Chapter 53

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A/N- hi guys! i'm trying really hard for weekly updates, but school is hard, so they'll kinda be all over the place for a bit.

on another note, how tf did all y'all miss the reference in chapter 43??? you should go look at that lol. also, this chapter is kinda really shitty, but i hope you like it anyway. enjoy!

Word Count: 1680

Y/n's POV:

"Oi, up you get, Sleeping Beauty."

I prised open my bleary eyes only to glare wholeheartedly at the red haired girl grinning over me.

"What do you want?" I whined, turning over and covering my face with my sheets. She just laughs and tugs them off of me.

"What do I want? I want your old arse to get out of bed." said Ginny with a smug grin as I glared, shivering on my camp bed. "Happy birthday, Potter!"

All my drowsiness evaporated as a smile spread across my lips and I furiously attempted to rub the sleep from my eyes. "That's right! I can use magic!"

I reached to the small bedside table on my left where my wand lay, gave it a wave, and sent my glasses flying in my direction from where I'd left them on top of my things last night. They weren't far, and I probably wouldn't have needed to even stand up in order to reach them, but the way they shot across the room was satisfying to watch and know that it was actually legal. At least, it was satisfying until they poked me in the eye, causing Ginny to snort loud enough that Hermione woke with a start. Her hair was sticking out in every possible direction, but she smiled at me nonetheless.

"Happy birthday, Y/n!" she said cheerfully as I rubbed my eye. I managed a smile of thanks after shooting a playful glare at the still giggling Ginny.

"Come on, your presents are all downstairs." said Hermione as she pulled on a light pink t-shirt. Meanwhile, I was trying to tie my shoes with magic, and grinning at the even double knot I'd created.

"I want you to open mine first." Ginny demanded as she pulled me with her down the steps. I grabbed her arm too, but I used it to stop her just outside the door.

"What'd you get Harry?" I asked with a small smirk. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at me while I continued to grin.

"That's for me to know, him to find out, and you to get your nose out of." I merely laughed in response as she rolled her eyes and continued to drag me down the steps.

When we entered the kitchen Ginny inhaled sharply, then muttered something about forgetting something in her room before leaving me to splutter at the base of the steps.

"But I thought—?" I started, but she was already out of sight. I heaved a sigh before entering the kitchen to meet two large stacks of presents on the table. I rubbed my still slightly irritated eye with a faint smile on my face as I turned toward my twin brother who happened to be doing the exact same thing.

"What happened to you?" we asked in unison, apparently noticing the other's red rimmed left eye, before chuckling at each other.

"Poked myself in the eye." we said together again. Ron looked at us as we dissolved into laughter.

"You know, it's bloody creepy when you do that." he said wrinkling his nose. I mirrored his expression.

"Didn't you grow up with a pair of twins?" I ask with furrowed brows.
"Doesn't make it any less weird." he answers, shaking his head. "My gift's on top, Y/n."

I smiled and said thank you before reaching to grab it from the stack. He'd given me a broom polishing kit like the one Harry got a while back. Remus and Tonks had sent along a box of flavoured sugar quills as well as a Holyhead Harpies poster, Fred and George gave me a massive box of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products, from Bill and Fleur a bottle of seemingly very expensive perfume, from the Delacours a box of oddly coloured chocolates, from Hermione a muggle book about Greek mythology, and from Ginny a green sweatshirt embroidered with the word "captain" across the upper back and my quidditch number. I made a mental note to thank everyone else once they were all present, seeing as Ginny still had yet to reemerged from her bedroom.

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