Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor(01) - Sahits

Chapter Three: The PartyDudley Dursley didn't so much as look at his cousin over the next week. Which was quite fine withHarry! And the fact that the Dursleys were so busy getting things together for their holiday meant evenless interaction with them. They were going to be leaving one day before Harry's fifteenth birthday-andhe could think of no better present.The morning of their departure, none of the Dursleys acknowledged him, put their luggage into theircar silently-didn't even demand him to help out. It was only Uncle Vernon who came back into theliving room for his coat that glared at him."Remember what I told you. The Banbury's are going to be watching you. And you'd best believe me,if we come home and hear that anything funny has been going on, or see anything funny-you'll wishyou'd never been born. I'll promise you that much!"He turned, slammed the door shut behind him, and Harry watched through the curtains as their cardrove angrily away, out of Privet Drive.Harry sat for a moment in silence. And then . . ."Yaaaaa-hoooooooooo!" Harry shouted and jumped up onto the sofa, like a little kid, bouncing up anddown in glee. He let himself plop down on the sofa and laughed to himself- giddy with excitement.Without the Dursleys in the house, the place managed to even feel like home!He saw the television remote control and flipped it on, happily clicking through the channels whensuddenly a figure appeared directly in front of it."Aahh!" Harry screamed and threw the remote control out of this hands and covered his eyes.A voice was laughing in front of him and he peered between his fingers to see-"Imelda!"She wasn't dressed in her muggle clothes, but robes of deep burgundy. Her smile was glowing."All right, Harry? Living the good life already?""Y-yes! J-just watching a bit of telly.""Ah yes. My personal favorite amongst muggle inventions. And I didn't meant to scare you, dear. I wasjust on my way to work when I remembered something: I meant to tell you earlier that Arthur sayshello! And I'm most disappointed that I had to hear from him your birthday is tomorrow!"Harry smiled-it warmed him inside to know that Mr. Weasley remembered his birthday."Oh, yes.""Fifteen, is it? Well, what are you going to do about it?""Do about it? What do you mean--""Well you are having a party, aren't you?"Harry blinked. "A party? Me? Well, I've never actually . . . had one before."Imelda looked horrified. "You'll be fifteen and you've never had a birthday party! Oh no, no, that won'tdo at all! We'll have to do something about that!"Harry shook his head, "But the Dursleys-- can't have a party! What if something happens? They'll killme..."Imelda snorted. "I'd bloody like to see them try! No matter, no matter, you'll come by our house.Tomorrow evening- five o clock should do it, right?"Harry shrugged- he certainly had nothing else to do! She winked at him, an odd green mist surroundedher and when Harry blinked again, she'd disappeared.He had never, in his entire life, expected to have a birthday party. He'd only just started receiving gifts,so the idea of a party seemed unfathomable! And yet he spent the remaining of the day, and a goodportion of the next, jumping with excitement. Not wanting to arrive empty handed, he decided to makesomething for the occasion, and went into the kitchen, snooping through Petunia's cupboards, lookingfor something he might be able to make.A cake perhaps? He hadn't a clue as to how to bake anything . . . he pulled out a recipe book ofPetunia's and flipped through the cards. . . he did have a particular fondness of chocolate cake.Three hours, an entire carton of eggs, and one gallon of milk later he had . . . something thatsomewhat resembled a cake . . . lopsided and misshapen, but a cake nonetheless. He grinned withpride as he smothered it with chocolate icing, happily ignoring the fact that doing so made it look allthe more unappetizing.He cleaned up the kitchen, took a shower, tidied himself up to look as close to being presentable ashe could, and walked across the lawn to Number Three Privet Drive, chocolate cake in hand, and rangthe buzzer at precisely 5pm."Happy Birthday Harry!""RON!"Harry nearly dropped the chocolate cake he was holding at the sight of Ron in the doorway.14