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The Hard Life by killthatrat
Chapter 21 : Chapter 21 Birthday Celebrations
 
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Sunlight streamed through the open window of the upstairs bedroom, slowly waking the person sleeping there. Harry Potter rolled over onto his side facing away from the window in hopes of a few more minutes shut eye. He breathed in deeply as his mind fully woke up, relenting he opened his eyes to the bright morning light, with sudden realization.

It’s my birthday.

Harry sighed as he rolled over again onto his back, trying to find a more comfortable position. He frowned as he thought about the day ahead. He was now 17, but he didn’t feel any older. He sat up a little in his bed, looking around the blurred room for some sign that things had changed, but they hadn’t, it was just like any other day. Harry slumped back down into the pillows, laying his arm across his eyes in attempt to block out the sunlight.

He knew he probably should get up, that Sirius was probably bouncing around the house with excitement like he had been the last day or so. Still it beat him watching every move he took as he had been after what had happened the other day. Harry let out a small sigh at the thought of what had happened.

Thankfully when Sirius had stunned him, his visions had immediately stopped, blocking Voldemort from his mind. When he had regained consciousness Sirius had wasted no time in dragging him straight to headquarters, questioning him all the way. A meeting was quickly called for anyone who could come. It was easy to tell there had been many new additions to the order since Dumbledore’s death, from what Harry could see before he was sent out the kitchen was packed. It was needless to say that the order was looking into finding someone to train him again in occlumency.

Harry took his arm away from his face, staring at the blurred ceiling when he heard a small knock on his door. He looked up as it clicked open, revealing a red headed someone.

“Morning,” he grunted, cracking a smile. Ginny grinned mischievously.

“Good morning!” she said as she slipped through the door, shutting it quietly behind her.

“How did you get here?” Harry said as she quickly made her way over to his bed, sitting on the edge.

“Dad apparated me over so I could be the first to wish you happy birthday,” she said as she leaned down kissing him gently.

She smiled at him as she broke the kiss.

“Happy birthday Harry.”

He smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Thanks.”

She leaned down to kiss him again, but he turned his head cheekily.

“What?” Ginny said laughing as she kissed his cheek accidentally.

“You don’t wanna kiss me,” he said as he rubbed his eyes. “I probably have morning breath.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Ginny said as she turned his face back to hers, kissing him deeply. He moaned in content as he ran his fingers through her soft hair once again, kissing her back fully.

Harry’s arm crept quickly around Ginny’s back as he swiftly pulled her under the covers with him amongst arms, legs and laughter. He smiled devilishly as he pulled the doona over their heads blocking out the sunlight, while she tugged on his shirt to bring him closer to her. He placed his hand gently on her neck as she put her hand on his head, pulling him down to kiss her again.

God she smells good, he thought to himself as he moved downwards to kiss her jaw line.

He trailed his hand down her side as he whispered in her ear.

“What is that perfume you wear?”

Ginny smiled as his touch sent shivers down her spine, and tried to formulate words.

“Uh…dunno…floral something.”

He pressed small feather like kisses down her face, saying in between,

“Never…take…it…off.”

“You like it?” she said before he kissed her again. Sinking deeply into his kiss she wrapped her arm around his back, pulling him closer again.

“Yup,” he muttered quickly kissing her again.

He could feel her body pressed closely against his own, as the hand that had been resting on her hip hesitantly slipped underneath her shirt. He rubbed his thumb against her soft skin as he waited for her reaction. She moaned softly and placed her hand on the top of his shoulder, as though urging him to keep going. Relaxing slightly he moved his hand further under and began running it back and forth, as though trying to memorize the texture.

Ginny shivered in delight as he began tracing patterns on her belly, tingles spreading through her at an alarming rate. Breaking their passionate kiss she tilted her head sideways and began to gently kiss his neck, running her teeth gently along it. Harry’s fingers paused their work momentarily as she began this, but quickly leapt back into action once again. He tilted his head the opposite way to allow her more access as she began sucking lightly on one spot, but suddenly pulled away at the sound of footsteps. He twisted and pulled the covers from over their heads, looking at the door as he heard the unmistakable sound of somebody ascending the stairs. He turned back to Ginny who swore under her breath as she began laughing softly.

