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Drabble - Surprise Birthday Visitors

In a world where Sirius returns & George was the member of the Weasley family that dated Harry, Harry finally gets to celebrate his birthday with his godfather and his boyfriend only for a certain surprise visitor to potentially ruin it.

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When Harry wakes up on his 18th birthday, he’s overjoyed to find that it’s to his godfather and his boyfriend singing ‘Happy Birthday’ as they bring him breakfast. Evidently, George had snuck out of bed to go help Sirius with the birthday breakfast.

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” Sirius grins, playing the tray of food on his lap.

“Yeah, happy birthday, love,” George states, sitting beside him and kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, both.”

Harry grins as they begin to eat, happy that for the (second) time in his life (first with Sirius) he could actually have a birthday celebration. Sirius’ return to the land of the living had been a delight, especially after the war, and he’d been so happy that it hadn’t caused a rift between him and George (since Fred’s loss is still so fresh). He’s especially happy today since he had never gotten the chance to celebrate his birthday with Sirius (given that his one and only birthday with friends/family was his seventeenth and Sirius was beyond the Veil).

“We’ve got big plans for today including your not-so-secret surprise party,” Sirius says, half teasing as he throws a look at George.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have given in if he’d given you that look.”

Sirius laughs, “Yeah, still, so much for surprise.”

“I’ll act surprised, I promise,” Harry grins. “Besides, I could help set up for the party.”

“You’re not setting up for your own party. We’ll handle it.”

“Alright – alright, but I don’t know what I’m going to do while you two set up a party for me.”

“You’ll relax and enjoy your birthday.”

***

That’s exactly what he’s doing hours later, sitting on the couch enjoying the video games that Sirius rigged to work in their new house (they’d moved from Grimmauld Place almost immediately upon Sirius’ return). George had wanted Harry to live with him in the flat above the store, but when Sirius came back, Harry wanted to experience living with his godfather for a least a little while. Especially as it had been his ultimate dream to live with Sirius when he’d been thirteen, and since Sirius had agreed to allow George to live with them, there wasn’t any reason not to.

Still, it’s much more fun to play video games when he’s got someone to play with. Sadly, despite magic, it still does take some time to set up a party.

Just as he’s wondering how much longer, the doorbell rings.

Surprised since the party won’t start for another two hours, Harry gets up to find out who it is: maybe an early partygoer, maybe a salesperson, maybe a neighbor?

It’s none of those people.

As Harry opens the door, he’s thoroughly surprised to find Dudley on his doorstep. “Dudley?”

“Hey, Harry, I – er – I was hoping this was right.” He’s standing there, a bit nervous, with a clearly wrapped present in his hands. “I – I, your – er – friends said that you … that it was over and we went back home, but you never came back. Then I found your brief card that had an address and – well, happy birthday.”

He offers Harry the present, and a little shocked, Harry’s unsure of what to say when someone comes up from behind Harry.

“Everything all right, kid?” Sirius asks. “Who’s this?”

“This is Dudley,” Harry answers, breaking his shock. “Why don’t you come in for – er – tea or something?”

Dudley nods uncertainly, still holding onto the present and follows Harry and Sirius into the kitchen. Harry can tell he’s a bit nervous being in a magical household, his eyes wondering over the clock with spoons of Harry and Sirius’ faces pointing at home, the dishes washing themselves, and the tea pot now making some tea on it’s own.

They all sit at the table, Harry positioning himself opposite of Dudley, “Er – so, this is for you. Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks,” Harry says, lamely.

He doesn’t know how he should react in this situation. Aside from ‘You’re not a waste of space’, Dudley hadn’t exactly been kind to Harry, ever, and although he’s remembered Harry’s birthday before, he’s certainly never been nice about it. Harry can distinctly remember his twelfth birthday where Dudley antagonized him, complained to Petunia and got him stuck with twelve hours of work and a lumpy cheese sandwich for it all. Of course, that also ended with Dobby making things worse and having to be broken out of his bedroom three days later by the Weasley brothers.

The tea pot disrupts the silence as it begins pouring everyone tea, George joining them at the table.

“Er – well, like I said, I thought you’d come home, but when I saw your card…”

Harry can’t help shaking his head, “No offense, Dud, but I’d been counting the days until I was an adult and able to leave for as long as I can remember – if it could’ve been done any earlier, I never would’ve come back.”

