Birthday Gift from Beyond
Rating – G
Disclaimer: I don’t own it. JKR is the lucky one who
created this world. I’m just playing around.
Harry walked down
the empty street, kicking a stone along as he walked. He waved to old Mrs.
Figg who watched him from her garden.
Harry?” she asked as he passed her overgrown garden.
“Er, yeah.” Harry
answered. “I’m just going to the shop to pick up some bread for my Aunt.
Don’t worry,” he continued. “I don’t fancy Voldemort will be there.”
Mrs. Figg flinched
at the sound of Voldemort’s name. “No, I’m sure he’s not going to be, but you
can’t be too cautious. Mundungus! Where are you?” she shouted at the garden.
“I’m right here, Figgy.
Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Good
afternoon, Harry,” he added.
needs to go to the store for that lazy aunt of his. Go with him and make sure
he stays safe,” said old Mrs. Figg.
“Your wish is my
command, fair lady,” said Mundungus, bowing low and doffing his non-existent
hat. Come along, my boy,” he said turning around. “Harry? Harry, where have
you gone to?”
“You old fool, there
he is,” said Mrs. Figg, pointing down the street. “Now get that cloak on, and
Harry looked over
his shoulder, certain that he had lost Mundungus. At the store, he picked up a
loaf of bread and the jar of Borvil that his aunt had requested. His purchases
made, Harry walked back down the street, slowly, trying to delay his return to Privet Drive. It had been a long summer already, and he hadn’t even had his
sixteenth birthday yet. That was tomorrow, but he didn’t foresee much changing
The sky began to
darken, as evening fell, and Harry hurried, slightly nervous, despite his show
of bravado earlier. He started as he heard a branch snap, and whirled around,
quickly. Emerging from the alley, Harry saw a large black shaggy dog. His
heart pounded in his chest.
Sirius, he thought to himself. Almost against his
will, he found himself moving towards the dog.
“Snuffles?” he said
softly. “Is it really you?”
The dog looked at
him, and bounded into the woods. Harry started to follow, but felt his arm
being pulled by an invisible source
“Mundungus, is that
you?” he whispered.
“Aye, boy, it is.
Now get yourself home, before Arabella has my head!”
“But, ‘Dung, did you
him?” Harry whispered, excitedly.
“See what, Harry?
Are there Dementors about again?”
“Never mind,” said
Harry. “I better get this home, before my aunt has a fit.”
Later that night,
Harry sat on his bed and gazed out into the dark night. He concentrated
fiercely, hoping to catch another glimpse of Sirius.
“Come on,” he
muttered to the darkness. “Come on Sirius, where are you?” Hours later, Harry
fell asleep, still looking out the window, hoping for another glimpse of the
large black dog.
A tapping on the
window woke him up. He opened his eyes, and saw Hedwig outside the window,
tapping on the glass. He opened the window, and she swooped, followed by Pig,
as well as several other owls that he couldn’t identify.
Harry passed out owl
treats to all the animals, and removed the packages that they carried. Pig’s
package contained gifts from Ron, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as well as a cake,
and a card from Ginny. One of the unidentified owls had a card and a bundle of
rock candy from Hargrid. The third owl had a card and book token to Flourish
and Blotts from Hermione. A fourth owl had a letter from Hogwarts, which
contained his Owl scores.
Transfiguration ……Exceeds Expectations
Care of Magical
the Dark Arts……Outstanding
Harry barely glanced
at his scores. He grabbed the package that Hedwig had brought and tore into
it. He lifted out a model of a Quidditch pitch, complete with two complete
teams, flying around, playing a rather intense game of quidditch. Harry
jumped, as a miniature golden Snitch flew past
his face, knocking the wrappings on the ground.
Harry reached down
and picked up the wrappings, not noticing the small folded piece of paper that
slid out from the wrappers and under the bed. Harry opened the card, wondering
who could have sent him such a fantastic gift.
Harry, when I saw
this, I thought of you.
The card began to
tremble in Harry’s hand. It was Sirius, he thought to himself. I
knew he was alive. I just knew it! He jumped off the bed, and thundered
down the stairs, and out of the house, ignoring the startled looks on the faces
of the Dursley’s.
Harry spent the
entire day walking around Little Whinging, searching for the dog, but he
couldn’t find him anywhere. Hot, tired and hungry, he made his way back to
number four as darkness fell. He ignored the Dursleya and
wearily climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He sat on his bed, and watched the
small figures zooming around the pitch. He sighed, and picked up the model,
and moved it over to his desk. As he did, the card slid off the bed, and came
to rest halfway under his bed. He knelt down to retrieve the card, and spied
another small piece of paper lying next to it. He pulled it out and opened it,
and found a note from Professor Lupin.
ordered this for you months ago. I knew he would want me to send it to you. I
hope you enjoy it. Sirius was so excited when he found it. He was positive
you would love it. Happy Birthday, Harry, and remember to contact me if you
Tears filled Harry’s
eyes, and spilled down his cheeks. Sirius wasn’t here; he wasn’t alive. He
was never going to see his Godfather again. His glance strayed over to the
model pitch. He stood up, crossed the room and looked at it. A small grin
formed on his lips and he scrubbed the tears from his cheeks. No, Sirius
wasn’t alive, but Harry was, and above all, Sirius would have wanted him to go
on living and enjoying life. His gift showed
him that. Sirius could have given him something that would have been useful in
the fight against Voldemort, but instead had given him something fun.
Something he was sure Harry would love. Something to remind him life wasn’t
just about fighting, it was about living. Something Harry was going to