Cursing also, Harry reluctantly rolled off her and she quickly leapt out of the bed, pulling her shirt ferociously back down to its original place, trying to fix her hair. Harry sat up, his hands fumbling for his glasses on the table next to his bed, he put them on just in time as Sirius knocked loudly on his door and opened it.

“Morning,” he said cheerfully, a large grin plastered on his face. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” Harry said, slightly breathlessly as he smiled somewhat guiltily.

Sirius frowned comically as he surveyed the two, breathless and flushed. He sniggered as he realized what they had been up to.

“Breakfast is ready,” he said grinning knowingly. “If you two are, that is.”

He shut the door behind him but they could still hear him trying to still his laughter as he walked down the stairs. Harry looked at Ginny, whose face was flushed and began laughing softly. Immediately she turned to him and scolded him like a mother would a child.

“Stop it!”

He kept laughing as he stood up and looked down at her, almost hungrily. Seeing his expression she too laughed.

“That was…” he began before pecking her on the lips.

“Humiliating on so many levels,” she finished for him, smiling stupidly.

He laughed loudly and she rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I was going to say a ‘nice way to wake a guy up.”

She smiled and slipped her arms around his middle, looking up at him she replied,

“Then I guess I’ll have to do it again sometime.”





“Oh Harry dear!” Mrs Weasley said as he, Sirius and Ginny entered the burrow. “Happy birthday!”

She strolled over, wiping her wet hands on her flowery apron before hugging him tightly, beaming.

“Thanks,” he replied as they pulled apart.

She beamed again and nodded at him, then quickly ushered the three of them to sit down at the dining room table.

“I’m just about to serve lunch,” she said as she flicked he wand at the magical oven, levitating a deep baking dish from inside it.

“Shepherd’s pie,” she said happily. “How’s your day treating you dear.”

“Good,” Harry said, beginning to beam. He looked around at Sirius. “Sirius has taken care of that,” he continued, thinking about the quidditch gloves, clothing, a new pocketknife to replace the one that broke in fifth year and a year subscription to his favorite quidditch magazine.

“That’s my job,” he replied as the baking dish laden with hot pie positioned itself on a cooling tray on the table. Mrs Weasley beamed at him also as she herself sat down, waving her wand so that everybody was immediately served with large portions of pie. Harry took a bite, marveling at the taste before asking.

“Where is everybody? It’s so quiet here.”

“Well,” Mrs Weasley replied. “Arthur’s been called into work, but promised he’ll be back this afternoon, the twins are doing some thing at they shop, they’ll be around also. And Ronald is upstairs still.”

“Still?” Ginny said in dismay. “That’s bad even for him.”

Mrs Weasley nodded her head in deep thought. “Well I did say he could lie in until you three got here. Ginny darling go and get him up would you please.”

Ginny put down her knife and fork and made her way up the stairs, heading for the topmost floor.

Mrs Weasley looked back up at Harry, smiling once again.

“Hermione should be arriving any minute now. She said around lunchtime. Also Remus and Tonks will be coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Really?” Harry said smiling at this.

Sirius nodded in reply. “You know they went on their first proper date the other week.”

Harry opened his eyes wide, he knew that Remus planned on taking her out but not that he actually did.

“Sirius,” Mrs Weasley said, facing him. Sirius looked over at her as she muttered something Harry could not understand. Sirius seemed to consider something for a moment.

“Yeah why not. Tell him.”

Mrs Weasley turned to him smiling. “It’s supposed to be more of a surprise, but we’ll tell you anyway. Hagrid’s coming tonight!”

“Really?” Harry replied leaning forward slightly. “No way.”

Mrs Weasley nodded enthusiastically as she scooped some of the pie onto her fork.

“What time will he be here?”

“Everyone’s coming for dinner so around seven.”

“Ooh what’s for dinner?” Harry said turning to Sirius.

“I don’t know,” he said looking at him stumped. “Sure it will be good.”

“And you,” Mrs Weasley said to Harry, who noted her sudden sternness and the way she waved her empty fork at him. “You are banned from the kitchen.”

“Why?” Harry said in wonder, immediately wondering if he had done something wrong.

