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Chapter 25 : The Bond of Wishes
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The small boy made his way downstairs quickly, his hair flying wildly in the rush of air. He made his way into the kitchen to see Remus standing over a stove cooking eggs and bacon. The toaster popped up two pieces of bread just at that second. Remus took his wand and waved it in the air. The toasted bread flew over to a plate that already had some toasted bread on it. Then new bread flew over to the toaster and started to be toasted.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Remus turned around, the eggs and bacon tending to themselves on the stove, via magic.
"Moony!" Harry ran over to his guardian and Remus embraced him tightly.
"You're seven." Remus whispered into the boy's ear.
Harry pulled back, a huge smile on his face. No matter how hard he tried, the smile could not get any bigger. Remus turned around to the stove and tended to the food so it would not burn under magical care. Harry went over to the refrigerator and took out a carton of pumpkin juice as a glass made its way onto the counter by magic. Harry poured himself some and put the carton back into fridge.
"Did you see Padfoot stumbling around upstairs?" Remus asked.
"No... I think he's still sleeping." Harry replied, happily drinking his juice.
Harry whipped around in his seat to see a huge, black dog standing in the kitchen with a goofy red bow tied around his neck. Harry laughed and jumped off of the stool he was sitting on. He ran over to Padfoot as fast as he could and enveloped him into a hug. The dog immediately licked the boy's face profusely.
"Padfoot!" Harry giggled, falling back on the floor as the dog started to nudge him in the sides.
Harry laughed louder. He had always been ticklish. Harry gasped for breath on the floor as Padfoot attacked him. After about thirty seconds, Padfoot abandoned his tickling and started to lick the boy's face again. Not being able to talk, because the laughing had left him out of breathe, Harry made a noise of protest that sounded oddly like, "Pah Dah!". The dog stopped what it was doing and placed its paws onto the boy's chest. Then with a POP, Sirius appeared, the red bow still around his neck.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Sirius panted lightly, leaning down and giving Harry a kiss on the cheek.
"Pa- Pa- foot!" Harry gasped, a huge smile on his face.
"Padfoot, stop torturing the poor boy." Remus said playfully as he started making three plates of food that he had just cook.
"It's- it's his birthday though!" Sirius protested, gathering Harry up into a warm embrace.
Sirius picked the small boy up in his arms and walked over to the counter. He plopped Harry down into a stool, the middle one. Remus then placed the food in front of each stool and took a seat next to Harry. Sirius, on the other hand, pulled and tugged at his bow until he got it off his neck and then proceeded to sit on the other side of his godson.
"You looked so pretty with that bow around your neck, Padfoot... why did you take it off?" Remus said in a mocking tone.
"Well... Harry has already got the best present ever! Me! So I decided to pretty up my act and put on an attractive bow." Sirius grinned widely, popping a piece of egg into his mouth.
"You are the best present, Padfoot!" Harry exclaimed, grinning widely over at his godfather.
"Of course, I am!" Sirius let out a bark like laugh and clapped a hand onto Harry's back lightly.
After breakfast, Sirius made Harry stay in the kitchen with Remus as he "spiced up" the living room, as he called it. Within ten minutes, Sirius came back into the kitchen, a look of triumph on his face. Remus had already finished cleaning up the morning dishes and so forth. Sirius then placed his hands over Harry's eyes and walked behind him as the three made their way into the living room.
The living room no longer looked like the living room it once was. There was a huge banner across the back wall with the words, "Happy Seventh Birthday Harry!" on a red background and in gold lettering, Gryffindor colours. There was also a medium sized table with presents all over it, some even had to be kept on the floor because there was no more room on the table. The television was now gone and the couch was in its place. The coffee table was gone, also. The chairs were placed by the couch for seating purposes. There were balloons, and streamers, and every other decoration you could think of were all over the place.
"Wow..." Harry trailed off, a smile creeping onto his face, as Sirius took his hands off of his eyes.
"You like?" Sirius asked, pulling Harry into a small hug from behind.
"Yeah..." Harry nodded widely.
"You can open two presents before everyone else comes... but then you have to wait, okay?" Sirius whispered, "Pick one from me and one from Moony."
"I get... all of these?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.
"Of course, you even get more once some more people arrive."
