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11th August 2011
Harry woke up early that morning. He looked over at his wife, who turned thirty that day, and felt the same feeling he felt every morning; that he couldn't believe how lucky he was that he got to wake up next to this beautiful, funny, intelligent woman.
He slipped out of bed. He went downstairs to the kitchen, where he began to make one of Ginny's favourites; blueberry pancakes with chocolate sauce. He then made a cup of tea for both of them, and levitated the tray up to their room, anxious not to spill anything.
He placed the tray next to her, as she rolled over, and whispered, "morning."
Harry kissed her. "Happy birthday, love." She sat up properly.
"Someone's been picking up tips from magazines," she joked. "You made me blueberry pancakes?"
"Of course. It's your birthday," Harry said, kissing her again.
They were enjoying their breakfast when the kids came running in.
"HAPPEE BIRFDAY MUMEEEE!" Albus cried, as James jumped up on the bed.
"Present," Lily said, handing her the package.
Ginny found herself looking at her three kids, thinking that her family were the best present she could ever have.
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This family seems to really love pancakes...