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Sorry for the long wait. But i have been writing exams these past two week and had some internet issues with my laptop. But anyway, i finished my last exam today and so i am unoffically on December holiday (We dont go to school until we fetch our reports. Then i am offically on holiday).

So, this is actually a chapter that wasnnt supposed to be a chapter. I have about six drafts of the on that had to actually be Chapter 16 but that was ready and i am struggling to write it (hint:reviews help). It is actually the Meeting the Whole Family scene, but it just didnt fit so i wrote this instead. I felt that it needed more flavour, not really happy with it seeing as i am out of practice and I have only had 3 hours sleep in the last 42 hours seeing as i was up until 1:27 am studying for EMS and then woke up at 4:00 am again to study... So the question is should i or should not go sleep? hmm... Well, the time is exacty 11:54 PM..

But i was going through all your reviews and was like, " Screw this! They waiting for you to update." And now i am! :D! So do not fear.

Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter, who have read this story, favourited, alerted ect.

You guys are the bomb! Absolutely AWWWWEEEESSSSOOOOOMMMMMMMEEE EE! But i am sure you all alreadyknow that... duH! bUT DONT TURN ALL James Potter on me, okay?

Here you are!

Poke.

I ignored it.

Poke.

I frowned, but decided to not pay attention.

Poke.

Screw not paying attention. I swatted the annoying thing away before it made contact with my face again. I smiled a little bit at my victory and rolled over to fall into the dream realm again. I let out a sigh of content…

Poke.

My eyes flashed open as I turned around throwing a fist at whoever was trying to wake me. Now I should tell you that it is always best to see who it is before throwing a punch, but come on! A person poking your face while you are sleeping, not the serial killer kind of weird, but still, weird.

So as I threw a punch at the shadow beside my bed, the idea that that it might or might not even be a person did not come to mind. And so my hand collided painfully with the all-too-fancy head board. I bit my lip as a scream started to form at the back of my throat and clutched my hand. The light switched on and filled every corner of the room. No shadows, nothing. Except the shadow of a person in front of me who seemed to be having a laughing fit.

"James! What the hell are you doing in here?" I exclaimed. I think we all know how I didn't say the word 'hell' though.

He didn't answer but rather carried on laughing, if not harder.

I puffed out my cheeks, knowing that I probably looked like some crazed goose with a mop of messed up hair.

I slapped his shoulder, with the good hand, don't worry morning stupidity hasn't taken over… Yet, anyway.

"Tell me or else I will turn around and fall asleep this instance." I threatened. Definitely not in the mood for nonsense.

Whatever the reason for him waking me up at who –knows- what hour of the morning it must have been pretty serious seeing as he stopped laughing and became sober and I, who has only known him for a short amount of time, even knew that that was hard and painful for him.

"No, you can't."He stated.

I raised my eyebrow, " And why is that?"

" It's dads birthday." He said.

I looked at him in disbelief. You have got to be kidding me.

" Be that as it may, I highly doubt he would enjoy being woken up at," I glanced around, in dire need of a clock.

" Two- thirty."
I sputtered, " Two-thirty in the morning for birthday wishes."

And then he probably did the cheekiest thing ever.

He looked at me as if I was the stupid one.

"Now, why on earth would I wake him up at two-thirty in the morning to wish him happy birthday?"
He said.

I glared at him, "You just said-"

" Well, you didn't let me finish explaining." He countered.

I paused for a second, trying to remember, but ended up shrugging. Can you blame me, it is two-thirty in the morning and I never did claim to be a morning person.

I sighed in defeat, "Okay. Then why are you here?"

"I live here." He said grinning.

I let out a sigh of exhaustion. Screw his mind games! I want another four hours sleep.

"Fine, night." I started turning around, but he grabbed hold of my wrist to stop me.

"No. Please?" He begged, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

" Wow, " I said, " I didn't know 'Please' was in your colorful vocabulary. Impressive."
He shook his head as if the very word was a curse to his mischievous efforts to cause as much trouble as he possibly can.

" It's not. As far as other people are concerned, I can hardly pronounce it." He shuddered, but I knew it was a joke and chuckled.

"So will you help me?" He asked.

"You didn't tell me with what." I said.

He frowned, thinking, "Oh yes!" He looked at me and paused, "I want to bake dad a cake."
Oh help me!

I looked at him, "Have you ever baked a cake before?"

He grinned, " Nope."
I pursed my lips, " And you are going to attempt your first cake on your dads birthday?"