Remus sat down onto the floor next to Sirius as Harry walked over to the presents and picked out two, one from Moony and one from Padfoot just like his godfather had told him. He took the one from Padfoot first, which was wrapped in Quidditch wrapping paper. He tore it open slowly and carefully, as if he didn't want it to break. Once opened Harry looked inside, it was kind of like a small play set. He took it out and the main piece was a forest. There were trees and strange animals he didn't recognize running about. There was one tree, however, that started to swing its branches wildly, however, it froze quickly as if turning to marble. Then from under the tree, a stag, a wolf, and a dog appeared. Harry mouth hung open, as he watched the dog and wolf wrestle around on the ground. Then the stag got into the fight, nudging the two animals in their sides with its antlers.
"Padfoot..." Harry tried off, turning around and looking at his godfather.
"There's not another one like it anywhere... I had it especially made for you." Sirius smiled as Harry flung his arms around his godfather.
"Thank-you." Harry whispered.
"Don't thank me... it's your birthday." Sirius pulled back, and urged him to open Remus's.
Harry then picked up Remus's present, which was smaller then Sirius's. Nevertheless, Harry was just as excited to open that present as the last. Carefully taking off the golden paper, the boy saw a plain white box. He then proceeded to opening the box and found a small necklace inside. It was a golden chain with a white lily hanging off of it. In the center of the lily was a pink stone. Harry took the necklace in his hands and the lily twirled around.
"It was your mother's... your father bought it for her when they went on their first date." Remus crawled over towards the boy and placed the necklace around his neck and fastened it. "The pink stone in the middle is your mother's birthstone. It's also a good luck charm... a protection necklace. Your father put protection charms onto the necklace so that it would reflect minor curses and hexes."
"It's pretty." Harry took the lily in his hands and looked at it.
He then turned his head towards Remus and flung his arms around the werewolf's neck. He whispered his thank-you into his ear and Remus replied his your welcome back. Just as Harry was pulling away, two identical boys dropped out of the fireplace covered in soot who each had a present in their hands. They stepped aside with huge smiles on their faces.
"Howdy, Harry!" Fred Weasley greeted loudly.
"Happy Birthday!" George Weasley greeted.
Then three more redheads came out of the fireplace, two whom neither Harry nor his guardians recognized. The two unrecognizable people were older then Percy, who had come with them. They looked cautiously around the room and stepped to the side. Next came Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, who was slightly screaming from the trip. Then last but not least came Mr. Weasley and Ron. All of which had a present in their hands.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Ron exclaimed holding out a poorly wrapped orange box.
"Hey, Ron..." Harry walked over towards his friend.
"This is for you!" Ron thrust the package into Harry's hands, his ears turning red.
"Harry, these are my eldest sons, Charlie and Bill." Molly introduced the two oldest children that had come with Percy.
"Hi." Harry greeted them with a small smile.
"Hello." Bill held out his hand as Harry took it.
"Oh, Merlin! Is that a phellytone?" Arthur's eyes spotted an object on a table.
"Erm... no, Arthur, that's a minimized version of our television. Sirius wanted to clear everything up for the party." Remus explained.
"A tellyvision! I've always wanted to see one of those. Aren't those the things where the people live in them?" Arthur went up to it, looking at it from every side.
"Err..." Remus trailed off.
"Arthur, stop!" Molly hissed before turning her attention to the others, "Happy Birthday to you, Harry."
"Thank-you, Mrs. Weasley."
"Good to see you again, Remus, it has been a while." Molly greeted Remus warmly.
"Good to see you, too, Molly." Remus replied with a smile.
"Hello, Black." Molly said with a fake voice.
"Prewett..." Sirius trailed off.
"Sirius..." Remus turned towards his friend.
"What? She was a Prewett, you know." Sirius placed a fake smile on his face.
The Weasleys had set their gifts with the pile of presents. They all took seats, Molly and Sirius sitting as far away from each other as possible. Harry and Ron sat on the floor chatting about random things as two new people came falling out of the fireplace, Minerva McGonagall and Hermione Granger. Hermione looked slightly shocked by it all, a present grasped firmly in her arms. McGonagall looked semi-harassed with her lips pursed, but said nothing.
"Harry! Ron!" Hermione exclaimed as she running over towards them and sitting down, "Happy Birthday!"
