The Gift

Molly Weasley opened the door quietly. Some light entered the dark room and in that light she could see Harry winding in the bed and beads of sweat trilling down on his face. "Poor child". She hesitated for a while but went over to Harry quietly and jolted his shoulder carefully. Harry turned around so that his back was turned to Molly. She didn't wish to scare Harry but… "…He needs food. I'll pull the curtains away and…"

"Rise and shine, it's a new day!"

As Molly pulled the curtains away Harry grunted. The sun shined in thru the windows and he had no chance to get back to sleep. Slightly frustrated he sat up and rested his back on the wall behind his bed. Opening his eyes he saw who had waked him up so brutally, it was Molly Weasley with a smile from ear to ear. Harry fought back another grunt.

"Good morning Mrs. Weasley, what's the occasion?"

"Occasion?"

"Yes, you're so happy"

"It doesn't have to be an occasion for that, sweaty". Molly's smile went over to a worrying look. "Harry, are you okay?" Molly saw Harry's confused expression. "I mean did you sleep well tonight?" Harry felt like he had been sleeping on a giant cactus, but smiled and said: "Just fine, none bad dreams about Voldemort". Molly flinched. Harry felt bad.

"Sorry Molly, shouldn't have said his name", he said looking down at his bare chest.

"It's quit all right, dear. Now get dressed, breakfast is waiting for you!"

Harry forced a smile on his face. "I'll come down in a minute"

Molly went out of the room leaving a weary Harry alone. He went back to his own thoughts, thinking about his dream. He closed his eyes and saw Voldemort's red eyes flash behind his eyelid. They were smiling in pure evil. Harry opened his eyes fast. "This isn't good".

Molly's breakfast tasted as good this day as it always does. Harry had been talking with Ron and Hermione about everything and nothing the hole day. One of the conclusions they had made was that Grimmauld place 12 looked quite nice after all these years of cleaning. Molly's work mostly though. Ron and Hermione had left for a little while ago saying they both had to go to the bathroom. Harry understood they had some other thoughts on their mind, but he didn't know whether they were dirty or just some odd doodad they were off to do. Either way he didn't mind being a little bit alone. But now his stomach longed for food, the clock was already five p.m.

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Harry went to the kitchen for some food and when he opened the door he was greeted with something that nearly gave him a heart attack. It was a loud roar made of many peoples.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"

The kitchen was filled with people. Harry was almost shocked to see how many people who still were alive. And it lightened up his spirits.

"Hello", Harry said to all the people smiling to him.

"And now the presents!" Ron handed over a quite large package to Harry.

"From me an' 'Mione".

Harry squeezed the present. And started to open it slowly.

"Oh come on Harry". Ron couldn't hide his enthusiasm.

Harry speeded up and found a new box inside the box. Harry looked up at Ron and saw his grinning face.

"You think you're clever now?"

"Well…Yeah", Ron admitted.

Harry opened the box, and not to his surprise he found another one. But in the next box there were some small figures made of marble.

"Here is the chess-table; it was too big to pack". Hermione showed Harry a marble-table.

"Thank you".

Harry looked at the table it was really nice. Then he looked at his to friends who were holding around each other.

"You know I'm not too happy about wizard chess, but it was the first thing we did together, while finding the sorceress stone.

"It's brilliant, Hermione".

Hermione got a satisfied look on her face. Ron jumped out of her arms.

"Now, lets play!"

"No, there are more presents". Remus gave his present to Harry. This one was smaller than Ron and Hermione's gift. Harry was absolutely gobsmakced when the paper was ripped of entirely; he looked down at his own golden snitch. He let it fly and right before it flew away he caught it. His seeker talents weren't all gone.

"Thank you Remus"

Remus smiled fatherly back at Harry.

"Wait a minute one more present". Remus said while he was smiling to Tonks, who held his hand in hers.

"Oh, well ok!" Harry grinned; he already knew what it was.

The werewolf handed over a small present. Harry opened it, and he saw exactly what he had thought it was. Harry was a polite boy so he acted like he was surprised.

"Oh, come on Harry we all know you gave the last one to Dobby". Tonks said with a grin on her face.

"Despite all your effort to convince me you still had it, I couldn't help noticing Dobby wear it with such pride". Remus said, making Harry blush.

"And you can't say he didn't brag about it". Hermione said.

She had sneaked away every time the houself came into the same room as her self. So she didn't have to hear the long speech of bragging from him (Despite her efforts in her days at Hogwarts with S.P.E.W.).

"Look at my arm! You will NEVER guess who I got it from, I got it from the great wizard Harry Potter". Ron said with a very bright voice and showing off his left wrist. The room burst into laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny Ronald. Now it is time for cake!" Molly called out.

Remus and Mr. Weasley came out with an enormous cake. On the top it said; "Harry Potter now also of age pursuant of muggle laws!!"

"Arthur thought it would be a bit funny", Mrs. Weasley explained.

"I'm right; you are of age at 18 according to muggle-laws?" Mr Weasley asked with a childish look on his face.

"Yes, I am".

"Blow out the candles and make a wish", Hermione said.

18 candles Harry counted. "Here it goes!" Harry blew out all of the candles in one breath.

"Now what did you wish for?" Tonks asked

"If I told you that it won't come true".

"Fair enough".

"What else to wish for than the hope of this war to be won and over" Harry thought for him self.

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The cake tasted wonderful. But now he needed to get out and be alone.

"Harry!"

Who were he kidding people is everywhere.

"Yes?"

"I found this, it's from…Luna"

Harry looked at the gift Hermione hold in front of her. He felt his eyes were burning. But he didn't want to let the tears float all over his face right now.

"Well… I found it in…. her room". She wasn't so sure how Harry would react when he found out that she had been in Luna's room.

Harry had the feeling that he wanted to scream at her. Hermione noticed his anger boiling inside of him. And her head started spinning for an excuse.

"I know I shouldn't have done it. Sorry Harry".

For a moment none of them said anything. Harry stared at her, telling with his eyes what he felt about her being in Luna's room

"Just don't touch anything else there, leave the room alone".

Hermione had the urged to say something in her defence, but kept quiet.

"May you leave me alone?" Harry tried to say it gently but it came out cold and rude. Hermione's eyes were getting clearer, she cleaned her throat and said:

"Of course".

Hermione turned her back to Harry and wiped away a tear, she saw Ron waiting for her.

"How did he take it?"

"Not well…" She looked back and saw how ruined Harry was.

"I don't think there is much we can do". Ron said when he saw that she was scared for Harry. He loved his girl and he loved his friend, but somehow he knew there wasn't much he could do. He know how devastated and broken he would be if he lost Hermione. Now Harry had lost his 'Hermione'.

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Harry opened the present when Hermione was out of sight. It was a necklace. If he had gotten it while Luna still was alive he would have thought it was girlish, but now that she was gone it was beautiful. On the backside it said: "Yours forever". He held the necklace tight in his hand. Tears were streaming down his face. And it felt like his heart had a big hole filled with nothing but anger and loss. He looked closer, it said something more; " Yours forever. I will always be your pink little pygmy puff ". Harry smiled, it was just a little cracked up smile. Only Luna would engrave such a thing down on a necklace to her boyfriend. Any other girl would say they 'loved him like vine, growing better by the day' or something else. He read the words 'yours forever' which were sensible if she still were alive.

"A little late for that", he whispered to him self.

She would never be his forever. He put on the necklace gave it a kiss and placed it under his shirt, close to his heart.