His grin widened, " That's the plan."

"Not a good one." I murmured.

He clutched his heart , " It is a brilliant one! Absolutely genius."

I messaged my temples.

" And you won't let me sleep anyway?" I asked.

He grinned, " Nope."

"What if I punch you?" I asked.

" Well ,if it was anything like the first one, I have nothing to worry about then." He teased.

"It was dark!" I cried.

He shook his head, black curls dancing around the edge of his face.

"So, you in?" He asked enthusiastically.

I couldn't help the smile that placed itself on my lips.

I stood up and yawned, "Well, with a persistent little bugger like you."
He grinned, "Oh but you love me."
I looked at him, "I never said that."
"Didn't have to." He shrugged.
"Good, cause I didn't." I stuck my tongue out and looked down at my pajamas, " And I don't care what you say, but I am wearing my pajamas."

He winked at me, "Slumber party."
I rolled my eyes and stretched, "Are we doing it alone?"
" Nope. We still have to wake up the others." He replied.

"And you woke me up first. Why?" I asked.

"Because I thought you would be the easiest." He answered, " Never in my life have I been so wrong."
I laughed, " You go wake up Albus."

He grinned and strolled out the door. I did a couple more stretches then followed him out. I walked, more like maneuvered, down the passage and to where I knew Lily's room was. I turned the doorknob slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible, and tip toed into the dark room.

"James get out." A grumpy voice came from the corner.

I jumped three feet in the air. So how's that for being quiet?
"Um… It's Aurora." I whispered and don't ask me why.

"Aurora?" I heard say a shadow sit up in the corner.

"We planning something for Mr. Potter." I said, and no this time I did not whisper it.

"What?" She croaked.

" Well, we baking a cake." I said with fake enthusiasm.

" I've never baked a cake before." She said.

I should have known then that it wasn't going to turn out right, but I am just going to blame it on morning stupidity.

" So, you in?" I asked.

She sighed, " It's James idea, isn't it?"

I could feel the dread in the room as we all understood the seriousness of doing a 'James plan'.

"Yupp." I groaned.

I should have said no when he asked me. I really, really should of.

"And he is not going to let us sleep unless you join in, is he?" She asked and even I could detect a bit of fear in the question she asked.

"Yes." Was all I could say.

A loud sigh came from both our mouths followed by the noise made by the springs in the mattress as she stood up.

I walked out the door, feeling uncomfortable with the darkness.

We both walked down to the kitchen in silence and met the boys who were already there.

"Morning."I greeted a bleary, bespectacled Albus.

He smiled , "Wow! It's been a long time."

I grinned, " What? Four hours?"

He shrugged, " More or less"

I laughed, I had left him only four hours ago and now here we are meeting again.

James interrupted us, "Welcome to James' Kitchen of miracles."

Albus coughed, "I see this as more of a disaster."
I couldn't help but nod a long to that.

"What about us?" Lily demanded.

James glared, obviously unhappy with the interruptions, "I am getting to that."

He cleared his throat and stretched his arms out wide and welcoming. My bed was welcoming.

" And here with me are my three accomplices-" He stared.

I interrupted him, " If we are your accomplices, who are you talking to then?"

He frowned, getting irritated.

Albus nodded next to me, "I mean honestly, a little scary if he talks to people who are not there. "

Lily grinned, " Pretty creepy."

James pouted, " Oh ,shut it."

We all laughed.

" Anyway," James said loudly, " We are going to bake a chocolate cake."
He pulled out a thick leather book from the cupboard and scanned through it, we all waited for him to finish so that he could tell us what to do and be back in our beds by four.

He read through the whole thing, giving us a 'hmm' here and a 'ohh' there.

Once he was finished he nodded and mumbled, "Okay."

We looked at him, waiting him to elaborate on it.

"Well?" Albus asked.

James seemed to snap out of it, "Oh."

We waited again.

"And?" Lily asked.

" I think I understand it." Was all he said.

Oh joy!

"You didn't read it through before you woke us up?" I asked.

" Of course I did. I read the name." He grinned, " Delicious."

We all sighed and moved over to the book, and spent the next five minutes reading and getting all the ingredients.

Lily had taken to reading the things out well we do all the practical work.

"First preheat oven on 160 degrees." She ordered.

We all gathered around the oven, pressing and turning knobs trying to figure out how it worked. After three burnt fingers and a whole fifteen minute argument of "No, you touch it" between Albus and James, we figured it out.

