Harry's Little Siblings (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Birthday

Lily's POV

It was early morning when I woke up, well I assume as I could just see the sun out of the window. I sit up slowly and run my hand through my tangled curly red hair. My emerald eyes look around the room and with a jolt I remember what day it was.

31st of October: James and mine's tenth birthday.

I jumped out of bed; and ran into James and Harry's room- which was currently occupied by only James.

Excited I ran into the room bouncing onto James' bed screaming his name.

Well whispering loudly into his ear; but you get the idea.

He just moaned and rolled over: idiot.

"James, WAKE UP!" I say a bit louder shaking him violently.

Still no response.

With a sigh/groan I pushed him off the bed; thinking that it would wake him up.

But no, my dear brother was being stubborn as per usual.

"My God James," I say annoyed; with a fond roll of the eyes.

After a few minutes of hitting and kicking him (softly of course (no its no sarcasm(shocker I know))) he still wouldn't wake up; I crept out of the room to get some cold water.

I poured it on him: but alas no reaction.

Fed up I look towards the window just in time to see Hedwig; my brothers owl; fly into the room.

"Hi Hedwig," I coo at her letting her nibble my finger affectionately. I look at what she was carrying and saw a large-ish parcel and a card from Harry.

"Lily what's going on? And why am I wet and on the floor," James had finally woken up.

"Nothing," I say with dismissing wave of my hand. "James its our birthday!"

"That's nice Ana," James said casually but I could tell he was bursting with excitement

I hand him the present for him when he comes back into the room. This was our first real birthday present! James opened his fast and smiled when he saw Harry had gotten him books on Quidditch and transfiguration. I open mine carefully and gasp in surprise. I was expecting a book, but he had gotten me an art set full of paints, colouring pencils, chalks and a sketchbook that had my name printed on the front.

"Wow," I whisper in delight, itching to draw something.

"Harry got you that," there was no jealousy in his voice but happiness for me. The way he said it- he was probably wishing he got it for me instead.

"Yeah! It's great," I say still staring at the art equipment in delight.

I look at the floor and see two boxes- one small and one medium sized. I grab them and saw that the smaller one had James' name on and then other both of our names.

"James! Catch!" I yell tossing the parcel carelessly knowing that my brother will catch it. And catch it he did

He opened it and saw a golden ball with weird designs on it.

"What is that?" I say confused. James picked it up with his left hand's finger and thumb and the minuet he did the ball jumped to life and wings started flapping furiously.

"It's a snitch!" James breathed looking at the tiny gold ball.

"A snitch? But its an inanimate object! it can't tell on people, can it?" I say cocking my head to the side in confusion.

"What? No it's a Quidditch ball," he exclaims.

"Okay. Whatever!" I dismiss shaking my head.

The other parcel, the medium one, was wrapped up carefully in forest green patterned paper. I slowly opened it and inside the parcel was...