“Oh, right, of course. I guess – with everything that happened… that makes sense.”

Harry nods, still uncertain and uncomfortable.

“It’s just – I never – I wanted to find someway to make things up to you. To thank you for saving my life and I know – I know it’s probably too late, but I thought – well, I’m sorry. For – for everything.”

Deep down, Harry knows that Dudley was a product of his parents’ lack of parenting and encouraged to be the absolute arsehat he has been to Harry, and yet, Harry can’t quite accept his apology. None of what happened in that house was okay, and an apology only given after Harry saved his life makes Harry question it’s sincerity. Yet, he came all this way, so Harry doesn’t know what to say.

Dudley clearly picks up on his uncertainty, and says, “I – I know that I – I can’t make up for everything with a present and – and that you may never forgive me, but I – I wanted to talk about things after fifth year, but you – you never left your room and the only time I saw you before we all left home was when you were arguing with dad and I – I just, I never…”

“After fifth year, I was in mourning, I couldn’t deal with – honestly, any of you – so I just stayed to myself. And last summer, I had a horrible mission to prepare for… I’ve just been dealing with a lot pretty much… my entire life.” The last bit is muttered because he doesn’t want Dudley to take offense, even though it’s absolutely true. He clears his throat. “Obviously, you – didn’t really know, anything really about what I went through, so I get it. It’s just I couldn’t really deal with anything else.”

Dudley nods. “I wasn’t expecting anything, really. I just I hope that someday maybe we could be friends?”

Harry hesitates, “I won’t say it’s not possible. Just not today.” He looks down at the present, “Although thank you for this. I appreciate it.”

“Maybe you should open it, Harry,” Sirius suggests and with a nod form Dudley, he does.

Inside is a gaming console and a couple of video games that Harry had wished that he could’ve played when he was younger. He’d been so jealous of Dudley having the freedom to play games all of the time (part of the reason that Sirius had opted to work the technology so Harry could play at least a couple of games).

“Thanks, this is great,” Harry smiles, genuinely. “I only just started my collection of video games, so it’s nice to have some different ones to teach Sirius and George to play.”

Dudley wrinkles his nose a bit, “I thought Sirius was the name of your godfather?”

“He is,” Harry says, tilting his head to indicate the man sitting beside him.

“But he … died?”

“I did, but it – er – didn’t stick,” Sirius says. “It’s complicated. I still don’t understand it myself. Just happy to be back with my godson. Finally getting to celebrate a birthday with him.” He coughs, “And -er – it’s nice of you to call by.”

“Yeah, well – er – happy birthday again, glad you like the gift and I – er – hope that we’ll get together sometime.”

Harry nods, slightly. “I’ll send you a postcard.”

Dudley nods and stands, looking uncertain.

“I’ll see you out,” Sirius offers.

“Bye, Harry.”

“Bye, Dudley.”

Dudley and Sirius disappear, leaving Harry with George, who asks, “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just – it’s difficult. We could’ve been like brothers, you know? We could’ve been close and yet…”

George nods, “You two could have been like Fred and I – being so close in age and all.”

“Yeah,” Harry nods. He’s still uncertain about his feelings towards Dudley and everything, but George could never really understand since he’d never been at odds with his family so consistently the way Harry or Sirius had been.

“Why don’t you go finish setting up?” Sirius asks, reentering the kitchen. He leaves out the subtle, while I talk to Harry, but they all pick it up.

George gives him a kiss and leaves the kitchen.

“I know it can’t be easy, kid,” Sirius starts.

“It never is,” Harry retorts. “Nothing in my life is.”

“It’s going to get better, kid,” Sirius assures him, “But in the meantime, that can’t have been easy and if you want to talk about it…”

Harry shrugs, “It’s nice that he wants to thank me and apologize. Really, it is. It’s just that I’m finally free and all it does is make me realize that we have been friends/brothers whatever and they took that away from me, and no matter how you slice it – whether you blame them for his actions or him for his own actions – all of those awful things he did to me still happened. I can’t just say ‘oh, yeah, it’s okay’ because it isn’t…it can’t be, not really.”

“That’s okay, Harry – it’s okay not to forgive him because he’s nice once.”