“Because you’ll see something your not supposed to.”

He looked back at Sirius, slightly confused.

“Cake or something,” he explained as Ginny came thumping back down the stairs.

“He won’t get up,” she said simply as she sat herself back down. “He has a feeling,” she said in a mocking tone.

“What?” Mrs Weasley replied sharply.

“He won’t get out of bed. He refused.”

Huffing slightly Mrs Weasley made to put down her knife and fork before Harry stopped her.

“I’ll get him up,” he said standing.

“You sure dear?”

“Yeah,” he said rounding the table. “Need to take advantage of no more restrictions don’t I?”

He smiled at Ginny and quickly made his way up the uneven staircase that zigzagged through the house. He reached the fifth landing and quietly knocked on Ron’s slightly ajar door.

He poked his head into the room to see Ron still lying in bed. He sighed and stepped over a packet of exploding snap cards, and as he pulled the orange curtains back as he said,

“So, you have a feeling?”

He turned back around to Ron looking at him skeptically. What he would normally have taken for a large lump in the bed raised its head slightly.

“I have a feeling,” his friend confirmed.

“Ok,” he said. “What kind of feeling?”

Ron slumped back into the pillows, staring at the opposite wall.

“Like I might die.”

Harry raised his eyebrows at the lump on the bed. A little frustrated he continued.

“Today? Tomorrow? In fifty years? Because we’re all going to die one day Ron,” he said looking at him skeptically. “Now my lunch is cold!” he said on a lighter note. “Lets go.”

“Harry!” Ron said to him, raising himself up again.

He could now see Ron’s face clearly, and he looked slightly worried. Sighing Harry sat down on the edge of his bright orange bed.

“OK I’m totally supportive. Shoot.”

Ron looked at him, slightly apprehensive before sitting up properly and explaining.

“It’s everything. It’s the whole world and everything in it!” Ron said in dismay.

“I mean seriously. Things aren’t really going all that peachy. Now that Dumbledore’s kicked the bucket what are we supposed to do?”

Harry frowned at this unceremonious reference to their headmaster’s death, but said nothing as his friend continued.

“What happens next? What’s happening to stop you know who now that we don’t have Dumbledore? I mean Death Eaters could swoop down at us any minute. Having Dumbledore around made things so much clearer.” Ron slumped dramatically back down into his pillow and paused before continuing comically.

“Plus Errol finally died the other day and I think I might be coming down with something. I just-I need for something to happen! I need some sign that things are going to be alright.”

He looked at Harry meaningfully, who had kept his expression mostly quite blank throughout his speech.

“So until then,” Ron continued, now looking up at the ceiling. “I’m going to lie here and feel like I might die today.”

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, thinking hard. He had promised himself previously that he would not let Voldemort bother him on his birthday, and he intended to keep that promise. He stood up and said mockingly,

“Who the hell are you? Trelawney? What ever.” He swiftly pulled the Chudley Cannons bedspread off his best friend before he could protest, and stepped up onto the bed.

“Everybody has problems. Now get your arse out of bed and wish me happy birthday!”

“Hey! I’m being serious!” Ron protested as he reached towards the ground for his blanket.

“So am I! You’re doing what I do! Taking one little twinge and turning it into the end of the world!” he said as he poked at Ron’s back with his foot. Grumbling and muttering under his breath Ron slid off his bed and stood up gingerly.

“Ugh. You look like crap,” Harry said laughing, as he stepped down from the bed, the bedsprings creaking as he did.

“Sod off,” Ron said as he made to pick up the blanket and go back to bed.

“Uh uh uh,” Harry said as he pulled out his wand and twirled it cheekily between his fingers. Ron glared at him and muttered something that sounded like,

“Was getting up anyway…”

Harry laughed as he followed his friend as he made his way down the rickety staircase towards the fourth floor bathroom.

“I’m telling you mate, I have a feeling.” Ron said looking over his shoulder at Harry.

“Yeah yeah yeah and Snape’s my best buddy.”

Ron rolled his eyes as he opened the door to the bathroom.

“Happy birthday,” he said before shutting the door with a click.

“Thanks,” Harry muttered to the air in reply as he continued down the stairs.





