If they hadn't died.

The Birthday

It was Harry's Birthday in the Potter household and everything was frantic. It was 6 o'clock in the morning and James and Lily were running around putting Harry's presents in the kitchen. Without their knowledge the now 7 year old harry had been awake since 5 but had decided it was best to pretend to be asleep when his uncle Sirius checked if he was still asleep at half 6. Lily had made a chocolate frog cake with iced cards as decorations. James had then placed it on the dining room table and remus was blowing up balloons with his newly found girlfriend, Tonks. Harry like Tonks because she could change her hair colour and always make harry Giggle.

When harry had decided that he could now go downstairs, the scar on his head burned. It made him let out a gasp in pain. It had not hurt like before. He saw flashing visions of green and blue and sat down again, waited until his head stopped spinning. Harry knew that he should tell his dad, James but thought it best not to until lunch when he would be able to talk to him quietly. He hoped down from his bed and put on his slippers and was going to open the door when Lily, his mother, came in. 'Harry, Happy Birthday sweetie, everyone is down stairs waiting for you' She said beaming. Harry hugged her and followed her down stairs making sure to hold onto the railing after falling down the stairs two months prior and breaking his wrist.

Harry looked back on this for a moment and remembered the panic that insued the house. His dad was holding his wrist with awe and kept it completely still. Sirius had stopped his mum from using the wrong spell to fix harry and remus had made sure that the banister had gotten told off after he had been fixed. This made Harry happy and a warm feeling spread from his chest as his mum opened the kitchen door now.

Balloons were enchanted to fly around the kitchen in funny shapes and sizes. There was the chocolate frog cake on the table and his dad was standing with Sirius and Remus. They looked like they were arguing seconds before but now they all had a huge smile across their faces. 'Happy Birthday!!!' they all shouted and Tonks had changed her hair to rainbow colours that flashed. In an instant, his Dad was there lifting him up into a big hug. Seconds later, Remus had done the same. And when it came to Sirius he just said, 'oh come on, let's open your presents.' and ran off with harry in his arms laughing crazily, out of the kitchen. Much to Lily and james annoyance. They had planned for harry to blow the candles out first. They all followed and harry opened his presents. And the day seemed to fly by. At lunch, Harry tried to talk to his dad but just as he did, the doorbell went and in came the weasleys closely followed by a man that harry did not recognise. Harry was knocked over by his best friend, Ron. before he could see who it was. The weasleys were, from eldest, Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley, Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred and George, Ron and Ginny. Ron was looking at harry and he was shouting Happy birthday to him and Harry soon forgot about the mysterious man.

Ron had short red hair that stuck up on end. He wore messy clothes that looked like they had been patched hundreds of times, his shoes were always muddy. Harry and Ron spent the afternoon running around with Ron's older brothers Fred and george outside on the road ,pretending to be on brooms. Harry had given Ron his old play broom when his had broke and the fun continued until the street lamps flickered on. Harry noticed that no one had come out of the house to tell them to come back in even though it was getting pretty dark. He turned to the other boys and saw that they were busy messing around so he turned and went up the stone steps and into the house.

The Corridor was unlit. Harry's dad always turned on the lantern at the bottom of the stairs when it got dark. This was very strange. Harry adjusted his glasses that had slipped from the sweat on his nose and carried on down the dark corridor. He reached the end and heard talking from the kitchen.

'Well i don't know, James ... maybe he is!' it was sirius talking in an angry tone.

'No you don't understand. You weren't there were you!?' said his dad's voice.