“But shouldn’t I accept it and move on? Like all of the other times I just let things go?”

“That’s entirely up to you, kid, but it’s also okay to not to. You don’t have to hold onto it, you just don’t have to forgive or absolve him either.” Sirius pauses, and sighs. “When you told me about Regulus, I thought that it meant that he was a good person, but then I remembered all of the awful things he did as one of the budding Death Eaters, the way he’d attack my friends (not me) and muggleborns, the pureblood nonsense he spewed, and I realized one good deed doesn’t erase all of the hurt he caused or the issues between us. He died and he tried to help (even though it epically failed), which shows that he could have redeemed himself, but he didn’t. Not to me. Dudley has a golden opportunity and honestly, I think he’s on the path, but that path doesn’t have to involve you, just like Regulus’ path didn’t involve me.”

Harry nods, “But if I did forgive him…would you be disappointed? Think I’m soft or something?”

“Of course not, kid. I think it’s just a sign that you have a good heart and there’s nothing wrong with that,” Sirius smiles at him. “It’s part of you are and honestly, I love it. On the other hand, you don’t have to make that decision today. Maybe someday, but today is your birthday and you deserve to enjoy it, not think about your cousin or your past or anything sad.”

“Yeah,” Harry says, still lost in his thoughts.

“Come on, we’ve got some time, why don’t we play fetch?” Sirius suggests. He knows how much Harry loves it, even if Sirius isn’t a big fan. He often uses it to cheer Harry up. “Special present for the birthday boy?”

Harry laughs, “Game on.”

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hjparisian · 8 months

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birthdays through the ages- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x gn!reader w: none just fluff summary: (y/n) helps harry celebrate his birthday throughout the years a/n: disappeared for a hot min and tumblr changes its layout?? anyways dont mind that this is late and long. decided to try second pov again for this story to see how i feel but idk. what do you guys prefer? (y/f/c)= your favorite color

You've been friends with Harry ever since your guys first year at Hogwarts. One day in first year, you, Ron and Harry were talking about birthdays since Ron's twelfth birthday was coming up. Harry had mentioned that he never really received anything, counting that the Dursley's hated his guts.

From that moment on, you decided to make Harry's birthdays the best.

second year

This would be your first year getting something for Harry. You weren't sure what exactly to get him, considering you didn't have much saved from your allowance, also because he was trapped with the Dursley's.

You had decided to make you and Harry matching friendship bracelets with some beads left from an early interest of crafting. You made both bracelets using red and (y/f/c) beads. It was simple, not wanting anything too flashy for Harry incase he actually wears it.

You had also made a card for him and added some candy from a previous trip to Honeydukes. You packed everything off in one bag before sending your owl to deliver the gift.

When you finally met up with Harry at King's Cross Station, your eyes light up as you see the bracelet on the green eyed boy's arm. Harry came up and gave you a hug.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

third year

This year, you had actually saved up and set aside money to be able to afford a present for Harry. During a trip to Diagon Alley with your parents, you had wandered into a little shop that carried jewelry and charms. As you were ready to give up, something caught your eye.

It was a golden snitch charm.

It was a little on the pricy side for the charm, but you'd still have a bit of money left over. So you bought it. The store owners had given you the option to put an engraving on it, so you did, opting to put Harry's initials on it.

Once you returned home, you decided to bake treacle tarts for him, with the help from your mother. While the treacle tarts were baking, you had gone to your room to make Harry's birthday card, signing it with a heart by your name.

The next morning you had sent your owl to deliver the gifts. When the owl had returned later in the evening, it had a letter in its beak from Harry. It was him thanking you for the presents and making his birthday better, and that he loved the charm and had attached it to his school bag right away.

fourth year

The summer of Harry's fourteenth birthday was a bit wild in your opinion. You would be spending a couple weeks in America with your parents. Unfortunately, this was during Harry's birthday so you couldn't send his presents on his actual birthday.

Fortunately for you though, Ron had invited you to join him and his family to watch the Quidditch World cup. He mentioned that Hermione and Harry would be there as well. You had decided to give Harry his present in person. Your owl is probably thanking you for this genius decision.

While on your trip, you had stopped by a clothing store and spotted a red jumper. You had remembered that Harry didn't really have a lot of clothes of his own, most, if not all, were hand me downs from his cousin Dudley. You had decided to buy it along with a shirt for him.

