was. How was he really? He didn't know how to put into words all of the grief and sorrow and guilt he was feeling right then, so he turned to Ron's letter:
Harry-
Happy Birthday Harry! We all miss you loads, and me & Hermione ask if you come here almost everyday, though, now that I think about it, maybe he's right in not letting you come, I don't think I would want to if I were you, but you might be able to come and play chess soon, the only people who I have to play with here are Hermione and Ginny, and they aren't very good. So, have a good holiday.
-Ron
Harry smiled slightly when he read the chess part, he knew for a fact that Ginny was better than Hermione, and not too much worse than Ron himself, but he knew Ron was just saying that to brag.
He turned to Hermione's present; it looked like a book, and felt like one to on the outside. He opened it warily, he hadn't forgotten the biting book that Hagrid had sent him, but what he saw when he opened it almost made him cry again (stupid hormones he thought), it was a photo album not unlike the one he had of his parents, though this one was crammed with pictures of Sirius, Ron, Hermione, and himself that had been taken throughout the years. He smiled in spite of himself, thinking that it was considerate of Hermione to give him that, especially now.
He now turned to the package that Ron had sent him, still ignoring Pig's incessant fluttering above his head. "Wow," he whispered softly when he destroyed the oddly shaped paper surrounding his first ever electric guitar. It was black, with blue fire on the front and the strap was gold with silver spike-things on the outside. He plucked a few chords that he had become skilled at last year during the holidays.
He finally looked over at the school owl that was waiting good-naturedly for Harry to get to him. The first letter was from Hagrid, he was sure of it by the writing on the front:
Harry-
Happy birthday! So Harry, how's things? How're your aunt & uncle treatin' you? If we hear about so much has a paper cut from them then we won't hesitate to come and teach them a lesson, you remember that now. Have a good rest of the summer.
Hagrid
Harry smiled at the thought of Hagrid coming storming into his house, just because of a stupid paper cut. He then turned to his next gift, sure enough; it was a load of rock cakes made by Hagrid himself. Harry threw those away quickly.
He looked one last time at all of his cards lined up on his bedside table, then he put his glasses next to them and closed his eyes, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
A/N: Wow, that chapter was a lot longer, so keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing, Vale! (bye in Latin)