“Ginny,” Hermione whispered in her ear. “Your mum says it’s time.”

Ginny looked up at Hermione from her place on the lounge room floor and nodded at her with a wink. Hermione smiled and went back into the kitchen where she was helping Mrs Weasley after dinner. Ginny smirked as she pooped the last piece of her strawberry into her mouth and stood up, sauntering over to the back of the couch where her boyfriend sat.

She leaned down, putting her hands on his shoulders, whispering secretly in his ear.

“Let’s go outside.”

Harry took his eyes from the viscous chess game between Fred and Ron, and looked at her curiously.

“Come on,” she whispered insistently. Harry smiled and stood up, taking her outstretched hand in his. They smiled at each other as they passed Sirius, Remus and Hagrid at the dining room table, and left through the back door.

Mrs Weasley, Tonks and Hermione watched from the kitchen window as they pretended to clear up from the dinner celebrations.

“Do you think they’ve gone far enough?” Tonks said, looking sideways out the window as the couple disappeared from sight around the chicken coop, far in the backyard.

“Just as long as they don’t go any farther,” Mrs Weasley said sternly. “Right ladies lets go,” she continued as she hung her apron on a hook behind the door.

Hermione grinned, feeling rebellious as she rounded up everybody else who had come to celebrate Harry’s birthday.

“Right,” Mrs Weasley said when everybody was listening.

“Ron and Hermione,” she said pointing at them. “Bring down the presents.”

They nodded and headed upstairs together, to find the well-hidden presents.

“Remus and Tonks, clear the dining room table completely for me please.”

Tonks, whose hair was now long and bright orange, set to work with Remus, bringing the remainders of the cups and butterbeer bottles into the kitchen.

“Sirius and Hagrid,”she said looking pointedly at them. “Can you find the sign I hid in the hallway cupboard and hang it up above the table?”

“Rightio,” Hagrid said gruffly as he stood up and followed Sirius’ lead.

“Uhhh Fred and George.”

“Yes mother?” they said simultaneously from the living room floor.

“Put some candles on the cake, and get it ready to light when they come back in.”

“Sure thing mother,” they said again simultaneously. George looked at his brother and winked as they stood and headed into the kitchen, whispering to each other.

Mrs Weasley pursed her lips, thinking of a job her husband could do.

“Arthur, keep a look out, make sure they don’t come back until we give the signal.”

“Yes dear,” he said and sat back down at the dining room table, leaning his chair back so that he could see clearly out the window.

“And I’ll get the decorations,” she muttered to herself, and she began bustling around in the broom cupboard near the front door.





“Ginny where are we going?” Harry said curiously as she led him past the chicken enclosure. They we suddenly surrounded in darkness as they came behind the enclosure, the light from the house now not reaching them. He gave a small gasp of surprise as he felt Ginny suddenly turn and place her hands on his face, kissing him deeply. He stiffened in surprise at first, but quickly sank into their passionate kiss, placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer as he closed his eyes.

He smiled into their kiss as he felt her trailing her hand down his arm until she reached the hand that was resting on her waist.

“Why don’t we pick up where we left off?” she muttered, breaking their kiss slightly as she slipped his hand under her shirt, encouraging him. It was all the encouragement her needed, he slipped his hand further underneath, rubbing it along the soft skin.

“Less talking...more kissing,” he muttered with a smile as his fingertips brushed the bottom of her ribcage, the highest that he dared go. She took this statement to heart as she continued kissing him, slowing their speed down a little so that it no longer seemed rushed. Feeling daring, he gently ran the tip of his tongue across her lips, his heart pounding as she deepened their kiss again, touching the tip of her own tongue to his hesitantly. Harry groaned softly as he twisted his head, in order to kiss her more fully. She kissed him back deeply as she slipped her hand around his back, venturing underneath his shirt aswell.

Harry shivered in delight as she ran her fingernails along the small of his back, sending sensations throughout his body. He pressed her up against him more closely, ignoring the sounds of the clucking hens close by. Ginny moved her hand further up his back, exposing his skin to the crisp night air. She slid her spare hand down his firm chest, and rubbed the exposed skin on his stomach, making him moan involuntarily. She smiled satisfactorily at the effect she had on him, and continued exploring his skin, as he explored hers.

