We followed him to the new location, making it just in time. I reached over and parted Harry's hair for good measure. He looked at me and I smiled back, encouraging him to enter. He walked in and sat in a chair centered on the main floor while I slipped into a low-level bench.

The Wizengamot trying Harry was made up of about fifty wizards and witches, led by Cornelius Fudge, who was seated next a toad-like woman whose pink collar peeked out from under her uniform black robe. I noticed Ron's older brother, Percy, was present to transcribe the proceedings. They hadn't spoken about him much. Actually, he didn't come to any family gatherings, either. I wondered if his position in the ministry was hurting his relationship with Harry.

Dumbledore breezed into the room, declaring himself a witness for the defense. The hearing begins. Members of the Wizengamot seem impressed that Harry was able to conjure a full Patronus but do not appear to believe Harry's story about dementors appearing in Little Whinging. I bit my lip, noticing my fingers were curled alarmingly tight around the edge of the bench.

"I'm sure you have a very well rehearsed story prepared, however, since you have no witnesses of the event-" the minister spat out, threatened by the truth.

"Actually, we do. Harry was not alone during the attack, as you recall. His act was in defense of another, as well." Dumbledore turned to look at me, cuing my entrance. I curled my fingers from the seat and made my way to the chair. Is it just me, or are they all staring at me?

"Jennifer Bennett," Fudge looked up from a piece of paper that, I assumed, had information about me on it. "Can you please describe the attack?"

"The air turned cold and heavy, as if death itself were present. Then, a dark cloaked figure flew towards us and started, well, sucking the life out of Harry… I'm sorry, that's all I remember. I blacked out after that." I sure wasn't going to tell them the insignificant and embarrassing detail of me trying to tackle a dementor. I looked up at the minister, who seemed to be shaking. Was he angry or fearful?

"Miss Bennett proves to be an unreliable witness, since she was not conscious for the crime-"

"Cornelius, Miss Bennett has just confirmed the presence of dementors…" Dumbledore moved forward and spoke softly after that, so that's all I heard until a woman with a clipboard spoke. Not to mention my head was swimming from sitting in the hot seat.

"Those in favor of conviction?" she asked. My heart raced as hands slowly rose into the air, beginning with the toad-like woman.

"Those in favor of clearing the defendant of all charges?" most all of the hands flew into the air.

"Cleared of all charges," The minister banged his gavel in defeat. We won. We won. I repeated in my head, the statement becoming more and more true each time.

"Miss Bennett, the trial is over," Dumbledore patted my hand. I had been gripping too tightly again.

The twins popped confetti and the celebratory feast began. Everyone hurried to their seats to eat, giddy from the result of the hearing. Hermione insisted on hearing every detail of the hearing and of the attack. I filled her in the best I could, leaving the scene at the Dursley's vague. I feared if I mentioned how they had tried to set me up with Dudley, I would vomit. I looked to Harry for help and couldn't help but notice Sirius didn't seem all that happy.

From then on I wasn't really in a party mood. I had become preoccupied with my thoughts, suspicions, and mysteries. Mostly, however, I could be found up in my room, looking at the picture of the original Order. I didn't have enough pieces to finish the puzzle. No matter how hard I stared at my facts, I didn't have enough to find my father. When I wasn't pondering about my lineage, I had my nose buried deep in a book. It bugged me to no end that I couldn't save Harry from that dementor. He saved me.

"Hey," Fred and George walked into the bedroom and sat on either side of my bed. I sat cross-legged on the mattress with my clues lying on the cover on front of me.

"Hi," I continued staring at my findings.

"We hope you liked those candies we gave you last year-" Fred pulled a wrapped gift from behind his back.

"-because we have some more for you to test out"

I looked up at them with a puzzled expression, "why are you giving me these?"

"We figured we were the most important-"

"-so we volunteered to come and get you"

"What-" I was cut off when they dragged me from my bed, "hey! Cut it out! What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting you away-"

"-from your silly papers"

These two were just not giving up! "Help! I'm being witch-napped!"

"Oh pipe down-"

"-we'll let you go"

They dropped me in a chair and stood back.

"What the-"

"Surprise!" a chorus of voices rang through the room. Everyone was gathered in the one room, apparently because of me.

"…I'm confused," I admitted bluntly.

"It's your birthday!" Ron exclaimed, as if I had gone mad.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten!" it sounded as if Hermione was on the verge of scolding me.

"No, no, of course not. I just didn't think you would…"

"You thought we'd forget? Not for a moment!" Mrs. Weasley came over to me, balancing a large homemade birthday cake in her hands. They broke into a round of Happy Birthday with nearly every voice in a different key. I tried not to smile too foolishly at them as I blew out all sixteen candles in one breath.

"Well? What did you wish for?" Ron leaned towards me as if he could tell by closer distance. Perhaps he just wanted to get closer to the cake.

"Hey!" I shoved him playfully, "you know I can't tell you that!"

Mrs. Weasley insisted I cut the cake, and I obliged with little resistance. However, I did not want to serve. But, of course, they heard none of it. I cut the cake into pieces as close to the same size as possible, just to make sure none of the siblings fought over who had more or whom I liked more. Everyone took the cake and gobbled it up.

"Harry, don't you want some?" I asked, noticing he was hanging back.

"Yeah Harry, don't you want some?" the twins broke into laughter.

I rolled my eyes and plopped a piece of cake onto a plate for Harry, "honestly, those two"

Hey everyone! It actually is my birthday this coming week, so this timed out well :] birthday reviews are appreciated! I'm turning 16!