"Check." I reported back to Lily.

"Next you take a third of a cup of sift flour and put it in a big bowl." She read the next line.

We all looked at the plain flour on the table before us.

"Sift?" We all asked.

Lily looked down at the paper and up again.

" Sift." She clarified.

We all rushed to the book and read it. True, it did say sift and everyone was left thinking about what that could have meant, while Lily mumbled about us not believing in her or having faith in her reading skills.

"It could only be one thing." James said gravely, "It's a spelling mistake."
We all looked around and said a long 'oh' as it seemed to have started making sense.

"But then what's the real word?" I asked and silence came over us once again.

I looked at the word and then it hit me.

"It could mean 'shift'." I suggested.

They looked at me then at the book.

" It doesn't say how much or to what side." Albus noticed.

I shrugged, "Maybe it doesn't matter."

James picked up the packet and moved it a few spaces to the left.

We all looked at the packet with anticipation, but nothing happened.

" Maybe a little bit more." I wondered.

He moved it again.

Nothing happened.

" Maybe to the right this time." Albus offered.

James moved it to the right.

" More" I said.

James moved it a little bit more.

Still no difference.

" I am sure it will be fine." I hoped.

" Now pour it into the bowl." Lily instructed.

We opened the bag and little bits of white powder flew into the air. We all bent over to see what it was.

"Wow." We all said.

It was so white and soft looking that everyone reached out to touch it and yes ,what started as a touch, ended up as a full blown fight. We were covered from top to bottom in it and though it looks nice, it does not taste all that lovely.

So there we where , spluttering likes idiots, trying to get the flour out of our mouths.

I went to go fetch us some water while the boys cracked the eggs. I handed it to everyone and then leaned over the mixture for the cake.

" Guys I don't think this is right." I said eyeing it suspiciously.

" It's going to be fine." Albus and James said confidently.

I have never baked a cake, I think, but I can tell you lumpy is not really how it is supposed to look.

I saw something floating towards the edge of the bowl; I bent forward to see what it was.

"Guys, what did you do with the eggshells?" I asked, not taking my eyes of the mysterious floating material.

"It's in there, why?" Albus said.

I slapped my forehead. Come on! Even I knew that.

" You guys weren't supposed to put the shells in too." I said.

"It said 'crack three eggs'." James argued.

I looked next to the bowl where a hammer was laying, covered in the watery and lumpy mixture.

"Really? You used a hammer?" I held up the hammer.

They grinned, " What we weren't going to do it half."

I sighed, boys. Placing the hammer down I turned to Lily who gave the following instructions. Everything went relatively well, I think. We placed the cake inside and cleaned the kitchen, well attempted.

Basically it ended up with everyone running around the kitchen, dodging the flour that was flying through the air… again. I guess you could say we never learn.

After fifty minutes we took out the cake, a little late, and to our horror found that there was a whole in the middle.

" What!" We all exclaimed.

"How?" Was the next question that we all asked and could not answer.

I looked at the clock and my stomach dropped.

"They're going to get up in ten minutes." I gasped.

They all turned to face the clock and a series of swear words echoed through the kitchen.

James turned to us, " Now this is what we are going to do. Al and I are going to look for something to put in the middle, we can then just stick the crumbs on top with icing, which you two girls will do."

" But they can't eat-" Lily started.

" The thought that counts, right?" He asked.

I nodded, " His right. Now let's move."

And so we rushed around. The boys ran out the kitchen and could be heard going up the stairs and Lily and I rushed around the kitchen, gathering up all our ingredients. We raced around each other, adding things here and there. Were we sure if it was evens edible? Nope, not at all.

The boys came in just as we finished with the icing; both were laughing their heads off about something.

"Did you guys find something?" I asked.

This seemed too have brought about a new round of laughter.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

They shook their heads, " You guys go get the trays so long, we will finish up here."

I didn't move, "What are you guys planning?"

Albus looked at me, "Nothing."

I knew it was a lie, it was written all over their faces.

"Is it something bad?" I asked, getting curious.

They shook their heads.

"No? Then what?" I asked, it was awful not knowing.

" You will see now, I promise. But we really need to get a move on." He nodded towards the clock.

Lily and I looked at it and, with no further need to be persuaded, we left to go find the tray as the boys got to work on their little inside joke, which I was on the outside of.

