Miss Potter -DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7

It was the final week to enter the names in the Goblet of fire, and coincidentally it was her birthday this week too. Only a few people from Hogwarts remember her birthday but most people just remember the night her dad, James Potter saved the wizarding world by transforming into a stag and stabbing the dark lord with his antlers. And usually, during the Halloween month, there would be clippings of newspapers from that night posted on every Hogwarts bulletin board, sometimes she would be coming home from school for the holidays and her dad's office would be filled with presents and mail.

It had always been a shadowed time on her birth month, the only good she looked forward to was her mum going out of her way and sending her different cakes every year for her birthday. The first year she got a red velvet cake to also celebrate that she got sorted in Gryffindor, the year after that she had purple yam flavored cake, followed by a lemon cake, vanilla, cheesecake, and just last year she received a chocolate cake which she never had the chance to eat due to Ron finding the box first and eating it without a single thought.

This year, it was decently well. With Ron banned from ever getting in contact with any baked goods received from Lily Potter, Finley just laid on her bed, her cake sat on her trunk where she could see it. She didn't know what kind of cake it was, she just decided to stare at it for a bit. She was yet to receive last-minute greetings from her friends and housemates, but she was waiting for—

"Happy Birthday!" Harry burst into the train car with a bright grin on his face, in his arms was a palm-sized box wrapped in slate blue paper.

"Took you long enough," she smiled, sitting up from the bed and waiting for Harry to sit down with her. This was the common occurrence on her birthday that she liked apart from her mum's yearly cakes, it was Harry bringing her all sorts of gifts and knick-knacks. Just last year he gave her a pygmy puff from the Weasley Wheezes shop naming it Dottie for the small dot on its back, their first year he picked her a blade of grass because she was allergic to roses.

"Hedwig got a bit held up," Harry shrugged handing her the box.

"This is the first time you ever got me something fancily wrapped," she tells him, opening the box to see more packaging wrap.

"To be fair, I've been saving since the third year to get you this, so that's 4 years' worth of firebolt maintenance kits I sacrificed," he joked, grabbing the cake that sat on the trunk. "I brought forks too, so if you want to eat this you can."

"Thanks, Hazar," she smiles at him, now completely opening the gift and was in awe. "You did not!"

"I did," Harry smiled proudly at himself. It was an ear cuff, made of goblin steel with pieces of opal welded with the steel. "Took a bit out of my vault, is it worth it?"

"Yes, it's worth it," Finley smiled, taking one pair of the cuff and putting it on one ear. The cold steel made contact with her ear, it was a smooth perfect fit. "Thank you, Harry."

"I had to beat the one you gave me on my birthday," he shrugs, raising his arm to reveal a gold bangle on his wrist. It was goblin's gold and was as expensive to commission as the ear cuffs Harry gifted her.

"Mum will be so pissed when she finds out what we bought each other for our birthdays this year," Finley laughs, hugging Harry and thanking him for the extravagant gift she's received from him.

"Should we open the cake?" Harry suggested, attempting to open the cake box but Finley stopped him. She had a swell idea.

The Hogwarts train's bar car was a good midnight venue for a birthday celebration, only a few people were invited of course. There were the Golden three, Neville, Blaise, and a few other Slytherins, and a few surprise guests. "This is what you call idea?" Harry whispered to her as he eyed the Slytherins who were talking to Durmstrang students who were their former friends.