Suddenly they broke apart as Ginny stepped back with a squeal, jumping from one foot to the other, laughing.

“What?” Harry said, slightly annoyed.

She looked at him, grinning stupidly. “Something just crawled across my foot!”

“What?”

“I don’t know!” she said, looking down at the ground near her. He laughed at her and took her hand.

“Come on,” he said leading her around the coop back into the light that shone from the house. “We better go back inside.”

“No!” Ginny blurted out. She knew what was going on in there and she refused to be the one to spoil it. Hermione had not given the signal yet and she had no idea of knowing if they were ready.

“Let’s stay out here,” she said as she lay down on the grass, pulling him down with her.

Thankfully he laid down next to her as she moved closer to him, he put his arm around her shoulder as they looked up at the night sky which shone with stars.

They lay in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Harry asked,

“Do you know any of these constellations?”

Ginny looked closer, trying to recognize some.

“No, what are they?”

Harry scoffed at this. “I was sort of hoping you could tell me.”

She laughed and slapped her hand on his stomach, rolling over to rest her head on his chest. She smiled as she heard his faint heartbeat.

“So what other plans do you have for this summer?” she asked.

“I dunno really,” he said. “I’ve asked Sirius if he would take me to visit Godric’s Hollow later this summer and he said he would.”

“Wow,” she said. “Won’t that be a bit strange though?”

“Probably. But legally it’s mine now so I guess I should see it.”

“I suppose,” she said as she fiddled with the material of his shirt.

He looked down at her affectionately, and moved the hand embracing her to her hair, playing with the fine strands.

“Sorry I’m such a git sometimes,” he said, referring to him breaking up with her.

“Hmmm you’re forgiven, we all have our ‘Gitish’ moments.”

He smiled at this, before she continued.

“And in that case, I’m sorry I called you a jackass.”

Harry looked down at her in shock.

“You called me a jackass?”

“Yeah,” Ginny admitted guiltily. “More than once.”

Harry opened his mouth in shock, sitting up a little. “You called me a jackass?”

“Only a few times.”

“A few times?” Harry said in mock dismay. “You’ll have to pay for that.”

He leaned over her quickly and began kissing her face and neck as she laughed loudly.

“Harry!” she said laughing.

“What?” he said mockingly as he continued kissing her. “You have to pay!”

“OI! You two!”

Harry sprang off Ginny at the sound of Hermione’s voice. Trying to stifle his laughter he turned around to look at her. She was standing in the doorway, some thirty feet away looking cross.

“Get back in here now!” she said sternly as she turned away, shutting the door with a bang.

He turned back to Ginny, who like he, was feeling slightly breathless.

“Caught twice in one day!” he said in dismay. “What are the chances?”

Ginny chuckled and stood up, pulling him up with her.

“Well I guess we’ll have to work on that then,” she said as they quickly walked back towards the house, straightening their clothing.

“Sounds good to me.”

Ginny smiled at him as they reached the wooden door that led into the Burrow. She placed a small kiss on his lips.

“Happy birthday.”

“You said that before,” Harry said cheekily.

“I know,” she said as she placed her hand on the doorknob, pushing the door open.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Harry recoiled in shock as everybody jumped out at him, yelling and cheering. His jaw dropped open as the twins grabbed him by the shoulders roughly, pulling him inside amidst laughter and cheers. Harry laughed himself as they pushed him down into a chair, somebody placing a party hat on his head.

“You guys are awful!” he said with a grin as the Weasley’s camera went off with a puff of smoke.

“You didn’t thing you could get away with just dinner did you?” Ron said loudly as everybody calmed down.

“Presents!” Ginny said loudly as everybody scrambled to give him theirs first. Harry smiled as he looked around, taking note of the balloons bouncing merrily around which changed color, to the ‘Happy Birthday’ sign that played the birthday song.

“Here here here!” the twins said, brandishing a brightly wrapped gift box infront of him.

Harry took the box, shaking it a little. He looked up smiling as he pulled the paper off.

“No way!” Ron said as Harry opened the box, pulling out smaller boxes of Skiving Snackboxes, a trick wand, and various new items, which the twins said, were still being tested.