The night before you had to go to the Weasley's, you were getting Harry's gifts together. But it felt like there was something missing. It need more of a personal touch.

You search your room for something until you came upon a little heart charm with your initial on it. Should you make another bracelet you wonder? A different idea pops into your head though. You grab the red jumper and find thread a similar color to it. Turning the jumper inside out, you take the left sleeve and place the tiny charm under the cuff and sew it in.

You wrapped the gift and set it aside your luggage so you would remember to take it with you. As you finally head to bed, you felt a little giddy about giving Harry his present, hoping he'll love it.

Thankfully, he did.

Harry was in his shared room with Ron, who was asleep. He was looking at gift you gave him and decided to try the jumper on. He felt something in the left sleeve and rolled it up to find the small heart shaped charm with your initial on it.

The boy couldn't help but smile.

fifth year

This was the first year you'd actually be with Harry for his birthday, though this was due to unfortunate circumstances from Harry's side as well as the Order coming back together.

You were brought to 12 Grimmauld Place around the same time as Ron, due to your parents being invited to the Order. Though because of this, you didn't have an opportunity to find a present for Harry, which resorted you to your baking skills you started developing in third year.

After asking Sirius for permission to use the kitchen, you get started on working on Harry's favorite, treacle tart. Things were going pretty well, but then the boy you were making the treat for had entered the kitchen, which you should've been expecting.

"(Y/N)?"

"Oh, hey Harry," you said to him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Just baking, what are you doing here?"

"Oh uh, I was looking for you actually," Harry said. "I was just wondering where you were."

You smiled a bit, enjoying the fact that Harry was looking for you.

Harry cleared his throat before speaking. "So, what are you baking?"

Now, should you be honest with him and tell him that you were making something for him? Or lie and push him out?

"Well, I'm making treacle tarts, for you."

"For me?"

"Yes, for you. I was gonna surprise you with them after dinner," you told him.

"Oh," he said. "Guess I ruined the surprise, I'm sorry."

"I suppose you did, but I don't think it matters anyways. You'd still eat them won't you?"

"Of course I will," Harry said. "They're delicious. I still remember when you made them for me for my thirteenth birthday."

You were a little surprised that he remembered that.

"My mom helped me with them," you said. "I've gotten better though. Been able to do it myself." Harry just nods.

"So," You began. "Wanna learn how I make them?"

Harry smiles and gives a nod as you start getting another batch ready so the rest of the occupants of 12 Grimmauld Place could enjoy some. The outcome was a bit messy, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

Harry likes to think this was one of his better birthdays thanks to you.

sixth year

For Harry's sixteenth birthday, you managed to convince your parents to let you go to the Dursley's house to attempt to take Harry out for his birthday. You side apparated with them to the house and was being given a lecture on being careful and sticking by Harry before they left.

It was a bit awkward when Harry's uncle Vernon had opened the door. You can feel his piercing eyes judging you once you asked for Harry. Lucky for you Harry had appeared right behind Vernon once you asked. It didn't take much convincing to take Harry out, Vernon seeming delighted to be rid of the boy for most of the day.

You and Harry arrived at a cafe for lunch, since both of you hadn't eaten yet. The both of you had ordered your desired meal and chatted about the summer, Harry telling you all about the terribleness of the Dursley's. When it came time to pay, Harry was about to take his wallet until you took the check and handed the money to the waiter.

"You didn't have to pay for me you know?" Harry told you as you exited the cafe.

"Of course I have to!" You said. "It is your birthday after all. So, what do you want to do now?"

The two of you spent the day doing whatever Harry wanted, which felt odd to him considering the Dursley's would always ignore him but he felt some sense of happiness. There was a small arcade in town that you and Harry went to. Harry won most of games but sometimes he'd let you win.

Your guys next stop was to the movies to watch one of the new movies Harry was interested in seeing, but of course, the Dursleys would never take him, especially since their little Duddy-kins hated it. You guys decided to just share a popcorn together. Everytime your guys hand touch, you'd feel your cheeks heat up but you were enjoying the little touches. Little did you know, Harry was feeling the same way.

Your guys final two destinations were the dinner and the park, deciding to kill two birds with one stone by bringing take out to the park and watching the sunset.

