Edited 22/03/2016: Added some more lines.

30th of July 1985

Albus Dumbledore glanced at his pocket watch as he finished the ribbon bow on the box he was wrapping; it was a very enjoyable activity for him, engaging is such a mundane activity without using magic. Most would have been shocked to see the Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont, Supreme Wugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sitting on the floor of a comfortably furnished room surrounded by sheets of wrapping paper, lengths of ribbon, used rolls of spello-tape, and a small pile of brightly wrapped boxes to his side.

He let out a small groan as he stood up and carried the boxes towards a small coffee table, before sitting in a comfortable overstuffed arm chair covered in moving images of Fairey Swordfish. It had been a tiring week, when the ships had overheard his plans, national, branch, and personal pride had resulted in the mighty vessels breaking into camps to decide who would have the honour to take part in the first phase of the great operation as they referred to it.

The resulting competition had been fierce and lasted for over a week; Albus hadn't had as much to clean up in the warehouse since the ships had finally been convinced that bowling with torpedoes and depth charges on a carrier's flight deck wasn't a very good idea, unfortunately he still hadn't been able to convince them not to take part in skeet shooting with planes yet, though that did keep the magical branch of Rolls Royce happy with his continuous orders of new planes, his own personal investment in the company also stopped the orders from affecting his own vault to a large degree.

The various events the ships took part in included a skeet shooting competition, an obstacle course and a five day mock naval battle in the North Sea, that had Albus working constantly to keep hidden from any muggle or wizard observers.

Eventually the competition had ended and several ships had been chosen to take part in Operation Home Grown Admiral as they called it, finally giving Albus the opportunity to finish the preparations of young Harry's upcoming birthday gift.

With seven packages prepared Albus waved his wand one last time and the boxes proceeded to glow a bright blue before settling on the table waiting for the final trigger which would be prepared by Harry himself.

Albus walked out into the warehouse proper its roof folded away and the great doors open allowing a view of the night sky and the moonlit waters where several carriers and battleships were lazily cruising, while destroyers and light cruisers sped around them zipping in and out of the larger vessels paths, many of the ships were returning to their moorings for the night. Well his announcement would most likely delay any ideas of rest the ships had for several hours. Albus almost swore and closed his eyes as he was suddenly illuminated by a searchlight, the bright light almost blinding him, if not for the enchantments on his glasses he would have been blinded, as it was he still had trouble seeing with it focused directly on him. Placing his wand to his throat and casting non-verbal Sonorus Albus said 'would you please stop that my dear, it's making it hard to see, as much as you're trying to help by illuminating my path, I have walked it many times before, and I dare say I shall walk it a many great times more' his calm voice carried as it always did and boosted by the Sonorus charm he was sure every nearby ship had heard him.

Before the last echo of his voice fell silent the ships had apparently stopped moving most slowly coasting to a halt, while a few took the time to cruise into their moorings for the night. Albus stepped up onto a catwalk above the ramp leading into the water, lights blinking to life as he approached them and fading away to darkness as he passed, when he reached the centre of the catwalk and turned to face the fleet of vessels, he could see he had their undivided attention all of them lined up in rows or at their moorings.

'I have finished wrapping the gifts and turned them into portkeys that will activate when the birthday boy wakes up, I hope and I know all you do as well that he enjoys these gifts we have prepared for him and I wonder which I you will be chosen in upcoming years to take part as some of you have for this birthday. And now I ask you to join me as we wish young mister Potter a very happy birthday and many more to come' Albus countered the sonorus with a quietus, a great cacophony of noise blasted across the harbour as ships let loose with their horns, and Albus watched as the sky was filled with a variety shells and rockets as the ships created their own improvised fireworks display for Harrys birthday, though the boy couldn't see it, it was the thought behind the act that mattered most.

Albus left the ships to their own devises, and disapparated to his home with a quiet 'Happy birthday Harry Potter' he would clean up the mess made by the ships tomorrow.

AN: A second chapter most of this was written in a single day, finding the motivation to write was the hard bit.

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