“They’re very safe though,” George said as Harry pulled out a wizarding version of the Muggle whoopee cushion.

“Thanks guys,” Harry said genuinely as he was handed his next present, which was from Hagrid.

Hagrid gave Harry the largest slab of Honeydukes chocolate he had ever seen, Ron gave him the newest edition of ‘Quidditch through the Ages.” Hermione gave him a new leather wallet he desperately needed, and Mr and Mrs Weasley gave him a tin of home made fudge and a new watch, which he clipped onto his wrist straight away.

“Thanks,” Harry said, kissing Ginny on the cheek as he opened her gift, a new broomstick service kit, specially designed for his firebolt.

“Your welcome,” she said grinning.

“Next one’s from Remus and Tonks,” Hagrid said happily. “It’s a gooden.”

“Come on girls,” Mrs Weasley whispered to every one. “Kitchen.”

Tonks, Hermione and Ginny quickly followed Mrs Weasley into the kitchen as everybody else vanished the moved all the wrapping paper, talking animatedly.

“Alright ladies. Pucker up.” Tonks said, pulling a bright red lipstick out of her pocket, as Mrs Weasley set about lighting the seventeen candles that Fred and George had put on Harry’s cake.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Tonks said nervously as she applied the lipstick to Ginny’s lips.

“Of course he will. You make wonderful cakes,” Mrs Weasley said as she light the remaining candles with her wand.

“Yeah Tonks the cake maker,” Ginny said smacking her lips together. “Who would have thought it?”

“Ha ha ha,” Tonks replied with a smile, applying the lipstick to Hermione. Mrs Weasley turned around, holding the glowing cake in her hands.

“Ginny you take some plates, Hermione some spoons and a large knife please dear,” she mumbled as Tonks applied the lipstick to her mouth.

“Right girls. Let’s go,” Tonks said happily, as she put her lipstick back into her pocket, smacking her own lips together.

They walked slowly back into the living room as Tonks dimmed the candles. Mrs Weasley opened her mouth and began singing, as everybody else followed suit.

“Happy birthday to you!”

Harry looked up at them, grinning as the four women swarmed on him. Mrs Weasley placed the glowing cake down infront of him, then planted a large kiss on his cheek as the rest followed suit, leaving bright red marks on his face.

“Happy birthday to you!”

He smiled again as Ginny kissed him gently on the lips, Hagrid’s voice booming above the rest.

“Happy birthday dear Harry!”

Harry looked down at the large cake, decorated greatly with chocolate icing and white words that he could not read through the candles on the top.

“Happy birthday to you!” they finished singing, and everybody fell silent as Mr Weasley clicked the camera happily.

“Blow out the candles!” Ron said loudly. Still smiling, Harry took a deep breath and blew. Everyone fell silent, muttering to each other as he blew the candles out.

“Did you make a wish?” Sirius asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Harry lied, having never believed in that.

“You missed one Harry,” Mr Weasley said, still holding the camera. Harry looked back down curiously at the one candle still burning. He blew it out as Hermione handed him the knife so that he could cut the cake. He placed the tip of the knife in the center, cutting down in between the candles which were still smoking, sending twirling patterns of smoke into the air.

He jumped a little as a candle re-lit it’s self and began burning once again. Looking up he said,

“Wha-”

“Trick candles!” the twins said loudly. “We stole the Muggle idea!”

“Part of our new party pack,” Fred continued as everybody laughed, he leaned over and tapped the trick candle, extinguishing it properly.

Harry smiled and pulled the knife still sitting in the cake out.

“Alright who’s first?” he said slicing the cake again.




“Atleast let me take the rubbish out Mrs Weasley,” Harry begged, later that evening.

Mrs Weasley looked at him, frowning as a furious battle raged in her mind.

“Alright, but that’s all! It’s your birthday,” she said sternly.

“OK,” Harry said, quickly picking up the bag full of wrapping paper and heading out into the dark backyard. It had not felt right letting everyone else clean up while he did nothing, ‘birthday boy’ or not. He smiled with happiness at the way his birthday had turned out. He didn’t want a major party or anything, dinner with the Weasleys and a few others was all.