We picked the first tray we saw and walked back into the kitchen. We placed the cake on the tray and got a knife. The boys said that no one would be eating, and that just aggravated my curiosity. Albus picked up the cake and we were about to walk out of the kitchen when James excused himself.

"I am coming now, first want to grab something." He winked at us and ran through a door.

"Should we-" Lily started.

"NO!"His voice came through the door that James had just entered.

" You heard him." Albus said and we walked up the stairs to Mr. and Mrs. Potters bedroom.

We stopped at the door.

"Ready?" James asked.

"For what?" I asked, confused.

"The song!" Lily whispered urgently.

"What song?" I asked.

"It's a birthday song." Albus said.

I rolled my eyes, no its for Christmas we just celebrating it early.

"Lets just sing the normal one now and sing the other one tonight with the family." She suggested.

And just the reminder of tonight was enough to pop the balloon in my stomach.

"It doesn't matter. Just go and sing, I'll hum." I said and shoved her towards the door.

She looked back worriedly, but I nodded. It was a song, not a war.

She opened the door slowly and we walked in.

Mr. and Mrs. Potter were still in bed, though the curtains were drawn back, allowing the summer sun to pour in. Their room was beautiful. Very homey. There was a mix-match of colors and shapes, but it all blended in well with each. There were lots of family photos on the walls along with a couple of medals and trophies.

They were waiting for us to come. No one wakes up that neat.

James just made it and entered with his hands behind his back, holding something.

He saw where I was looking and winked before he started singing:

"Happy Birthday to you

Squashed tomato and S.P.E.W

You look like dear, old Fang

And you smell like him too."

Sure I didn't know the song, but just seeing Mr. Potters eyes light up with happiness and fondness at the sight of his children was wroth waking up at two-frikken-thirty.

" Happy Birthday!" We all screamed.

They both laughed.

" Aunt Hermione would have a fit if she heard of you referring to the organization as SPEW." Mr. Potter laughed.

" That's why you ad Uncle Ron told us not to sing this for her birthday." Albus grinned.

We all walked over to the bed.

"And you know Hagrid loves Fangs like it is his own child." Mrs. Potter grinned fondly at the hagrid.

"That's why dad told us not to sing it for is too." Lily laughed.

"Rather Fang than a dragon." Mr. Potter whispered bitterly.

We all chuckled.

James, Lily and Albus sat down comfortably on the bed, pacing the cake in the middle of them all. I remained standing, feeling rather awkward, until Albus grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bed , so close that I was almost on his lap.

"Sit." He teased.

" Oh, go chase your tail." I grumbled and stuck my tongue out at him.

They all laughed.

"Happy Birthday Mr. Potter." I turned and grinned at him.

" Getting old now." He pulled a face.

" Oh, please. You were old five birthdays ago. Now you are getting ancient." James laughed.

"Who knows maybe someone will buy you a walking stick this year." Ginny laughed.

"Hey, you are married to this ancient Potter here." Mr. Potter reminded her.

"Unfortunately." She grinned and planted a kiss on his lips.

James and Albus groaned loudly, " Get a room."
Mr. Potter laughed, not taking his eyes of her, "This is our room."

I laughed. True.

"Carry on like this and we will kick you out of your room." James threatened.

" Power comes with age." Mr. Potter smirked.

"And a walking stick." I teased.

They all burst out laughing.

" Well, I better wish for one then." Mr. Potter grinned and looked at the deformed cake.

Even from here I was able to see eggshells.

"We made it ourselves." Albus grinned and started laughing along with James.

I suddenly remembered about the centre and peered at it anxiously.

James passed him the knife.

We all stared at the cake in anticipation as Mr. Potter placed the knife on top of the icing, closed his eyes to make a wish, opened them and pressed down into the cake.

It wasn't even an inch before it did not go anymore. A frown flickered across Mr. Potters face, he wiggled the knife a bit before he saw something the we didn't. He started to chuckle quietly, obviously finding something funny . Slowly he cut the top part of and there in the middle of the cake was something white, circular, it was…

A toilet roll.

A full, brand new toilet roll in the middle of the cake.

James jumped off the bed and pulled out a camera from behind his back and screamed,

" Say: Shitty birthday!"
Clink!

Hi again...

So what did you think of the birthday song? Not bad, i wrote it! Now you can sing it to all our fellow PotterHeads out there! YAY

SO sorry if this isnt one of the best written chaps. Just tired and need to get the hang of it again!

So tell me what you think!

GOOD night!