Hermione held out the present to Harry, who took it with a smile. He said thank-you and sat it down with the other presents. McGonagall placed her present with the others before she went over with the adults, who were all sitting in the chairs, and sat next to Remus. The two immediately got into a conversation about an article that appeared in the Daily Prophet yesterday.
"I think you'll enjoy my present, Harry." Hermione grinned widely.
"If it's from you then it's probably a stupid book." Ron said grimly.
"Just because I didn't know what Quirditch was doesn't mean-"
"It's Quidditch!" Ron exclaimed, interrupting her.
"Oh, whatever." Hermione said in a huff, "It's all the same."
"No, it's not! It's completely different!" Ron protested, looking over at Harry for help.
"Err..." Harry trailed off, not sure what to say.
Before anyone could say anything else, another person fell out of the fireplace. This time it was Albus Dumbledore, who didn't look his cheery self. He bid a hello to everyone and sat his present with the others before sitting down next to Sirius and started in a very serious conversation. Hagrid then appeared next, which caused the fireplace to crack slightly. He took a package out of this coat and sat it with the others, before walking over and sitting next to Dumbledore.
"He- he's not a- a giant is he?" Hermione gasped.
"Nah, he's too short." Ron waved a hand of dismissal.
"Too- too short?" Hermione's eyes were huge, her mouth hanging open slightly.
"That's what I said." Ron shot back, as Hermione leaned back slightly.
Ten minutes passed when even more people starting coming out of the fireplace, the Diggorys, the Tonks, and Moody. They all had presents in their hands and placed them with the others. The grownups talked in low voices about things in the Order, while the children chatted amongst themselves. Then Sirius stood up and announced, "I think it's time for presents!"
Hermione jumped up, grabbing her present and dropped it in Harry's arms. He smiled politely and slowly started to unwrap the present as everyone else gathered around to watch. Once the blue paper with balloons was off, it revealed a giant book. It was a very Hermione-ish gift. It wasn't a muggle book either, but a magical one. It was a huge, brown book, with golden lettering that read, "Psychometry".
"Wow, thanks, Hermione." Harry set the book down and reached over to give Hermione a hug.
"You're welcome!" Hermione hugged him back with a huge smile on her face, "I'm so glad you like it! I wasn't sure what kind of book you'd be interested in. It seemed informational."
"It's great." Harry grinned.
Ron grabbed his present and shoved it into Harry's arms; a smile was playing on his lips. Harry took the package, which had bright orange wrapping, and opened it slowly and carefully. It revealed a huge box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Harry said thank-you politely and sat it down by his book.
Harry then proceeded unwrapping the presents at random at that point. The twins had got him stink pellets and dungbombs. Ginny made him a card and attempted to make origami, which looked like a deformed horse. Percy had gotten him a book, "Simple Spells". Bill and Charlie had got him Exploding Snap and Gobstones. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gotten him a green sweater, which matched his eyes perfectly, and an assortment of sweets. Mad- Eye Moody had gotten him a magical trunk, one that had several compartments in it that would be revealed through using different keys to open it. Moody had told Harry that he had a trunk exactly like that at his house. Hagrid had gotten Harry a jet-black kitten, well it really wasn't a kitten, it was a magical creature that looked like one. Sirius eyed the 'kitten' with dislike, as he was more of a dog person. Dumbledore had given him his father's invisibility cloak, telling him to use it well. McGonagall had gotten him a book on transfiguration, but said he probably wouldn't need a book for help since his godfather was one of the best students she ever had in class. Cedric and his father gave Harry two books on Quidditch, which Ron immediately snatched up and started to look through. The rest of the presents were from Sirius and Remus, little trinkets and things that his parents had owned. There were other things, such as some new clothes and framed pictures of his parents. He even received his father's wand from Remus, who had collected it after that fateful Halloween night.
Harry bid his thanks to everyone for the presents. After all were unwrapped, Remus got up from where he was sitting and summoned a huge birthday cake out of nowhere. It now sat on the table which all the presents had been on. With another wave, the paper that littered the floor disappeared. Then yet another wave made plates, silverware, and napkins appear on the table.