Harry grinned, he was happy that Hagrid had come, he had spent a long time telling everyone about the new batch of Blast-Ended Skrewts he had gotten.

Harry reached the large bin, which held the Weasley’s paper rubbish that Mr Weasley would take down the village to recycle. He had recently been through the phase of Muggle recycling and this was the result. Harry threw the bag full of wrapping paper in the bin and shut the lid, rubbing his hands together to warm them against the unnaturally cool summers night.

He turned around and headed back to the Burrow, tempted to skip a little. He slowed down a little near the kitchen window, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few moments as he heard someone in the kitchen speak.

“MadEye thinks Voldemort is warning us, taunting us, like saying there’s something else he’s got planned.”

Harry stopped just short of the window, listening as someone else continued.

“Come on Remus you know MadEye. He’s brilliant but he just- he’s paranoid.”

“I know he is, but think about it Sirius. Why would Voldemort attack Gringotts and kill nobody? And why would he attack the ministry of all places, and not kill a single person?”

Harry knelt down, concealing himself in the dark as he listened intently.

“I suppose, but why Remus?”

“Well I agree with MadEye. I think he’s either trying to scare us, or distract us, probably both.”

“What do mean though?” Sirius said feeling frustrated.

“The investigations are going to take days, weeks maybe. They’re pulling people from all over the Auror office to help investigate, and now would be the key time to initiate some kind of attack. MadEye thinks he’s eventually going to have us going in circles more than we are now.”

“So you think he’s planning something. Something soon?”

“I don’t know Sirius, it was just MadEye’s ramblings, but everyone else there seemed to agree with him. And about Harry.”

Harry’s ears seemed to perk up as his name was mentioned. He strained his ears harder, and he ignored the aching feeling in his knees.

Sirius seemed to sigh, he didn’t quite know what to do about this particular subject. He leaned against the bench as he said,

“Remus I dunno…he’s enjoying himself so much just being normal. I don’t wanna take that away.”

“It won’t take it away Padfoot.”

“I know but, you wouldn’t want the Order to guard you all the time like a child would you Remus? And that’s it, he’s not a child, he knows how to defend himself.”

“You know the Order isn’t questioning what he can and can’t do, it’s just with Dumbledore gone he’s a lot more vulnerable to a direct attack from Voldemort.”

“Yeah I know,” Sirius replied, his voice trailing off.

“Look Moony I just don’t know. Maybe I’ll talk to him about it, see what he thinks, it’s about time he had a say in this type of thing.”

They fell silent as they bustled around in the kitchen for a few moments. Remus swore under his breath.

“Which candle was the trick one?”

“I don’t know, lost track. Just re-light them I suppose.”

Harry let out a breath, they had obviously dropped the subject. Trying hard to be quiet he crawled out from his spot from the window.

So the order wanted to start tailing him again did they? Thank Merlin Sirius seemed to be against it, he’d never be able to look for any horcruxes with them tailing him. He entered back through the back door, making himself forget about the conversation he had just listened to. For a little while atleast, he still had 3 hours left of his birthday to enjoy.



A/N WOAH! 5 and a half thousand words! WOOT WOOT! Go me that is a record! Hmmm well hope you enjoyed it.

umm the whole Ron and his feeling like he was going to die thing is inspired by Grey’s Anatomy season 2 CODE BLACK, but is also a little foreshadowing!….so keep that in mind….umm what else…oh yes!

The next few chapters (not sure how many) are the reason why this story is rated R with warnings for strong violence. This is the climax of my story, and is literally life changing, but not telling who for! He he isn’t it obvious? Umm ahhhh some chapters will be written from multiple points of view. When I get that type of story I am always tempted to only read one certain character’s point, but I tell you now…READ ALL POINTS OF VEIW! Otherwise the story line may not make sense…

Also my internet has started going insane again so I now often have trouble adding chapters, but I will be as quick as I can, so I don’t keep you waiting for too long.

Hint for next chapter. You will need to generally know the layout of Sirius’ new house to completely understand the next chapter. Because the layout is based off one from the internet, you can view it! ;) Google Don Gardner, and look for the house named ‘Wendover.’  (i claim no credit for this plan, blah blah blah)

Well I hope you liked this chapter, keep an eye out for the next.


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