"Thank you for everything (Y/N)," Harry said to you.

"Of course Harry. It's your birthday and I wanted you to be able to have the most of it."

"I appreciate it, I really do."

You smiled at him. "I'd do anything for you, Harry."

seventh year

This would be the year Harry would be of age in the Wizarding World. Mrs. Weasley had been planning a party for Harry, considering everyone would be residing in the house for Bill and Fleur's wedding the following day.

Earlier in the summer you had gone to a jewelry store in Diagon Alley. You remember Harry saying he had been wanting some more rings, as he's been wearing a ring Sirius gave him prior to his death.

As you were browsing, one of the clerks had approached you and showed you a special ring, with a twin. It was one that would warm up based on how fast the heart beat of the other ring holder is. You were sold on it, planning to keep the second ring to yourself.

After breakfast the morning of Harry's birthday, you asked him to meet in the room he was staying in privately. Hermione, knowing what was going on, helped by keeping Ron away from the room.

"So what did you brought me up here for?" Harry asked as he closed the door behind you.

You pulled out the small box with the ring from your pocket, handing it to Harry.

"I wanted to give you your present privately. Happy birthday Harry."

Harry took the present from your hands and began to open it. He pulled the ring from the box and examined it. It was a silver band with a small heart engraving on the inside of it. Harry put it on his left middle finger and started to feel a slight warmth from it.

"It's a magical ring. It gets warm based on how fast the other person who has the second ring is." You told him, bringing your hand out showing a similar ring to him. "I have the other one."

"I love it. I really do." Harry told you.

You felt your cheeks heat up. "I'm glad you do."

Whether it be some spurt of confidence or you not thinking, you decided to do something a bit bold and kiss Harry's cheek.

"Let's head back down. Don't want them to wonder why we were taking long," You told him as you grab his hand to pull him out the door.

As you guys head downstairs, the both of you could feel the rings warm up again.

post war

Harry's birthday came too soon to him. Having successfully defeating Voldemort what felt like not too long ago, he had no interest celebrating. Why celebrate when so many of his loved ones died because of him?

You had no intention of pushing Harry to do anything for his birthday, but you still wanted to remind him that it is a special day. You woke up before Harry to prepare him breakfast. As you were finishing up, you heard some foot steps entering the kitchen.

"Love?" a voice said.

"Morning Harry."

"What are you doing up so early? Usually I'd be the one that wakes up first," he says as he comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I was preparing breakfast," you told him as you plate the eggs you made.

"You woke up early for that? I'm always fine with waiting for you to wake up to start making breakfast."

You chuckled a bit. "I did this because it's your birthday Harry. Just wanted to surprise you." A small oh leaves Harry's mouth.

You brought the plates to the table and started pushing Harry to sit down and start eating. Once you finished your plate, you stood up and placed your dishes in the sink.

"Give me a second, I'll be back," you told Harry.

When you entered the room, you went straight to look under the bed, grabbing the box that contained Harry's present. How he didn't find it? Only Merlin knows how. Grabbing it, you went back to table the table and handed it to Harry.

"Happy birthday Harry. Open it."

The boy unwrapped the present, revealing a book with a plain black book. He grabbed it and opened to the first page which had a photo of you and him together back in first year and another with eleven year old Harry and Ron. As Harry turned the pages, he saw that all of them contained memories from their years at Hogwarts. From him catching his first snitch, to the Yule Ball, to one of the Quidditch parties in sixth year. As he got toward the end, he realized there were still empty pages left.

"I know Hogwarts might be the last thing you wanna think about right now. But I thought this would remind you all the good stuff that happened," you said to him. "I left some pages empty so we could continue it together."

"(Y/N), this is wonderful. And you did this yourself? Where did you even get these photos?"

"That's a secret I'll never tell," you winked at him.

Harry stood up to give you a hug, your arms wrapping around his well toned body. Being in his arms felt like home.

"I love you so much," Harry told you.

"I love you too." You said to him. "Now, my dear Harry. What do you think we should do today?"

"In all honesty," he began saying. "I just wanna spend the day with you and cuddle. Maybe make treacle tarts."

"As you wish love," you said, as you play with the two rings on Harry's hand. One was the ring you gave him on his seventeenth birthday, and the other was his engagement ring.

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