Sirius got up from his spot on the couch and made his way over to Harry, so that he could glide the child over towards the three-layered cake. The cake was decorated in a Quidditch theme, snitches, quaffles, and brooms littered it in designs. On the top layer, in scarlet lettering, read "Happy Birthday Harry". Around it were seven birthday candles, which were flaming. Everyone in the room started to sing the traditional "Happy Birthday Song" and at the end, Harry blew out the candles on the top, making a wish.
Once that was over and done with, Remus started cutting the cake into sections for everyone to have a piece. Once everyone was settled down with a piece, they started chatting about random things. The adults went, once again, to the couches and chairs as the children took the floor, spreading out leisurely. The three friends, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sat in a small circle together, eating their cake while chatting lightly.
"I would love it if you would write, Harry." Hermione turned her attention to her friend.
"You don't have an owl." Ron interrupted while turning to Hermione.
"What do you mean? I need an owl?" Hermione asked, eating a piece of her cake.
"Yeah, Owl Post." Ron replied before shoving half of his cake into his mouth, which disgusted Hermione a little.
"Owl Post? Interesting." Hermione's nose scrunched up.
"Moony has an owl... it stays in his room." Harry stated, "He's kinda sick though."
"I have Errol. He's a real piece of work." Ron sighed.
Harry's kitten walked up the boy, climbing up into his lap. She purred loudly as Harry scratched her head lightly. She moved her nose towards the cake, her whiskers being covered in frosting in the process. Hermione giggled a little, reaching out a hand and petting the cat.
"Padfoot hates cats... he's more of a dog person." Harry stated, a frown forming on his lips.
"I'll live with it."
Harry looked up to see his godfather standing over them. He knelt down and scratched the kitten behind the head fondly. It was true, he hated cats, but if his godson loved it, he was to love it. The kitten purred even louder.
"It's not even a cat, mind yeh." Hagrid walked up behind them.
"It looks like a cat." Sirius sat down next to Harry.
"That righ' there is a Magical Skitten. She won't ever grow, mind yeh. Not like mos' cats, blasted things. Yeh take good care of her, 'Arry." Hagrid smiled down, ruffling the boy's hair, "They are like cats, yeh know, but they aren't."
"A Skitten? I've never heard of them." Sirius announced, picked up the animal in his arms.
Sirius handed the animal back to Harry and got up and helped himself to another piece of cake, before making his way back over to the couch where he was having an intense chat with Alastor Moody. Harry looked over at the two, trying to read their lips to find out what was going on. Molly Weasley noticed this and got up from her seat and smacked Sirius on the back of his head. Sirius shook her off and continued talking.
"You're letting him hear what you're saying about the Order?" Molly asked in disbelief.
"He knows almost everything that is going on." Sirius replied, shortly.
"Are you mad?" Molly shouted, her anger getting the best of her.
"No, I'm not, thanks very much."
"You idiot!" Molly screeched in a high-pitched voice.
"Let's go..." Harry stood up while grabbing his book and a box of treats, "grab whatever you can and let's go up in my room."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione grabbed everything they could and made their way upstairs, while listening to the shouting match that was currently going on between Sirius and Molly... although McGonagall, Remus, and Moody had all got in the fight as well. Ginny, Fred, George, and Cedric grabbed some presents and followed Harry and the others upstairs, not wanting to stand the fighting which more and more seemed to get involved in.
"It was going well until that row." Fred commented, spilling sweets onto Harry's bed.
"Yeah... help yourself to some candy." Harry told them all, grabbing a chocolate frog and biting off its head.
"I wish I had a huge party like this for my birthday." Ron popped a Bertie Bott's bean into his mouth, immediately spitting it up, "Vomit."
"Eww..." Hermione whipped her head around in disgust.
"When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor." Ron told her seriously.
"I got a booger flavor once, it was like being two again." George announced, grabbing some treats.
"Try one, 'Mione." Fred pushed the container towards her, a smile playing on her face.
She grabbed a yellow one, but put it back down in the container. She looked at the colours and then decided on a light green one. She plopped it in her mouth and instantly regretted it. She opened her mouth, the bean half chewed. She looked over at Ron and Harry. Then she spoke in a disgusted tone, "Grass". Everyone laughed in the room and she swallowed.
"How can you eat these?" Hermione asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Because we're just disgusting people." George replied.
There was a knock at the door and Bill and Charlie appeared. They asked to come in to get away from the shouting match and Harry allowed them. They sat down and started to munch on the treats with everyone else. Soon enough, everyone was laughing and having a great time.
"I dare you to eat a brown one, Bill!" George picked up a brown bean and placed it in his hand.
"Err..." Bill trailed off, before plopping it in his mouth.
"What is it?" Fred exclaimed.
"Dung..." Bill attempted to spit it out, but Fred and George covered his mouth and nose to make him swallow it.
There was another knock at the door and a fifteen-year-old girl appeared. She had black hair and a thin, pale face. She smiled softly, asking to come in. They invited her in and she introduced herself as Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius's cousin's daughter. She sat down and chatted with everyone, having a good time.
"Psychometry?" Tonks grabbed the book that Hermione had given Harry with interest.
"What is it?" Cedric asked, joining in
"It's a fascinating subject..." Tonks trailed off while picking up the book.
"You read?" Bill asked in disbelief.
"I had detention with McGonagall... she made me stock the library... I read some things while I was in there to pass the time." Tonks blushed, looking down at the ground.
"You two know each other?" Ron asked.
"Me and Billy-Boy are in the same year." Tonks smiled.
"Bill and I." Hermione spoke up.
"What?" Tonks asked, turning her heard.
"It's Bill and I... grammatically speaking." Hermione pushing a piece of hair off of her face in the process.
"What is psychometry?" Cedric asked again.
"Oh... right then... it's like when you get impressions or images from an object. It's like seeing the history of an old object." Tonks explained.
Harry's face paled. He turned towards the book, grabbing it out of Tonks's arms. He then started to flip through it quickly, looking for it. He turned to a page, a frown spreading across his face while his brow furrowed. He read:
'Get an object, preferably something old. That way it will have the most imprints in it. Close your eyes and study the shape of the object by running your hands across it, taking in everything you can about the object. Keep your mind clear, don't think about anything else besides the object, and make sure you are free of all distractions. Rotate the object, and study it with your fingers. After a while, images, impressions, or words should begin to form in your mind. You are now learning the history of the object.'
Harry reread the paragraph, concentrating. It then dawned on him. He wasn't seeing his dead father in the mirror. He was seeing an imprint of his father that was left behind in the mirror. He was stupid to think it was anything else. Harry was absorbed in his own thoughts; he didn't even hear the door open to his room until he heard a woman's voice say, "Nymphadora, let's go."
"It's not Nymphadora! It's Tonks, Mum!" the teenager stood up and sulked out of the room, "Bye everyone. Happy Birthday, Harry."
"Harry?" Ron asked.
"What?" Harry looked up, shutting the book.
The door opened again, this time it was Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory. They called for everyone to come out of the room, because it was time to leave. Arthur told Hermione to come with them, too; he was going to drop her off at her home. They all got up, bid their farewell to Harry and they all left the room. Harry waited a couple minutes before venturing downstairs. He saw Sirius sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. Remus was pacing the room, his hands in his pockets.
"Padfoot? Moony?" Harry asked, walking down the stairs.
Sirius looked over towards the stairs, a sad smile spreading across his face. He held open his arms for the boy, which Harry accepted immediately. Before Harry knew it, he was sitting on his godfather's lap with his arms protectively around the small boy. Sirius buried his face into Harry's unruly hair.
"Sorry." Sirius whispered softly.
"Why?" Harry lifted his head up off of Sirius's chest.
"For this... I ruined your party." Sirius replied, sighing heavily.
"It wasn't your fault. Mrs. Weasley started it. She has it in for you, Padfoot!"
"Maybe she's right though... her and McGonagall seem to be together on this."
"McGonagall said you were the best student she ever had!" Harry protested.
"Because I was good at transfiguration, that was about it."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks! It only matters what Moony and I think..." Harry trailed off while staring Sirius in the eye, "and I think you're a great godfather."
"Really... Moony, don't you agree?" Harry turned to his other guardian, who was watching the scene play out in front of him.
"Your dad didn't make a mistake making Sirius your godfather... he knew that there was nobody else in this whole world who would care more for you then that man you're sitting on." Remus smiled softly.
"See, Padfoot, you are great!"
"Thanks..." Sirius kissed the top of Harry's head, a small smile playing on her lips.
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